una

i had the opportunity last week to model for giovanna, the owner of una, one of my favorite clothing boutiques in portland (actually, one of my favorites period).  while normally i can only enter her small haven and drool at the beautiful clothes she selects, last week i got to prance around and pose in them.  what an honor.  and what a delightful woman to work with.  she is charming and gracious and sweet and is most certainly worth visiting at una.  the clothing and accessories she sells are quite obviously selected with care and love.  when you leave you will either cradle a new treasure in your arms or want to come back everyday until you have unearthed every treasure in her trove.

return home

i haven't felt this way in a long time... since my return from italy almost a decade ago, in fact.  the way in which, upon return home, all i want to do is hide out and re-orient myself.  this feeling is not exclusive to me.  it's the feeling that many international aid workers must experience with regularity.  it's the slow adaptation back into the world of people who speak the same language as you, the lack of need to constantly change currency in your head, the taking for granted of basic essentials (like clean water, toilet paper, shelter, transportation, etc.), and not seeing people living in dire conditions EVERYDAY.  it's a strange feeling.  i thought i would be relieved to be back in the land-of-plenty, but i instead finding myself... lacking.  it's almost as if life is too easy.  ironic.
everyday i struggle to find the middle ground between here and there.  i find myself needing to contribute directly, but unsure of how to do so from home.  i feel despondent and helpless.

and then i read about liz at sseko designs who has found a way to do it in a really fun and creative way.
and then i read about chris, the creator of the art of nonconformity , and his unconventional and adventurous take on life.

and i come back to my own unique path.  and my own pressing need to help make this world a better world for future generations.  and of my mom's proclamation that i have always marched to the beat of a different drummer.  and of my dad's proclamation that i am a work of art.  and i remember that, while i am in charge of most things in my life, there is a greater essence guiding me on my path.

and i am thankful for the tangible and intangible forces that help me re-gain perspective.

thank you liz and chris, strangers who have graciously shared their stories for the benefit of the rest of us.
thank you mom and dad for helping me remember that i am special.
thank you dear dear friends for shining your light on me when mine goes dim.
and thank you, unseen essence, for always guiding me back to my path.

a year and a day

please take a few minutes to watch this video brian just made about haiti and the work that ilf is doing here.  it is beautiful.

a Year and a Day from Brian Martin on Vimeo.

EAT.DRINK.THINK.: Butternut Squash Soup with star anise and ginger s...

EAT.DRINK.THINK.: Butternut Squash Soup with star anise and ginger s...: "Have I mentioned my affinity for all things delicious, fast, and easy in these days of being a slave to an A.D.D. afflicted one-year-old? Oh..."

can't wait to try this in haiti. although the shrimp selection leaves a bit (a lot) to be desired, the other ingredients should be quite easy to find in haiti. and since sunday is soup day here, i think i will try this out on sunday. enjoy!

haiti, continued

sometimes haiti is really hard.  days like this one, however, are food for my soul.

haiti

sea of cortez

we spent the first leg of our journey sailing with brian's family on the sea of cortez.  above is a little photo narrative of some of our adventures.  we spent a week laughing, reading, swimming, and playing marathon rounds of poker.  it was the perfect segue to our next adventures, as well as to the coming challenges we will surely face in haiti.

aepdx and juliet zulu

An AEPDX Meeting from Juliet Zulu on Vimeo.



a few months ago i had the opportunity to work with some very talented gentlemen. this was the result.

sometimes, when i don't have much to say...

... i let my pictures talk for me.

these days

making moves

i will be spending time over here if anybody wants to take a peek at what's happening on the farm.  brian has just invited me to contribute to the farm blog, and i have a sneaking suspicion it will be the source of much of my inspiration for a good long while.

y'all may not see many postings for the next little while, but know that i am thinking often and at length about this space and those of you who grace it with your presences.

heart

until we meet again, here's a little note for you...

where do i begin?

here?

the first babies have been planted.

(with humidity)

perhaps here?

the first beds have been prepared.

or maybe?

sunny days are on the way.

nah. 

let's stick to what's important:

the babies.