01/22/2026
Winter life can be cute in between the hauling wood and water, seasonal depression and avoiding cold and flu germs from every direction. I have been resting well. My husband is the best. I turned 39 on the 13th. I have been making tons of custom tincture or tea formulas for the people and showing up when I can for community. My herb school, the Actaea Institute is going fantastic. Teaching live every Sunday is the highlight of my week and my students are the best.
I was thinking about the posts people have been doing about where they were 10 yrs ago and thought that was cute. But we literally can't have anything nice bc I saw that those posts are being encouraged and used to train Ai on behaviors of humans over time and how we change and what stays the same. Damn. Still I reminisce...
At that time I was traveling the country in the mini bus, The Butter Bus, with a changing cast of characters and usually at least 3 dogs. We stopped at National Forests and punk houses, farms, and beaches along the way. I lived in the Vermont woods for 2 and a half months for the rainbow gathering that summer. I ran into my husband there actually but we never really talked until we saw eachother 6 months later at a Railyard Ghosts house show in Prescott Arizona. I travelled with the bus through Canada. I survived a sketchy situation with a creeper in Calgary and then the bus ended breaking down in Banff National Park. She wouldn't start one morning and we called for a tow and the driver said that the rear axle was "on by imagination", the bolts had rusted off completely, and we were lucky to be alive after driving through the biggest mountains I have ever seen in the winding Canadian Rockies. So we had to busk in town for repair money and it turns out nothing was wrong with the engine so I attribute it not starting to my guardian angels, namely my mechanic Uncle Dick who gave me the bus. We had to camp illegally in the woods bc we couldn't afford campgrounds and I found a carabu skull in the crystal clear stream walking naked one morning in the quiet wilderness which I wired onto the bus grill once we got her back. Many more stories from that time but that is all for now.
