So, ok, I haven’t been blogging. At all. Nata. And this post will be not much more than notice of my “intention to blog” which I know might not amount to much in the grand scheme of things. But I think if I can get myself blogging, it might get myself writing and even more importantly, allow me to engage with the day, connect it to ME. You know the drill.
Today is one of those crisp fall U.P. days, clear, CLEAN — you can hardly believe the world could be polluted anywhere when you look out my window and see my field of wild flowers to the north. To the east and south, I have a “sort of” scraggly lawn — sparce and interspersed with pine cones and dog excrement — that leads down the hill to The Little Two Hearted River (above), which is admittedly low this time of year. (Things are still green.) And as I make my way to my garden, it smells ozoney and fresh from yesterday’s rain. It’s harvest time, time to sow what we’ve reaped, and I love the fall with it’s exquisite sadness that seems to be both an ending and a beginning. (School started in the fall).
I dig about ten pounds of potatoes, then pluck three cucumbers and half dozen tomatoes off the vine, knowing we’re winding down on it all.
I don’t have anything really profound to say about any of that, either, other than I’m still here….
Subjects to come: bees (wow); grandchildren (wow), bear and grouse hunting (wow), dogs (wow), friends (wow)…
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I love words so I write them. I’ve been doing that since I was old enough to read. I am a published literary writer and I was an adjunct English professor at Northern Michigan University for many years. I write and live and love off the grid on 35 acres and a trout stream in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula with my son, Joshua, who has Down Syndrome, and with an English Shepherd dog named Maggie, and with my husband when he can make it here which isn’t often. This blog started out being about my work, and it will continue to be. ( I’m working on a novel about premonitions and dreams.) But this blog is also about living off the grid and about my experimentation with diet—most recently the Carnivore Diet. I started on the Ketogenic diet, but have moved into Carnivore. How long, I don’t know. But I’ve become interest in the effects of diet on not just my health, but on creativity. And I’m interested in the effects of the diet on my dreams.
Ah, dreams... The day before my son was born, my mother “dreamed” or was told my son would have Down Syndrome, something she told my brother ahead of time. I’ve never known what to make of that. So I’m interested in prophetic dreams, lucid dreaming, creativity and dreams, night terrors. Who isn't interested in that? I’m interested in Freud (more Jung) and Einstein’s theories of time and how their ideas inform my dreams. I’m interested in mining a deeper relationship with a dream world not confined to daytime experiences, and how the night might inform a more fully imagined daytime “reality.” And vice-versa. Which is the dream?? I’m exploring dreams of all sorts. Come explore with me…
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