Ecovillage Musings

The other day I was feeling a bit discouraged. I knew my problem wasn't "real" but was instead a reflection of what I was...

  A Poem for New Year's Eve   The two of us are older now (ahem, much older). Wrinkles soften the formerly taut plain...

Inspiration comes from all over. Sometimes it hits me over the head, sometimes it's on Facebook. Often the two are one and the same. ...

 When our friends Bob and Angie invited us for Thanksgiving dinner, Angie said she was making a pumpkin pie but that she'd leave the pec...

This last year has been rough. Lots and lots of work. Not enough sleep. More money going out than coming in. Some dependable help, some no...

I spent my formative years working in retail. From the age of 16 - 28 I worked in several different department stores, and then spent anothe...

Hi friends, It is a gray, cloudy, blustery day - it is fantastic! I am sitting in our snug and cozy strawbale house, looking out thro...

Oh, dear. Everyday I start a blog post and yet never actually post it. Day after week. I feel a tremendous weight to get it all right, to sp...

NOTE: This is NOT a photo of me. Everyone knows about the benefits of yoga. And I will continue to go, to stretch, to get my namaste ...

In some ways living here at Dancing Rabbit Ecovillage is ideal. Kurt and I have built a home, and built a life. We are surrounded by na...

Abby in the snow from Dances with Fabric Blog (thanks, Sharon!)** Snow, Aldo  by Kate DiCamillo Once, I was in New York, in Cen...

NOTE : Kurt and I arrived in France a couple of weeks ago. I seem to be working backward, blog-wise. Meaning that the most recently writ...