by Krista | Sep 7, 2016 | Spring
“Power, true power, comes from the belief in true things,
and the willingness to stand behind that belief,
even if the universe itself conspires to thwart your plans.
Chaos may settle; flames may die; worlds may rise and fall.
But true things will remain so, and will never fail to guide you to your goals.”
James A. Owen, “Here There Be Dragons”
It’s been so good to read again during my recovery from a wolf spider bite. To sit on the veranda under a blanket, or snuggle down in bed with a cup of tea nearby. I’m rereading the Imaginarium Geographica series and enjoying it immensely. As I read through various adventures, the above quote leapt out at me:
“Power, true power, comes from the belief in true things.”
I grew up in a world where everyone knew The Truth. This was rather comforting and assuring until I got out into the larger world and discovered there were many people who also knew The Truth. Unfortunately for my sense of wellbeing, The Truth looked vastly different from person to person and group to group. Each Truth was defended vehemently whilst all others were decried and dismissed as lies and deceptions. It all became a confused muddle and for awhile there, I couldn’t believe in anything because nothing made sense.
For awhile that unbelief was deep comfort to me, a respite from wrestling and wondering, studying and agonizing. I could just be and look and wonder and discover and think. It was exquisite. As my soul and mind and body healed, I was able to start adding things to my treasure trove of thoughts: luminous ideas, stories, and ideals, things that supported what I cherish most.
I love the line “belief in true things” because it’s not limited to one dogma or creed, it’s a beautiful gathering of truths, collected one by one from experiences and observations and myths and songs and poems, nature and humanity, history and folklore until they form a precious assortment of truths that ground and fortify and inspire me each day.
As I talked with my counsellor this morning, we were both a bit teary at the wonder of being able to gather truths to our souls, to pluck them like flowers and hold them close, letting them breathe comfort and courage and strength into every part of us, watching in amazement as they heal the broken parts, soothe the weary ones, and give courage to the shaken pieces. How lucky we humans are to get to shrug (or pry!) off old lies that shame and cripple, and take on truths that nourish all the good things in us so we can thrive.
Bear and I were talking this week about betrayal, rejection, loss, and how destabilizing they are, how they unsettle and disconcert. We’ve seen anew that the way for us to face them is twofold: be yourself and believe true things.
Be yourself. Believe true things.
I’ve been mulling those two thoughts over and over this week, and they’ve brought me such peace and good purpose. We’ve had such fun being ourselves, spending hours doing things that make us happy and make our lives better.
I made strawberry lemon shortbread with strawberry liqueur and bush lemon zest and he restored an old chest of drawers.
I bottled 150 litres of apple and plum wine, he made a new drafting table for his workshop.
I weeded gardens and harvested ginormous turnips and beetroots, he designed and built new frames and feeders for the goose pens.
In between we hung out together, fixing up my bicycle, chatting on the veranda, checking on our baby animals. We read and snoozed and worked like mad, and loved it all.
Be yourself. Believe true things. Such good thoughts to carry with me on this oh-so-blustery day.
by Krista | Sep 3, 2016 | Spring
I’m on the veranda this morning, wrapped tightly in a warm red blanket as cold winds howl though the trees sending anything lightweight hurtling across the farm yard. Animals are huddled close out of the gale, keeping each other warm, and I’m thankful that all my newly planted spring seeds and seedlings are cozy and safe in my straw bale greenhouse.
I’m on day six of recovery from a venomous wolf spider bite, taking heart that experts say these dreadful symptoms should only last ten days. Although the symptoms have been wretched, I’ve really enjoyed my enforced downtime as I’ve napped, rested, read, watched a new season of Murdoch Mysteries, and planned things with Bear.
Before I got really sick, we were staying with our friend Sue and woke Monday morning to this beautiful sight.
I love visiting Sue. She always makes us feel thoroughly loved and spoiled with all sorts of little surprises, from newly picked flowers and homemade blueberry wine to buckets of jaboticaba fruit and the most wonderful breakfasts held in brilliant morning sunshine. If you have to be bitten by a wolf spider, her house is a marvellous place to start your recovery.
We were also able to visit our friend Oma, an experience which never fails to put huge smiles on our faces. She taught me how to make what she calls Hungarian Hodgepodge. We fried up garlic, fresh red capsicum, tomatoes, and her homemade prosciutto, then poached chicken and duck eggs in that savoury lusciousness. Such a marvellous dish on a cold rainy day, especially when served with homemade bread and butter followed by small glasses of her potent homemade cherry brandy.
We swapped seeds and sipped cherry liqueur and made plans to butcher a pig when I’m better so we can fill our freezers and larders with sausages, hams, prosciutto, pickled pork, salami, and Hungarian hurka. I’m so excited, and truly thankful for lovely moments with good friends to see us through the hard times.
Now it’s storming in earnest and time to head inside for a cuppa, some cookies, and the next episode of Murdoch.
Wishing you a restful weekend. xo
by Krista | Aug 31, 2016 | Winter
The sun has edged over the horizon, pale and diffused through hazy clouds. Bear is out with the goats, keeping watch on them from his motorbike as they feast on tender green shoots that burst through the undergrowth after massive rains. I’m in bed, keeping warm as I rest and recover from a venomous bite that has left me exhausted, nauseous, and aching. I love Australia dearly, but some of her critters are decidedly inhospitable.
My friend Sarah tells me that when a spider bites, it’s a sign that I’m supposed to start writing again. That made me smile, so I’ve made a cozy little flannel-lined nest for myself where I can rest and sleep and write, with two windows so I can watch birds and sheep and goats and husband as they go about their work.
Until the bite happened, Bear and I were thoroughly enjoying a time of building on our farm. We’ve both been through so much the past couple of years, and it was wonderful to get our zest for life back, to sit and talk for hours about dreams and plans for our little world here. It was especially good to start putting those hopes into action.
We’ve been working really hard, trimming tree branches to make shady work areas under a leafy canopy, building new pens for turkeys and ducks, and planting all sorts of trees from hazelnuts and avocados to beautiful natives like grevillea and banksia.
We’ve been clearing out detritus from old projects and it feels marvellous to see cluttered areas clean and usable again.
We have remodelling plans underway, collecting the wood and equipment we need to put in much-needed storage. We love our tiny house but at the moment it’s not suitable for the creative people that we are. We need space for my wood-burning and Bear’s chain maille projects, his leatherwork and my woodwork, our sewing projects and bee-keeping stuff and wine-making equipment, not to mention a better way to store our beloved but space-consuming medieval gear.
We have a long ways to go, but we’ve made a good start and it feels amazing.
In between work projects I’ve continued to do farm-y and garden-y things. August was all about cheese-making – halloumi, feta, mascarpone, ricotta, and cottage. It makes me smile to open our fridge and pull out my very own feta for salads and soups.
I’ve been blanching and freezing broccoli, so much broccoli, juicing jaboticaba to make liqueur, and feasting on fresh asparagus and sugar snap peas and blueberries from my gardens.
I’m glad we got so much work done, for now it’s time to rest, really rest, and let my body heal. I had a bit of a woe-is-me moment this morning, but a good cry and chat with Bear put me to rights. It is what it is. Of course I’d much rather be outside planting things and doing projects with Bear, but that will come later. For now I will rest and make the most of this time to read good things and take naps and watch movies and dream dreams.
The time for building will return soon enough.
Now it’s nap time. Wishing you a beautiful week whether you’re building or resting. xo
by Krista | Aug 3, 2016 | Winter
My clothes smell of hay and sawdust and wood smoke these days, lovely scents that make me smile and feel connected to the places and people I love.
The late afternoon sun is shimmering through the trees, glistening on the sprawling pile of hay the goats and lambs have been feasting on. A wild wind has picked up, cold and bitey, and I’m glad to be wrapped in a blanket on the veranda, hanging out with Bear for a bit of a chat before he heads inside to make us cuppas.
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It’s a day later and I’m back on the veranda, this time bundled to the hilt against fearsomely cold winds, surveying a farm utterly drenched by pelting rains.
I just finished making a big batch of kumquat beer and the house smells marvelous as the beer cools down in preparation for bottling. Chicken is roasting in the oven and all is ready for a cozy day of pottering and keeping warm against the elements.
I read an article by Jess Zimmerman last week, and love how she describes a healthy relationship as two people:
“in cahoots to make each others lives easier and better.”
Isn’t that beautiful?
I’ve been thinking of it every day.
I grew up in a world where we were compelled to make life harder for each other. We were instructed to be each others conscience, to point out flaws, police behaviors, watch and listen and make sure that we were all doing “the right thing.”
It nauseates me to think of it now. What an appalling way to live and relate and interact. No wonder so many of us from that world struggle to be ourselves. We kept “us” hidden for so long just to keep out of trouble, to avoid beatings, solitary confinement, communal shunning, and public shaming.
I’m so glad to be in my new world, this beautiful life where I am safe to be me with all my quirks and gifts and foibles, where I can live each day striving to make things easier and better for others. It is an incredible gift.
I’ve been tallying up an In Cahoots List. Names of people I love who make my life as easy and better as they can. It’s made me quite emotional to picture each treasured face, to write down their names and think of one situation after another where they lightened my burden and brightened my world. It’s also strengthened my resolve to be that sort of person, an In Cahoots person, partnering up with my loves to make our journey on earth as soul-nourishing as we can.
This world can be so scary sometimes, lonely and painful and sad, and it comforts me no end to picture my In Cahoots people, arms entwined like tree branches, taking turns propping each other up, providing inestimable courage and hope, so much stronger together than by ourselves.
I’m celebrating them today.
Who are your In Cahoots people? xo
by Krista | Jul 26, 2016 | Winter
Bear and I love campfires. We like sitting around them at home with good friends, visiting and grilling sausages, setting marshmallows aflame as the sun sinks down through the trees and kookaburras cackle overhead. There’s nothing quite like the dance of flames and shower of sparks against the night sky to make everything feel cozy and peaceful.
With such a love for fires, there was only one possible answer when our friends Sue and Vincent invited us to attend the annual Killarney Bonfire Night. A resounding YES!!
We bundled up against the winter chill, grabbed a large flask of “coffee” – aka Sue’s Famous Spiced Wine – and headed out for a night of fires, artistry, and food.
It was marvelously fun! We jostled along merrily with the crowds, delighted to find an open table where we could tuck into dinner while listening to live music and watching the firefighters build a humdinger of a bonfire. The blokes ate steak sandwiches with fried onions, while Sue and I indulged in nachos piled high with all the fixings, and we all shared hot chips and glasses of spiced wine.
Thus fortified against the cold, we wandered off to see what we could see.
The Killarney Bonfire Night features a myriad of 44 gallon drums that have been cut, welded, sliced, and punched to create brilliant works of art that are lit from within by cheerily blazing fires. They perform double duty by keeping all the onlookers toasty warm.
There were flaming rocket ships and glowing insects, homages to trucks and engines, and a marvelous fire-breathing dragon.
We saw tractors and VW Kombis and a drum that looked like a glittering night sky with tiny holes punched through all the sides.
They were all clever and fun, showcasing the passions and skills of their makers.
There was also plenty of people watching and a dazzling fire show of twirling fiery batons.
After looking at everything, Bear and I found a comfortable perch to rest our bones and watch the festivities as we chatted, ate chocolate, and sipped hot mulled wine.
It was truly a fabulous night and we look forward to a repeat performance next year.
Where is your favorite place to sit by the fire? xo
