Woolen Slippers

I donated my old slippers because I didn’t like wearing them. I also thought I had a pair waiting for me at my other house. But when I journeyed there this weekend, found none and felt a faint tingle in the back of my mind, “oh yes, I donated them too because I didn’t love them”.  I am trying to get better about shooing things out of my life that I don’t heartily enjoy. This new habit I’m trying to form has left me slipperless.

Shopping is fairly torturous to me, I avoid rambling around looking for things. I don’t have a lot of belief that anything I will cherish is manufactured in bulk. Thus, when I am disproven it is usually the result of a gift. Fortunately in this instance I stumbled on a work around.

I went looking in my yarn bin for materials to make a crocheted Trotro doll for my niece’s X mas present around the same time I was experiencing slipper loss and just starting to warm up the cabin by woodstove heat.

Years ago I did my student teaching in New Zealand and I still remember the day in the market that I bought some virgin wool. A woman named Nicole made me her confidante. She was in a quandary. She said she had started to raise a few sheep to have wool for her projects. She said she had been naive, she didn’t realize they would multiple so quickly. She promised herself when there were 15 she would find a solution to keep the numbers low. She repromised at 20. She said she now had 30 and couldn’t think of having the lambs slaughtered, but couldn’t kill the old ones either. What should she do, she asked me. Me, a twenty something from America, I had no idea what to say to her. Her wools were soft and varied. Creams to greys and browns and rich charcoal, I could imagine this beautiful flock and the impossibility of trying to decide between them. These are materials I can love. I bought a variety, and way more than this non-consumer could concieve of. When I got it home to my place in NZ n realized my bags were full and I was to depart in a few days I realized I would have to wear it to get it home. I crocheted it into a long sleeveless cloak with a big pocket and traveled home encompassed in the heart of the land of NZ. It stayed that way, for years, I had never intended to keep it in that form, but somehow it remained and went on many more travels with me. Finally a few years ago I set to the task of taking it apart and finally, they are anew



#1 Drawing One Hour

For a long time I have had an urge to draw again. It has been quite a while since I have done any dedicated practice in this art, which feels weird, since drawing was my intoduction to a love of art.

So finally I am trying. I am making no promises, but working on doing something about the itch.

Here is my first recent draw session as the work changed over the minutes. Abstract/ Realism6BCFAFA6-0400-4E56-9431-47FFB5A7D623680E243E-D2C9-4019-B1AB-78DC88522FA87447D63B-6630-46FA-9D81-E9E024EE23A8

Draw One Hour

I am going to try to do an hour of drawing a day as often as I can. I’ve done two sessions. The first one was shorter than an hour, and I will post that one soon. This is the  second time, and I did about 1.5 hrs, but I’m not working on this one beyond tonight since the face is too long and I can’t fix that easily, so onto the next try.5CA87461-F95E-4C26-9D91-95AC61EB86AECB64E416-4662-48E7-83D5-3F4C2BA8CBE8

Pressed (poem)

Still, realizing real life pauses are important.

My mind speaks

“We can never represent it accurately”

My hand is pressed, cold palm to forehead

My fingers nestle deep in warm hair,

curve their nails lightly into my scalp

like waves of the ocean, brush by the tides.

But my eyes pause,

draw themselves closed, clothed, contorted overload of the land.

light, too bright, when I remember outside is night.

New moon, too soon leaves the room

slides by, hides, so sly.

Not I.

Sulk, slack, sit unseen.

Impressed with yourself for not wearing Maybelline.

It’s so obscene, you’re so damn lean.

Forgotten serenity, the entity of totality, til I’m almost ill.

Still, realizing real life pauses are important.

Pen poised, patient, prepared for the perfect timing to touch the paper,

to express a thought worth thinking (doesn’t happen a lot)

inking, indecodable, quotable quips.

Quick trip for some, an “oh yes, fun” then they “have to run”

always jump the gun… not saying I’m never one but what do they do once they are done?

I’d want a refund, but realize I refused to retrain my brain to refrain so I’d abstain~

Written 2002, Dec. 10th


Meaning (poem)

sadly structures rarely represent realistically

repeating rhythms

shaping sounds

making metaphors


sadly structures

rarely represent realistically


most meaning whittled away

with words

well intended

and poorly placed


*refound, written in 2001.

Turnip, Caribou, Squash Stew Recipe

Right now we are living in a primitive dry cabin.  It does have electric, but no sink set up.  Most dry cabins have a bucket to empty beneath an unplumbed sink, and a spigot tank on top to use as a faucet.  Since we don’t have even a basic sink set up, or a stove, or an oven, I have to change gears when thinking of making a meal!  A small toaster oven, a single element pot and a crock pot are my main resources.

Living this way really brings to surface how AWESOME crock pots are!  With very little mess or prep I’m able to make a whole lot of good healthy food.

Fortunately we have a great u-pick farm nearby, and though I was a bit late in the season for picking, I still got some great local farm fresh AK produce.  In addition, my boyfriend got a caribou this season, which we just finished processing. There’s meat in the freezer!  Yippee!!  So, as always, this recipe is a result of some goods I had on hand.  Enjoy!

Crock pot on High for first 1-2 hrs, then Low until you are ready to eat.

(Can be ready within a few hours, but some veggies like turnip may still be a bit firm)


Water- 2 in.

1 turnip diced

1 crushed beef ramen w/ seasoning

1 caribou roast chunk

(place turnip, and ramen in crock pot with a few inches of water, then I stand the roast up in the middle and put future ingredients around it)

1 radish diced

1 carrot (rounds)

1 turnip diced (2nd one)

1 crushed chicken ramen noodle and seasoning

1 diced apple

3-4 C summer squash cubed (and rind & seeds removed)

Add all this to the crock,

then add:

White wine and Kombucha for some more taste sensation (fill to level of veggies, above for more soup like, less if more stew like)

On top of everything:

I added ground mustard, oil from marinated artichokes, some marinated artichokes, and roasted garlic.

And of course, taste as you go, adding whatever other spices you feel like!