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Here is the back story:

Rob’s father owns a cabin about 12 miles from our home. He has owned it some 40 years I guess. He built it from the ground up.

Fast forward to recent past:

They are ripping the cabin down. The cabin where my husband spent a great deal of his childhood. The cabin my FIL built. Tearing it down. They are putting in it’s place a new fangled fancy cabin that they have to dig into the hillside to put up.

Kindly, though, his father is letting ROB do the tear down. The tear down includes a 12’x10′ shed that we are going to use for a new chicken coop. The old coop is going to be a tool shed. The rest of the cabin is going to be reconstructed as a barn and the screen porch is going to go onto the South side of our home-we’ll cut in a door from the family room to access it.

Rob brought the 12’x10′ home today and began reassembling it in it’s place in the yard.

Old coop and new coop side by side prior to reassembly

Space leveled

Platform is set and leveled

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Three

Three and a half

Four!

So that’s the deal for now. I have other stuff to write about, but not just yet. I’ll post photos as things progress. I’ll even try to post photos of the cabin deconstruction. It’s been a time since I posted anything, but I have been busy. The slow down months are here, which means LOTS of knitting, LOTS of soups and breads, LOTS of tea, and a little bit of blogging.

I have missed it.

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a couple of photos for showing progression. These photos are also on my flickr and have notes if you’d like to read them 🙂

Blank canvass: the appointed homeschool wall in the diningroom

The Project Plan

Some of the colors

Today’s progress: I ran out of paint. I have to get more tomorrow and finish up the chalkboard portions. I am enjoying this project and the envisioning of the end product. This is going to be fantastic. Just wait until you see my perpetual calendar after the tape comes off tomorrow! I’m excited!!

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watch this first

So I pumped. This is a remarkable feat for me. I managed to pump almost 12 entire ounces of milk from my breasts! YAY ME!

The boy refuses to drink my milk from a bottle.

So as not to let the milk spoil, I put it into not only Zoe’s hot chocolate this morning, but Grace’s and mine as well.

It made a lovely creamy hot chocolate.

“juice, squeezed from a person…”

not exactly, Rachel. But it is tasty like juice. Mine tastes like white chocolate in my opinion. Zoe says that “wahgahwah” tastes like soy milk and orange juice. Rob agrees with the Friends that it tastes like canteloupe juice. Grace says it kind of tastes yummy but she has no opinion about what it tastes like.

So should I pump more, I know my family is going to drink it even if the boy turns his nose up at it out of the bottle. He likes his milk from the source.

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Not an idea new to me, today marks our first Coffee Cauldron at the PR Pantry and Quilter’s Parlour. From 12-2 Pagans, Eclectics, Freethinkers and Lovers of the Earth are gathering for coffee and socialization.

Of course the idea sprang from the Coffee Cauldron in the Twin Cities. I have never been, have always been jealous of those living in the Twin Cities who can attend, and longed for something similar up here.

It’s a great chance to spread boundaries, hone different friendships, and show people that might not agree with Alternative Paths, that we are not showy people, not freaks, not people being different for the sake fo being different, etc.  The joy of going for coffee and fellowship exists outside of church basements.

I am excited and antsy and cannot wait for the next 2 hours to pass. I think I’ll do some cleaning to make it pass a little faster.

After Coffee Cauldron V and Dare coming over. V has an antenatal appointment with me and they are paying Rob for his mechanic services, picking up the vehicle, and staying for pot roast. MMMMM Pot roast. Truth be told, though, I would really like to just be at home with only my family tonight. I’m not sure the reason, but it feels like a mellow sort of day. I want to eat pot roast, watch The Amazing Race (I am addicted to that program!) and do a little writing in my BOS/L. I have loose things stuck in it that need to be permenently placed.

Hopefully the evening shan’t be too late.

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Grace yesterday showed interest in forming her own BOS/L and learning about Tarot. I found a children’s ezine that features a different Trump card each edition (it’s a Pagan kids ezine, I’ll post the link later) and has a children’s looking Tarot card. I copy and pasted the photos of the first 16 Trumps and printed them out on card stock so Grace can start learning.

She has a Fae oracle already that I gave her years ago but she is really really wanting to be able to read.

Since she expressed an interest in a REAL BOS/L I started doing to digging online for things a kid might want to stick in a BOS/L. I’ve got links to coloring pages, Pagan kids wordfinds, kids spells, rituals, meanings behind the magick explained just for kids. I am thrilled and so is she!

So this coming week I am going to go get her a three ring binder and some clear sheet covers so she can start her BOS/L. This’ll be an interesting thing to see happen. She adores Isis and has since she was about 2. She also adores, interestingly, Medusa. She had a dream at about 3 and asked me the next day if there was such a goddess that had spaghetti hair. I asked her if she was sure it was spaghetti and she said, “well, no, they had heads.” So I asked her if they might be snakes and she said yes! I was really quite shocked. So Isis and Medusa. An interesting combination.

Zoe has taken to putting water into jars then letting markers soak in the jars making “potions” that Rob and I have stepped in quite a number of times after she has poured them out in doorways to “keep out the bad things”. I am quite amused.

Deg is my energy anchor. That is as much as I know about him in his spiritual existence thus far.

Rune is here by me constantly. I am told he’ll be here until I pass through the veil. Both of my sons seem to cherish me. I’ll take that 😉

I have learned that when children are not indoctrinated or when children that ARE indoctrinated are given 5 minutes to be left to their own devices, they cling to nature. They cherish and worship nature.

Grace got baptised as an infant, something that even as a Catholic, I was against as it never made sense to me. It’s fire insurance for the old church biddies. This is the readon my grandmother baptised me in her bathroom sink at only a couple of days old as my mother lay in the hospital near death after heammoraging. She feared my Lutheran father might not have me baptised Catholic, thus condemning my pour infant soul for all eternity. I love the sentiment behind that story, but the dogma is frankly absurd.

Since Grace’s baptism, I have not instructed her in any tradition, Christian, Pagan, or otherwise. She is honestly kept out of most of my spiritual practice sans for a family ritual at a Sabbat, or if a pet dies, the funerary that goes into their passing. that she has made her direction at this phase in her life to be cherishing the Earth and loving the Goddess is astounding to me!

An example of the notion I mentioned above is one I noticed in the documentary “Jesus Camp”. The little dancer girl was on the deck during a rain shower. She wanted to go out into the rain and her mother said no, but then relented for about ten seconds. The girl would not come out of the lightly falling rain when her mother bid her in. The look of pure bliss and spirit about the girl became quite clear. I could see her cherishing being pure spirit and relishing in nature. Nature was her only care, her only god, at that very moment in time. Allowed to just be, she clung to nature.

I am so thankful my children live in the place they do. They are allowed to just be, every single day. They are allowed to find their own path and be pure spirit. They are able to find Goddess and God in everything they do and all on their own with no meddling from anyone. How can a person take that from a child, calling them “willfull”. I’ll take a willfull child over a broken child any day of the week. Broken children come tomy house and their will comes back even if only fleeting. My heart cries for those children.

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This has been a great break for me. Lots of things done, healing done, and ideas sprung.

First I shall inform you of the attempts to have another baby. We’re at it pretty good so hopefully sometime soon you’ll hear some news.

We are also at a crossroads in the direction we are heading in terms of self sufficiency. Inventoy has been built and I have started selling odd goods, mostly bellydance related and ethnic goods that I have purchased from sellers near and far. I have everything from patchwork goods made by others and myself, re-constructed clothes made by me, to spirituality items to soap.. so a run of all things funky, I suppose. I am doing the art faire, folk fest, music fest circuit around MN and neighboring states if something sounds like a good time and opportunity. ROb is going to be here taking over the market gardens and getting in full force with the farmers market run. He’ll be marketing just about daily come growing season. It’s goodness.

I have also been successful in finding other alternative minded folks who are interested in a performance tribe-bellydancers, hoopers, fire players, drummers and other musicians. It’s going to be great! I can’t wait for our first go at a performance.

As far as performing, I’ll be performing at the end of March in our first hafla-my students and my friend’s students. There shall be a couple of group choreography pieces and some solo dance. I’m gonna dance with my sword!!

Things are getting more peaceful here by and by. Everything is falling into place how we have envisioned it since we moved into our home.  None of us could really ask for more.

More updates this weekend…I am glad to be back here…

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Who can show me a candidate for the Office of the President of the United States who cares about the fact that we are all people with basic needs? One who believes that health is a fundamental need for a society to function properly? Show me a candidate that realizes that wealth, poor, black, latino, white, asian-NOT EVEN AN AMERICAN-that they are-WE are all people? That a Cuban can come here and get the medical treatment they need just like we can get should we happen in Cuba (or France, UK, Germany, Netherlandsm etc.etc.etc.etc….) to need medical care. Show me that person and I promise you that is who I will vote for.

I am tired of our government making us cumulatively afraid. This is our government.

I really wonder what troubles would befall insurance, big pharm and related companies, as well as their puppets in Congress um, shareholders if we all got together and decided that we care about each other on the base human value and just stopped paying. Stopped paying our insurance premiums and found a friend or relation in Canada, and no longer supported this corrupt, greed laden (there has got to be a better word for greed here-it’s surpassed plain old greed…) un-human, inhumane group of individuals.

I am really mad right now.

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