student. midwife.

i've been working as an assistant to a midwife.
the experience has been incredible.
it has touched me at the core of who i am.
this is important work.


the schedule is crazy. grueling. confining. demanding. inconvenient.
i wasn't sure i could handle the commitment.
the work is fulfilling. fun. rewarding. a miracle. defining.
it's what i am meant to do.

today i'm willing stop calling myself an assistant and begin referring to myself as a student midwife.
i've never been so sure about anything in my life.
i'm truly blessed that this is my calling and that these opportunities have all fallen into place.

instead of blogging i've been...

spending lots of time in the garden.
hosting friends and family.
working as an assistant to a midwife.
enjoying delicious brews on the brewhouse patio.
looking at the lake.
walking all around this hilly town.
attending bbq's.
sitting around campfires.
reading rumi.
waking up with the sun.

a note to my ego

i can't even say what's on my mind...and you're my best friend. i can't relax around you, even though i do yoga 5 times a week...i know how to take a deep breath. i can't take a step forward, because you're too busy looking into the past. just when i try to lighten up, you come to remind of all the reasons i can't. when i make progress...you rear your head. i wish i could forgo my ego.

mobiles

i moved to duluth in the fall of 1998.

the lake spoke to me immediately.

in college, inspired by a roomate, i started making mobiles out of seaglass and driftwood.

over the years these mobiles have morphed and changed.

here's a sampling of the work i'm doing today.

(bear with me, these pictures aren't the greatest)

what defines home?

my arm before...

my forearm...

is it enough?

today i feel the burden of my lifestyle on this world.
eating food, unaware of it's origin.
my trash is on the curb, do i know where it goes?
my clothes very likely made in inhumane circumstances.
the products that i use toxic to myself, the earth.
drinking coffee from a paper cup.


i try.
i try to eat local food.
minimize my waste.
use environmentally safe products.
i wear my clothes until they fall apart.

some days these things make me feel better about myself.

today i realize it's not enough.

out like a lamb

with the warmth comes the awakening. with the sun comes a smile. march brings the laying out of plans for adventures. dreams of park point. daylight extending beyond 5pm. i sense my motivation returning.

it seems the seasons have become the drive behind this blog.

i guess that's what happens.

when you live in duluth.

when you LIVE.



in duluth.