Little House On The Mesa

I've been struggling with the desire to blog lately. I've taken to privacy quite a bit more (thank goodness I don't have facebook, right?). Sometimes I just feel burdened by the idea of blogging and then realizing that what I want to talk about is too private or too controversial or too provocative or maybe even too boring....or the fact that I don't have enough pictures of something to make it interesting. Then the whole thing just seems superficial and I say nevermind. I've reached a point where I'm not so much inclined to want to irritate people or try to get them to think outside the box anymore. I'm pretty done with politics and it isn't a passion of mine like it used to be. This portion of my life is devoted more to spirituality and adapting to a corrupt world instead of trying to change something that will never be utopia. This idealism is only something we can strive for within ourselves and will never exist outwardly on this earthly realm. I've made peace with this and it is certainly a much larger sense of freedom than feeling like I need to constantly fight somebody or some cause or other hot button issue. I look up to those who have led more quiet and private lives, like the saints and monastics.

My parents came for a visit right after Pascha and we took a few pictures at the historic Adobe Bar....

the lovely ashford traditional

After the hooplah of Holy Week and my parents' visit from Florida I finally had time to invest in the new wheel and it has been very enjoyable. I still have much to learn of course but being able to process, ply, and skein a yarn from start to finish is quite an accomplishment for me, considering that last year at the wool festival just the idea of plying from a spindle was more than my brain could handle. Baby steps, right?

handspun yarn from the new wheel

I've taken to wearing mostly Israeli style tichels lately without makeup. I know I look about ten times better with makeup on but I'm trying to break my ties with vanity these days.