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Aug. 10th, 2010 | 10:13 am

I know I disappeared again, and for good reason. 
18 hours in the car to only to change our minds and direction and thus begin a road trip adventure of once in a life time.
Shooting Stars.
Native American Land,secrets,tales.
Homemade soaps.
Wild Rice
And open flames.
Burnt Marshmallows.

Be still my heart....

22 hours on the road STRAIGHT to come back home.
Walk in the door @ 430AM, tired eyes and bodies, only to find our door broken into and our apartment robbed.


Time to leave this place.
Sometimes the universe will simply punch you in the fucking chest to make you take action to your true desires.


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Jul. 27th, 2010 | 09:43 pm

Last night there was a ring around the moon, and so I stayed in and I read and painted my nails and drank tea and this morning I woke up exhausted and weary.

I am still exhausted and cant shake it. It was just one of those days.

My bed is calling my name ,and I simply cant resist.

When my energy returns I will begin work on my autumn knitting needs.

First order of business is a red hooded scarf, a la little red riding knitted hooded scarf. Something to wear in the city but feel like a woodland creature. Which is my nature as it seems anyways.

Good Night, Moon.

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Lemon Lavender Cake with Honey Dressing.

Jul. 24th, 2010 | 09:24 pm

4 cups all purpose flour

1 ½ tsp baking soda

1 tsp. salt

3 tb. ground lavender buds

1 cup milk

4 tb. lemon juice

2 sticks of butter or 16 tb. unsalted butter, softened

2  2/3 cups granulated sugar

4 eggs, room temperature


Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit and spray pan with Baking Pam Spray or butter and flour 10 inch circle pan or 17 inch sheet pan

Whisk the first 4 ingredients together in a medium bowl.  In a measuring mix 1 cup of milk & add 4 tb. lemon juice and set it aside for the milk to curdle and turn into sour milk (kind of like buttermilk).  In a standing mixer beat the butter and sugar together.  Add eggs one at a time to the butter mixture. Add flour mixture in 3 additions alternating with the milk mixture until blended into the butter mixture and finishing with the flour. Pour into the baking pan and spread thick batter into the pan and tap the pan to get an even top.

Bake for 50 min at 350 degrees Fahrenheit or until toothpick comes out clean from the center of the cake.

Lemon Honey Frosting

2 sticks unsalted butter, softened

¼ cup honey

1 tb. lemon juice

1 tb. vanilla extract

3 cups confectioner’s sugar

1 tsp. lavender buds

Beat butter until light & fluffy.  Add honey, lemon juice, & vanilla extract and beat on low speed. Use a spatula to scrape down the sides.  Add the confectioner’s sugar one cup at a time while scraping down the sides after each addition.  Beat on high until fluffy.  Add frosting to cooled cake and add lavender buds on top for decoration.

Original Recipe found here.

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Jul. 24th, 2010 | 07:11 pm

The moon is waxing.
Nearly full.
It is the perfect time for manifesting and light casting.

Strength, Resilience, and courage. Letting go of negativity and fears  and going after what you want.

Carpe Diem my friends.

Especially this upcoming moon- the MEAD moon. It is the PERFECT moon for setting goals and seeing them through.

Cast a spell, do a ritual, dance under the moon and/ or set your intentions..... The moon will always assist you.


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IT has been

Jul. 22nd, 2010 | 09:09 pm

So long. I have not forgotten it here, well not entirely. Life has happened, as it does and I am always too happy to oblige it.
And in this absence...
Many adventures, curiosities and characters, and new tricks learned.
I am mastering shoot things, be it a gun or a bow and arrow. 
It comes naturally.

Much tea, and wine and train rides.

Fingers in the soil growing, dancing in the damp grass and collecting rocks, fossils, and gems.

I did however lose my tarot cards. Which, of course, was a sad event, but have since come to realize our time together was simply over. Like an old friend or lover, it was just time to move on and I hope they are in well deserving and understanding hands.

 I am here again, for now. 


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I carry it with me always.

Oct. 12th, 2009 | 12:51 pm
mood: contemplativecontemplative
music: bach.

apache tears.

The legend....
"One day a party of Apache Indians was ambushed by an enemy tribe. The Apaches fought bravely but were greatly outnumbered and were driven to the top of a very high mountain. Their arrows were gone, and they could fight no longer. Refusing to be taken captive, they leaped, as one, from the cliffs to the rocks below.

"The Apache women, grief-stricken over the death of their brave warriors, shed torrents of tears. The tears became petrified and turned to stone."
Jean Bartenbach, Rockhound Trails, Atheneum, 1977, p. 55.

I carry & wear & work  with many stones/crystals every day. One of my very favorites is the Apache Tears. The legend is a reminder of courage and strength, loyalty and devotion. It is a type of Obsidian, native to Mexico and the United States. Blackish-Brown and semi transparent when held up the light.
An excellent stone to use for grounding but most importantly for protection. Protection from negative energies, as they can raise ones psychic attunement to allow you to "feel" danger, negative energy, people, and situations. They also help to heal emotional wounds in ones own self, acting as a vacuum and helping to release blockages or "baggage".

Like I mentioned, it is one of my all time favs, of course different stones are for different people. If you find Apache tears, pick one that calls to you, hold it in your hand, and feel it, see how it makes you feel. If it is meant, it will be yours and you to it. Cleanse it of all energy, set your intentions and allow it into your heart. Carry it with you (they are wonderful to carry in pockets because of their round smooth shapes) always and remember the legend or the brave warriors.

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Oct. 12th, 2009 | 09:31 am

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

*William Ernest Henley*

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Join me,

Oct. 12th, 2009 | 08:59 am
mood: coldcold
music: Bach.

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Oct. 6th, 2009 | 01:50 pm
mood: cheerfulcheerful
music: Sisters of Mercy

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Perfection comes in the form of this bag...

Oct. 6th, 2009 | 11:29 am
mood: restlessrestless
music: Bjork


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