Author: Gracie

On Art, AI, and Cultural Poverty

I just read a beautiful article written by Amanda Palmer (a lovely artist that I admire for so many reasons) all about Frida Kahlo. It was short and sweet and yet it said so much about why art is important to humans. Frida is an artist that we...

Tiny barriers

I’m learning things about myself. It’s been kind of a deluge of development, these past few years. Perhaps it’s my stage of life, or the stage humanity/our culture as a whole is in, or a combination of the two? Regardless, I feel like I’m reflecting daily- reckoning between the...

Wednesday Food Post- On Eating Wild(er) Greens

It’s occurred to me many times over the past few years that if I’m ever to increase the frequency with which I write then I have to, ya know… write more. I look back at the days when I pumped out 3 or more essays a week and I’m...

Inhabiting the consequences

Those three words have been knocking around in my head on a daily basis for most of the past year. Inhabiting the consequences. This little phrase has been a distinct and ongoing meditation for me. It asks me: Are you willing to feel what it’s like to have an...

Teachers everywhere

This morning I woke up about an hour and a half later than I planned. Jeff had shut the curtain, plus it was gray and rainy and dark. Whenever this happens I kind of jolt out of bed because I hate to keep all the animals waiting. It’s not...

On winter potatoes and worship

I had to check back to see when I’d harvested potatoes. It was August 31st, I think. Even before that we’d been digging them here and there, eating the new potatoes for a couple of months.

Offering Up

“What human wants to have that much consequence in the world?

A little local life… informed by the understanding that the ripples of your days are not for you to decide their meaning. They are for you to labor in the presence of the meaning of other people- the ones...

Closer I am to fine

Last night we ate our first meal from the meat off our pigs. BLTs. This first meal was suggested by Asa, who, upon first bite, exclaimed “Yep! You all can thank me! Best idea.” I couldn’t really argue with him.

 

Morning chores

Every morning as I’m putting on my coat and boots I have a moment of resistance that I work through. The not-so-distant memory of my bed, that warm fire, the coffee scent that’s beginning to emanate, the unflattering “but why me?” thoughts that seem to follow me around in...