winter is still here medicine.

Birthday Mama

My Mama's a cutie!

dream from 2.17

I was leading a group of children- all kids that I work with everyday in my waking life - through an open, hilly field. What we knew about this field was that herds of very aggressive deer traveled there frequently and were known to attack trespassers. The children kept asking me "Miss Jennifer, what do we do if they attack?!" I told the children a little known secret: If a herd of deer charge you, you must charge back.

We walked in a very tight group with me at the front holding hands with Wendy, the smallest girl I read with. After a bit, we spied a herd of deer, all with massive antlers. They saw us and charged. The kids started to scatter but I yelled at them to run towards the deer, and we did (with me and Wendy at front). It worked for a while, the deer ran off.

But they came back.. and this time they attacked from all sides. The kids and I had no preparation for this so we huddled in a circle. I ran around the children swiftly... trying to protect them. The deer trampled one student to death. A few more were injured. I knocked a doe down and ripped off her antlers and stabbed her with them. I killed the rest of the deer the same way.

forgetting me, remember me

I have had this poem hanging on my wall for almost 5 years now, 

but I haven't read it as often as I used to.
It has never been so applicable to my life as it is a this moment. 

In this month, in this time. The last verse especially.
Unfortunately this process seems to be destroying everybody around me... 
I'm sorry.


in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

-e.e. cummings

(un)lonely hearts

we had a swinging classy birthday bash and (un)lonely hearts club party... Merry Christmas Carrot sported an ever-classy pink bow all evening.

love photobooth

this is not italian

everything is right outside my window

you can see the gallery and part of the igloo

4th and 5th graders. a traditional Caribbean dance.

eheheeee.

who for what for wool?!

i am buying this blue-ribbon Tunis fleece from a spruce-hollow farm in NY to make a wig.