who am I? or is it, Who I am!

Many have suggested that in my starting this blog I should give a glimpse of me, you know, my likes what makes me tick yadah yadah! so here are some of my feathers
I'm a lover of life and people, the wilder and more eccentric the better. My mom has always said that I don't know a stranger and this is truth.
I Love loud music that makes me want to dance and spin and anything that catches the sunlight and glitters. I adore when Josh and I dance in our kitchen without a song being played. I truly love this man called beloved.
I am ALWAYS barefooted and have been known to show up at the grocery store in just my feet and have to go back home for shoes. I like my toenails painted in shades of red.
I love our family and the time that we get to spend together. As much as I dislike Texas, our family is what makes it feel like home.I'm a healer, teacher and seer, hippie at heart.

I've given my hand at crafting many things like: beautiful children, beer and wine, a safe beautiful home filled with bright love, bread, cheeses, candles, food without recipes and medicinal salves, to name a few. But out of my all of my days and the roads traveled acquiring my love for hand crafted goods, I adore crafting our childrens little spirits the most. I want them to have sweet loving hearts, to show genuine kindness, concern and love for the poor, to not judge the man on the corner but to do what is in their little hearts for them, to walk in integrity and to care for and appreciate the beauty of nature.

We live in community with a handful of people which is precious. We've craved community for yrs and just a few yrs ago we were able to experience what that really looks and feels like through our sweet friends Ami and Cris Burr. We learned the art well and took it to our own home and have been so blessed to share in honest life  with a few close friends. Sharing crazy great food around our old kitchen table and long chats as we're all curled up onto the couches or solving the worlds problems at the foot of our fireplace.

My quick loves: seems a bit like a personal add eh? I luv long walks on beaches.... :) joke, well actually I do like those as well but here are my real little loves!
I love cooking from scratch, sewing and felting, camping, hiking, not shaving my armpits (and yes josh likes it to) fiercely long road trips over plane trips any day, WAIT, ok, hold it, give me a few more yrs for the kids sake to return to that love!
Oh the joys of mountain bliss, the color of twilight on a fresh snow, the smell of fall and not the kind that comes in the form of a candle. Love a good hardy laugh, the kind that makes you pee your skirt, supporting community grown agriculture, homeopathic/ naturopathic medicine, holistic healing, junk sales, curb side scores which fill my house with color and fun, red wine, the smell and feel of dirt...the end.

Oh wait, I love being a daughter of my parents. I just love them! I am blessed to have shared many hard years of living by faith in my teens which grew me into the woman I am for real. I love life simply. Because of our growing up without many times, I am richly blessed to not want. I mean truly blessed. In our home we go against the grain of America. Josh grew up the same with his family being missionaries to China so we love and take pride in the fact that we don't have a desire for a bigger house, better job, big stories to tell, one up'ing our friends. I love that greed does not exist in our hearts! And we love listening and giving to those in need, for if it weren't for those same kind of people when I was a kid, then well, my family would have gone without alot of other things! listen deep people, and do what comes into your heart to do!
A yr or so ago, on a rainy cold day Josh and I saw a young hippie kid, prob an old friend of mine :) walking along the freeway. We both looked at each other and felt the same thing. We wanted to care for him, we felt he was in real need, not just a traveler but a broken man. So we went home, I quickly made sandwiches and a ton of fresh food, packed it up into a back pack as Josh hurried into the bedroom to gather clothes for him. Josh was concerned for this kids pants as they were torn to bits, not in a cool, i like them this way, kind of way. We packed the kids back up into the car with our loot and went to find him. We never found that boy and as we sat at a red light on the way home, Josh looked over at me and began to cry. That was one boy out of a huge population of broken wounded souls. And we want to meet every single one of them and love on them and help them heal!
there, that's me in a nutshell.