the baby’s got a new home

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¡a bailar!

In this month of December, I think daily of dancing.  I imagine the blisses of dancing.  Of throwing my body around in a space.  Of surfing on sound waves.  Of celebrating!

I, THUS, think of Mexico.  I think of El Derramadero.  I think of Santa Ana Maya.  I think of the time spent in this month (and january), in community.  Dancing.  I think of the all day parties.  The misa [church service] followed by the meal followed by the party slash dance!!  I remember the way everyone went to either dance or watch.  I remember how most people danced as couples, doing the ‘two-step’ as Daniel and I called it.  I remember how Daniel and I danced like we do, and how we loved it.  How kids would watch us.  And the woman with the video camera would tape us.  AND HOW WE DANCED.

To be outside and dancing.  under the stars.  with a community.  with live musicians!!  oh bliss bliss, blissy-bliss bliss.

And here in Illinois.  In the snow and the negative degree weather, I hope for a clear night, where Daniel and I dare to venture out into the night to have an opportunity to be with community and to dance!  Will it be The Hideout?  Will it be Chic-a-go-go?  Who know-knows??

To dance

In honor of the dance, I include the quotable, gifted to me from my friend, Kyle, slash quoted from Tom Robbins:

the place of the dance is within the heart / to dance is to love again.

I hope everyone is dancing right now in Mexico.

dandelion digital dream screen: cycles end, cycles begin again

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babythebreadisrising!

I am energized. Tonight. I am still with my family in Michigan. it has been a full day.

I am writing to point out that while I have been here, I have been baking. 1 big loaf banana bread, 4 little lo(a)ves banana bread, pitas, 2 batches of granola, 1 loaf SEEDY SALT inspired bread, bagels… and tomorrow I intend to back 1 attempted replica SEEDY SALT bread, and more banana bread. My family’s favorite bread, SEEDY SALT, is no longer in production since THE JOURNEYMAN in Fennville shut down last month. My SEEDY SALT inspired bread was whole wheat oat flax wheat germ soy milk yeast water kosher salt sea salt caraway seed fennel seed sunflower seed. It was round free form loaf. Tomorrow because I intend to recreate a replica of the SEEDY SALT bread, I intend to make a hard-crusted elongated free form loaf with unbleached bread flour water yeast rye flour whole wheat flour sea salt fennel seed flax seed nigella seed sesame seed olive oil kosher salt (they use grey sea salt). We shall see. I have limited experience with bread flour. yet fun! fun! fun! I have a sponge sitting out overnight for my starter in the morning!

I feel joyful to work dough to bake bread. to create bread. like raising baby veggies.

I have been thinking as I bake of el orno de tierra that Daniel and I made in Mexico. What fantastic fantasticness it was. mmm

when Daniel parents’ went to the ranchito in August they returned with photos. In one el orno was visible. Over the dome of el orno there was a tarp to keep it from disintegrating in the rain, yet on the flat tabletop area there was green! all the seedies were sprouting on the counter from the earth of the oven — que bonito

Felt A(r)mor Shop or: How I learned to (cor)respond to Crisis.

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the snow fall

the snow falls.  or rather the freezing rain.  ice rain theysay.  I am in Michigan, spending under two weeks in the my parents’ house with my parents and one of my brothers.

and it snows.  constantly.  here.

The pups and Daniel are in Illinois still.  and I am with Tomato again!  Tomato amazing tomato!  amazing light!  she is incredible to me…

a) I think that she is aware of people and energies and comings and goings in astounding ways.

b) I think the intensity of her love is a gift.

c) I think the ways in which she has changed and become a healthy functioning dog are miraculous.

d) I think of what may or may not have become of her if we had not taken her (and Tunas and Nata) into our lives.

Where we were in Mexico people do not want female dogs.  They do not want to deal with pups or spending the money on neutering them.  SOOOO  those perritas born on the street end up streetdogs or landfill dogs or dead dogs.  any of these things could have been tomato, and instead she is glory glory.  a healthy functioning queen!!

oh universe.

How tired I am.  more updates in the days that come.

—+{La Cocina: ladrillos de adobe…

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oh wow.

oh wow.  Nearly November.  Life continues.  and changes.  We have been through floods, where the field was deep in five feet of water, and frosts, where we desperately harvested everything, to beat the freeze.  and fall!

I LOVE AUTUMN!  el otoño es bonito, bonito, bliss bliss.  I had no idea.  Not even.  The seasons!!  I am marveling at the seasons in ways I never have before!  I harvest sorrel every Friday morning.  usually by myself.  It is, in my perception, wet.  and .  cold.  and I love it!  Because the daylight is shorter now than in the summer, the plants grow more slowly.  Which means that the sorrel is not bolting (gone to seed) like in the summer, so it is young and fresh!  And I cut it !  and bunch it!  and breathe in the fall air  and smell the smells.  and see the colors all around me.  the wet colors.  the leaves.  the light.  the wind.  And I love fall food.  I dream of it.  of winter squash, and sweet potatoes and choi, and burdock!  oh burdock!

amazing amazingness to me.  And over one year ago, I moved to Mexico!  And I long for it now as the weather changes.  I remember last year.  I remember el día de los muertos and el pantión and the decorations and the voices of the women.  the low murmur of their voices.  chilling.  exciting.  Mexico!

I might want to go back.  Part of me definitely does.  Pat of me definitely wants to go other places.

mmmm.

Maybe daniel can put of some photos of the flood. and of the pantion.

mmmm.

still farm life.

I am in a cafe in Eureka.  I just heard a probably thirteen year old boy say that he hates Barak Obama.  I wanted to go over and talk to him.  Ask him why.  It is terrifying to me to hear this boy speak of hating this man he does not know.  I think it’s brainwashing.  and I think it’s terrifying.

mmm.

Rebekah

in Chicago

In Chicago-land for the weekend. Time passes. Life continues. I breathe in the ways I do. I freeze watermelon and tomatoes and salsas and sopas. I can applesauce and dry chiles and herbs and apples. in preparation for winter. I despair at the fullness of my freezer and trust that this year is the first year. or the 24th year. or the year and that there are abundant years to freeze more and can more and prepare more. or rather to do as much as I do when I do it.

Daniel and I consider possibilities as mid/late November indicates the conclusion of the season on Henry’s farm. Possibilities abundant and endless. Curious to me how frequently I find myself considering the endless possibilities. And wondering where I will continue. and how. I am currently confident in my desire to grow food. for me, my friends, my family, for the Unicorn Cafe if I am in the area of this chicago-space.

This season I have had my elbows deep in the “dampness of the earth” (as described by Ken of Pouquette’s, vendor of tea oh bliss Chinese tea direct from farms in China). I have tasted tomatoes, fermented tomatoes, wormy tomatoes, pristine tomatoes, red tomatoes, green tomatoes, tie-dye tomatoes, yellow tomotoes, orange tomatoes, striped tomatoes, fuzzy tomatoes, shapes and sizes and smells

I have eaten the sweet corn directly plucked from the plant. the candy bi-color sweet corn, so sweet that some say that they cannot eat more than a few bites. oh bliss and blessings.  I can eat a whole ear or two.  I may have a sweet tooth or teeth for sweet corn.

My arms are spotted with bug bites and rashes, from..?? plant oils?? parsnip burn?? poison ivies??

and the noise of the bugs. the noisy bugs.

at times, I fantasize about the winter. about time off the farm. about time to wake when I wake. about time to take a walk for however long I do. about stored potatoes and frozen edamame.

I’m thinking about Mexico. about buying land outside of chicago and living in a yurt. about making espresso drinks at the Unicorn. about drying and freezing papaya. about waste water systems. about permaculture. about what resonates with me. about sustaining myself. about how in love I am with my little loves, the pups.

hmmm.

oh week end.

Daniel’s papas are in El Derramadero right now. They wanted to take us along, and they gave us a week’s notice, at which time we thought we would rather give Henry more notice if we were to take off for two weeks. Thus we are not there. and I am curious curious of the chickens, and the chicks- bubblemonster and nails. I am curious curious of the oven. and of la familia. and of El Punto Loco. and everything. of the days. and the nights. and the dogs. and the rainy season.

mmm.

and I realize that I am where I am, and that is where I need to be when I am.

!!Life

I was identified this weekend by my yoga poses and as a farmer.

I was surprised to be called a farmer, as I consider myself a me who works on a farm.  and I cultivate my life.  my life-art.  I farm life. when I do.