Micro Surf and Turf

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I wanted to make a bed for my micro greens to drain into, so at low tide I hiked through the water to the shelly part of Shell Beach, where the seals lounge and munch on sea biscuits. I came home with an assortment of tiny rocks, bits of shells and broken glass. I first rinsed my bounty, then boiled until my house smelled briney and the water was gross and brown. The soil, which was smooth only days ago is now rumpled with upstarts of new life.
via PicsArt Photo Studio

Unit D

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This is my beautiful and virtually unusable front door. I love it. I leave it closed for the pain it is to latch again after it has been opened.

I am finding it difficult to know where to begin “updating my blog”. So I’m starting with my front door and my little apartment. It truly has become a haven for me, and it is becoming a place where I can share life with friends…slowly. Gracious friends tell me it takes a while to get settled and God keeps telling me its closer than I know…just like me. My house is closer to presentable, and I am closer to I-don’t-know-what, but glory it feels good to be close.

I decided to get a masters degree in speech language pathology. It sort of fits with things I have been saying for years…

“My life is about helping people find their voices. Whether that is in art, music, writing, or whatever, I like to help people find their voices.”

“Some people are called to a ministry and some people are called to a people group. I am called to people so lost inside themselves they will never find their way out on their own.”

And for the last seven months, “I’m concerned about ______.” “That’s a speech/language goal.”

So…speech/language it is.

Unit D

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This is my beautiful and virtually unusable front door. I love it. I leave it closed for the pain it is to latch again after it has been opened.

I am finding it difficult to know where to begin “updating my blog”. So I’m starting with my front door and my little apartment. It truly has become a haven for me, and it is becoming a place where I can share life with friends…slowly. Gracious friends tell me it takes a while to get settled and God keeps telling me its closer than I know…just like me. My house is closer to presentable, and I am closer to I-don’t-know-what, but glory it feels good to be close.

I decided to get a masters degree in speech language pathology. It sort of fits with things I have been saying for years…

“My life is about helping people find their voices. Whether that is in art, music, writing, or whatever, I like to help people find their voices.”

“Some people are called to a ministry and some people are called to a people group. I am called to people so lost inside themselves they will never find their way out on their own.”

And for the last seven months, “I’m concerned about ______.” “That’s a speech/language goal.”

So…speech/language it is.

I’m studying for the GRE. Little did I know that my library has the study guides. I was prepping last week for teaching and walked past the section. It was like a gift from God. So I read a little every night, study my words and practice. Its really encouraging.

This school year has challenged me in ways I didn’t expect. I have had to grow up, especially these last couple weeks as I was the substitute. I have, thankfully, given that task over to my coworker and friend, who is doing a lovely job. my friend Julia used to tell me that we all grow up all the time. I am seeing and appreciating how right she was.

I also started Spanish. No time like the present. My tomato has two little fruit on it, my cilantro is already sprouting, and I successfully transplanted carrots. Its my fist garden, right out my back door. With the spring weather I can keep the windows open at night and smell the orange tree in my neighbors yard. It has truly become a safe place for me, and I am looking forward to summer…and fresh tomatoes…in Unit D.image

Saturdays at Andrini’s

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My weekly pilgrimage to Andrini’s started because I needed internet.  And community.  I slung my 7 pound computer onto my back and trekked to the local coffee shop.  I wandered through the farmer’s market as they were setting up.  I paid my bills and then found some conversations I wanted to join online.  I ran into people I knew.  I came back the next week.  And the week after that.  And the week after that.  Last week I finally brought money for farmer’s market and brought home copious amounts of basil, among other things. Thank you SLO Grown Produce for the pesto sale.

I have a new genius phone that keeps me connected at home, but I still come.  I’m in search of community.  I have a tendency to want to hide in my house, but I dream of sitting around coffee (or beer) and talking about the things that matter.  Big thoughts and ideas, sometimes I wonder how to make it happen, sometimes I wonder if I’m ready or if I’d like to keep my ideas in the safety of print.  Every Saturday, I just keep coming.  Wanna come?