Everything, I thought I knew, In fact I did not know. And all those things, I did not know, Will show me how to grow. PART 1: A Solid Green June has come ’round with solid green hues on leaves and fewer bird choir members to snack upon the feeders. I wash my hairContinue reading “#6: Everything”
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#5: The Scourge Arrival
What appears “curiouser and curiouser” is the way in which details come to light. Time slows to a heartbeat and keeps around hunger and sun direction. Summer arrives via humidity resting in pools on the floor and in my hair fixing to a frizzy halo atop my head. Lilah basks in the gentle MidwesternContinue reading “#5: The Scourge Arrival”
#4: Time of Trilium & Trout Lily
Day 15 arrived and ended with what felt like 2 lifetimes of feelings and 2 seconds of experiences. Yet our short time here has been no less than exciting. There are of course the daily normalities to keep us grounded and the summer to-do list to light a fire under our asses, but that masterContinue reading “#4: Time of Trilium & Trout Lily”
#3: Wolverine and the Rediscovery of Magic
I started working at Wolverine Farm Letterpress Publick House in June of 2019. My good friend Beth hired me just as they happened to be looking for another bartender/barista. She knew I was sorely lacking in summer income and that I could pour a beer while shooting the sh*t with customers pretty good. Originally, workingContinue reading “#3: Wolverine and the Rediscovery of Magic”
#2: Words From The Woods
In one afternoon, we traveled from Sturgeon Bay to Green Bay, dropped off all our un-essentials, and scurried up the 3 hours to Gabe’s folks cabin in Wabeno, Wisconsin. I’ve been to this place a handful of times throughout our relationship–high school and beyond. Some absolutely insane times occurred on this 3-acre lot we nowContinue reading “#2: Words From The Woods”
#1: The Way In Which We Move
In the wake of our 3rd full day in Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin everything is starting to surge into full view. It’s a funny feeling, this unclung, driftless, uncertain, spasmodic living. I’m not 100% for it but I’m also not 1% against it. I’ve written one negative nancy journal entry that sent me into a weeContinue reading “#1: The Way In Which We Move”