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Let the beauty we love,
be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground."

Rumi

The Farmwife Diaries

Dec 28, 2013

On this merry Christmas morning, after the kids gorged on gifts and games, we all walked down to the creek to see if we could see a salmon.  ‘Tis the season of the Coho-ho-ho migration and catching sight of a fish always makes us feel proud and gratified, even though we are not of the Oncorhynchus ourselves. The anticipation is like waiting for a friend at the end of an ultra aqua marathon; it’s called a salmon ‘run’ after all. And here at the upstream end of the course, one experiences a wave of empathetic relief and joy that the finish line is in sight.  With salmon, this is tempered by the poignant fact that the ‘finish line’ is truly the fish’s finish. 

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Dec 18, 2012

I pull back the curtain this morning hoping for snow.  The sad and bad news of the last few days has had me heartsick and I wanted to see the world purified with a dousing of cold, white crystals.  As if snow could freeze off the world’s spirit sickness the way a doctor freezes off a wart.

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Dec 8, 2012
Today is my birthday and I am wearing my gift: a new-old wool dress, made of swaths of recycled merino wool sweaters sewn together in a garment of great comfort and color by my friend, seamstress of the stars, Kerry Shamblin.  The dress is a patchwork of browns and greens and, when I put it on and walked downstairs this morning, my husband said, "Just like a tree!"  He knew this was the most flattering thing to say to me.  I have often wanted to be a tree. I have never wanted to be a sheep but I do love to wear wool...

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