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Tj and I spent a few days earlier this week camping at Cobscook Bay State Park. On Wednesday we drove over to Quoddy Head in Lubec, the easternmost point in the United States. Teej got some rather lovely panoramic shots, so to gently ease myself back into the blogging waters I thought I would share them with you. You can click the images to see the full sized photograph.








I hope your holiday weekend is a happy and peaceful one, friends. Spend some time in the sunshine before night starts setting in early, especially if you’re here in New England.

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Our “anniversary” is coming up, and I am feeling a little misty and romantic. I have a really wonderful partner (who sometimes has a black-red-grey pirate beard and glasses and oh my goodness), and it kind of blows my mind. Sometimes that’s a little overwhelming. That’s probably not a normal way to process feelings of love, but I think my normal is probably not your normal, or the normal. I’m sure that’s the case with most folks, though; default settings vary.

Maybe it’s not even the love. Sometimes I become overwhelmed about pancakes.

Maybe it is the love. Pancakes are great.

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Please pardon my appearance for the next while. I recently changed my site layout by literally just a smidge (is a smidge 50 pixels or so?), but I  will not be resizing old photos.  The entries following this one will be held to higher standards, and I apologize for being jarring to your pretty eyeballs.

My thoughts are a bit of a jumble. Not in a bad way, just… in the way.

I think it’s probably safe to say that there will be no more snow. Thank you, April. I am not sure if the last frost is behind us, but the crocuses popping up across the street at Tj’s parents’ house seem to be a positive sign. It’s hard to believe that only a year ago I was getting packed and ready for a week in Saint John. It was my first teal-blue Caribbean Sea experience, and hopefully not my last.

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We don’t have an exotic vacation planned for this year, but we have been considering a small trip to Philadelphia, a canoe trip in the summer, and possibly a three-day train trip from Portland ME to Portland OR in early fall. I am not sure what this season will bring. There are many things I want to be in play by the time September rolls around, it’s all just a matter of keeping my head up. April is my starting point. It feels like there a million things I should do before I turn thirty in October, as if these things are expected of me from some unknown judgmental crowd. I blame the whole… publicly shared bucket-list phenomenon. In reality, though, it’s only what I expected of myself at a particular moment in time. I am free to tell my previous self to keep it to herself. If I choose.

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They are small things, mostly. I don’t feel bad in the slightest for being unmarried or for not having children or for not currently working in my desired field. I only just discovered what my “desired field” is. In the grande scheme of the world, of course, all things in my life are small. When I look at things that way, it all seems far less terrifying. All decisions are equally important and unimportant. That doesn’t make them less meaningful, only more manageable. Which socks am I wearing today? Should I get a loan to pay for grad school, or pay it myself? Same same.

My class at Harvard is going well. I should be registering for my first real graduate level class soon. Harvard yard really comes to life as soon as the snow melts, and Cambridge is like a brand new world. I think that’s the case with most New England towns, though; you really have to experience them all year round to get to their true character.

I have decided that my focus throughout my Museum Studies education will be on Native American history and culture. I would love to eventually intern at the Abbe Museum in Bar Harbor, which is a Smithsonian extension. Museum jobs are competitive and the opportunities are fleeting, so I have absolutely no idea what this will mean in terms of a career, but I’m looking forward to diving into things in the fall. I am so, so thankful to have a supportive partner in all this. It’s a wonderful feeling, to have someone who believes you can do whatever you want. It makes me believe that, too. My self-confidence has risen on my own accord quite significantly over the last few years, as well. I am a completely different person that I was when I first began my education.

When I was first considering a graduate degree, I was feeling really bogged down my undergraduate focus, wishing that I had chosen Native American Studies over Asian Studies, but I remind myself that with that decision made, I would have never traveled to China, I would never have taken the classes that made me fall in love with learning all over again. I chose Asian Studies because that’s what I wanted to learn at the time; now I want to immerse myself in something new, something if only a fraction closer to my own heart and heritage. I still love Asian art, and I am sure that I could find an interesting scholarly pursuit in that regard, but I don’t think my heart would be fully in it.

Here are some books currently on my reading list:

I have been having a lot of strange dreams about my mother lately, and I imagine it’s because I’ve been thinking about her so much. This time of year, memories are brought to the surface that were dormant through the winter months. There is just so much about her family and her history that will probably always be unknown to me, and I regret not being more interested when I was younger. But honestly, how many fifteen year old  girls are interested in anything about their mothers?  I will fully admit to being somewhat of a self-centered brat when it came to my mom, but I was also a teenager. I could have been better, I could have been much worse. It’s weird to think back on that as an adult. It’s tough. I imagine, maybe in another decade, it will be easier. I think a lot of what I’m currently pursuing, both in hobby and in education, has a lot to do with wanting to somehow get in touch with her (not in a spiritual way, but in a real way… getting in touch with who she was before I was around). Her interests interest me.

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I know I have been away from this space, but I am finally finally over this treacherous cold! Joy. I had intended to share this post with you all on Monday, but I spent my entire day home from work, under the covers with echinacea tea, Bearna and Netflix. It was not even remotely charming. It was snotty. This was, of course, after spending five days trying to pretend I was okay. I can be an idiot. I don’t always take very good care of myself, and I am an awful sick person. I would like to start doing …better.



commonly used to/ ground

absorb or remove negative energy


transform dreams, ideas into reality

found/ worldwide

astrological sign/ Scorpio, Sagittarius, Capricorn | chakra/ root, solar plexus

Last year for Valentine’s Day, Timothy surprised me with beautiful smokey quartz necklace and earring set. I wear them often, but I find myself particularly drawn to them when I am anxious and in need of comfort. Much of that comes from these stones being a gift from the person who is the most grounding presence in my life, but I think they hold a bit of that energy, themselves.

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1. double pointed quartz specimen, Alyssum Alchemy / 2. smokey quartz point on hand formed ring & brass chain, Taxil Hoax / 3. hooded cowl tunic in smokey quartz, Run With The Tribe

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For the last couple years, I’ve put together stockings for myself and Timothy. It’s sort of silly tradition, but I love it. I think he does, too.

For myself, I usually include items I already need or want. Tj’s stocking is full of fun small things that I don’t necessarily feel like wrapping individually (the bottle opener was a big hit, last year). He recently suggested that he could put mine together, and I like that idea too!


1 dice set / 2 Preserve razor / 3 Bauble by Lisa Congdon & Scribble by James Victore temporary tattoos / 4 sunprint kit / 5 wall-mounted bottle opener / 6 SpaRitual polish in Illumination / 7 Montezuma’s milk chocolate with mint bar / 8 Ice Blue soap by LUSH / 9 Hurraw! lip balm in mint

Even when I’ve put together my own stocking, and it happens to contain adult things like razor blades and vitamins, opening it up on Christmas morning still makes me feel like a kid. It’s the best feeling. Underwear? Also good. I bought myself some PACT undies on Black Friday (the only thing I purchased that day).

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