tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23378717929340224782024-03-06T02:04:15.977-06:00farmhouse kitchen labRIVERBLUFF FARMthe wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-62158182462506049132015-03-04T12:09:00.000-06:002015-03-04T12:09:32.538-06:00Breakfast, Lunch, and DinnerWe're in the middle of another late winter snowstorm here in the midwest which requires more food intake, obviously. Something rich, warm, hearty, and full of flavor fits the bill. I love a one pot meal as I'm not crazy about doing dishes even with a dishwasher, yes I can be that lazy.<br />
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Here's the one pan meal we had for lunch today.<br />
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Ingredients:<br />
4 slices bacon from <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kinman-Homestead/732140153556625">Kinman Homestead Pork</a>, cut into 1-2 inch pieces<br />
2 turnips, cut into quarter in sticks or diced<br />
2 handfuls fresh spinach<br />
2 eggs<br />
1 T whole grain mustard<br />
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In a cast iron skillet cook bacon until crisp in one side. Chop turnip while bacon cooks. Turn bacon to other side, add turnips. Sauté turnips with bacon until tender and slightly brown. Add spinach and cover. Whisk egg, mustard, and water in a small bowl. Remove cover and add egg mixture to skillet. Replace cover and cook until eggs are slightly firm. Cut into quarters and serve. Serves 2. (recipe is easily doubled)<br />
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-51270868650569356082015-02-25T10:19:00.000-06:002015-02-25T10:29:07.598-06:00Published!Hello again. I've given myself a little time off lately and it's been good. Even when the thing you do everyday is the thing you love with all your heart and would do no matter what, it's still nice to have some time off. Tuned out, turned off, disconnected and reconnected.<br />
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I'm not sure I really even meant to take time off, it just kinda happened.<br />
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After our magical night with Feeding LeRoy at Bem General, we spent time catching up with old friends and hanging out. We said goodbye and then continued to relish the visit. Even now thinking about it, I can still feel it. A good friend summed it up best in her note to me, Feeding LeRoy at Bem Gen was a night of pure magic and love all mixed up together. I don't think my feet hit the floor all night.<br />
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I never really got back into full routine that week. The weather turned bitter cold the day after our friends left town and then I caught a nasty bit of the junk going around. So I took full advantage and retreated, curled up, and shut down. I'm so glad I did. I needed that time and didn't even realize it.<br />
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Ready to get back to work and back to our routine this week, I got THE BEST surprise in the mail. I'm still pinching myself. One of my photos got published! In an international print publication and I had no idea it was coming! Holy crap, awesome!<br />
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When my husband came to pick me up monday night because our car broke down (not awesome) there was a package on the truck seat addressed to me that said "complimentary artist copy." Hmm, <i>artist. </i>Let's just say opening that package was better than Christmas! I jumped out of the truck to go back into my parents' house and tell my family. My husband insisted I at least wait until the truck stopped moving and off I ran.<br />
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The farmhouse erupted with cheering and hugging and jumping up and down.<br />
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Good news was just what we needed, and this was some fantastic news. It feels so good to see something I've created be enjoyed and appreciated by others. What a rush to put yourself out there and then have it come back to you. <a href="http://farmhousekitchenlab.blogspot.com/2014/10/following-your-heart-is-hard-work.html">This post</a> is the one that spurred it all. I wrote this just a few days before submitting my photos to "Somerset Digital Studio." I took a leap of faith and just put it out there, let myself be vulnerable and brave. I couldn't be happier I did and that April 1st this issue will hit the stands with my little photo from Bem, MO in it.<br />
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-58690645195881134452015-02-04T07:14:00.001-06:002015-02-04T07:14:02.678-06:00Feel the PresenceLet's be honest, February has never been my favorite month. I've enjoyed the quiet recovery and new beginning of January. I've thought about plans for the year, what I'd like to have more of in my life, changes I will make, and I'm ready. Then comes February. It's that awkward little in between moment, not yet spring and with little enthusiasm left for winter. We try to cheer ourselves with little pink and red hearts, but that doesn't quite do the trick either. This is the month that typically leaves me feeling antsy, chomping-at-the-bit to get out of town, take a break. I dread it.<br />
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This year there is something different about February. I'm enjoying it. I haven't quite figured out if it's my willingness to be more present and mindful of my experiences just taking them for what they are, or if this is just a really good February. It's a bit of a chicken and egg thing, right?<br />
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It is a really good February for us at <a href="http://www.bemgeneral.com/">Bem General</a> and <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Be-Well-Studio/164879796951555">Be Well Studio</a>. We are already seeing some of our plans and intentions for the new year flourish. We have <a href="https://www.facebook.com/events/847892131936205/">live music</a> coming to Bem on Tuesday the 10th and a Community Health night planned for the end of the month at Be Well Studio. Everyday we work together and fill our hearts fuller with wishes and dreams and love. Some days are harder than others, but every day we are grateful. Grateful for each other, for the moments of a good life, and love always.<br />
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Love is especially on our minds this month, how can it not be as we make valentine's boxes for school and plan treats and games and snacks for parties, see little red boxes of chocolate around every corner, balloons and flowers and glitter in every aisle.<br />
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Instead of being overwhelmed by the stuff, which I can be, let it be a reminder to love more. Shift these signs from being a reminder of all the things we have to do, to a reminder of the only real thing we have to do. Take a deep breath, breathe love and warmth into your heart center, close your eyes if you have to, and feel it there. Then breathe out, letting go of your to-do list, your should-do list, your need-to-do list, just for the moment. Feel the presence, feel the love that is there for you, know that it is always there for you, and you can access it at any time.<br />
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Love yourself, love your heart, and live with boldness.<br />
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-2825637703011549892015-01-28T10:21:00.000-06:002015-01-28T10:21:56.341-06:00The Truth About ReflexologyYesterday my sister Amy and I had the opportunity to participate in a corporate wellness fair at a local business. It was a good day meeting lots of hardworking people with a great sense of humor and providing moments of much needed relaxation and pain relief.<br />
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Days like these are a wonderful reminder of the need for our work, the true call to connect with others and serve in a healing way filled with ease and laughter and big smiles.<br />
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Through my work as a reflexologist and holistic nutrition consultant, I have the honor of supporting and facilitating health and healing. I see people transform before my eyes, I feel the their muscles and tissue transform through the technique and skill of applied principles in which I have been trained. It is truly amazing how deeply relaxing therapeutic reflexology is.<br />
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I have clients living day to day with interrupted sleep that can rest and sleep through the night after a reflexology appointment. I have clients with pain scales of 10 when they come for a session and after 30 minutes, leave with a pain scale of 2. I see clients who struggle with blood pressure, better able to regulate their blood pressure with regular reflexology sessions. I see clients with chronic joint pain and restricted mobility move more freely with regular reflexology sessions. It is widely accepted that the body's innate healing process is greatly supported through rest and relaxation. Reflexology powerfully facilitates the body's innate immunity and restorative cycles.<br />
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One of the top questions I get asked is why I became a reflexologist. My answer always starts with service, my call to serve others is a passion, it's what drives me in my family, my work, and my community. And, I am grateful that my work also serves me by providing a nourishing and peaceful space in which to work. In many ways it is reflexology that saved me, that led me further down a path to whole health, that taught me how important it is to tune in and listen to my body. The truth is, I love reflexology.<br />
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-17647148879643396722015-01-21T11:26:00.001-06:002015-01-21T12:40:56.932-06:00Simple Pleasures and Northwoods TreasuresLast spring I was sitting at <a href="http://www.bemgeneral.com/">Bem General</a>, talking with a friend about how I would love to start hosting live music events at the General. Then, a couple weeks later Sonja Bjordal of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/feedingleroy">Feeding LeRoy</a> contacted me, told me she was booking a southern tour the following winter and asked if they could stop off at Bem General and play a night. I was and still am beyond excited. Sonja was here for a farmstay when we first opened Bem General. We sat in the space and talked and dreamed and envisioned all that could be. So, on February 10th at 6:30pm, dreams are coming true. It's going to be a magical night that I am so very grateful to share with you all.<br />
I first met Sonja and Lee in Duluth, MN when my sister was living there. My brother, husband, daughter and I went north for a winter visit. The first time I heard them play together was around our dining room table. It was love at first tune. I was in a room full of people I loved, music and laughter filled the air, I'll never forget it, I was hooked.<br />
In the years following we went back up north for winter ski weekends when Sonja and Lee were playing at the lodge where we stayed. We played in the snow, soaked in the hot tub, skied the trails, toasted in the sauna, plunged through the polar ice on the lake, and ran around in our swimsuits and muks between cabins and tall tall trees; it was like summer camp for big kids in the winter.<br />
Every time we came home from these trips, I dreamt about creating a place like that here. A place filled with simple pleasures, good times, great friends, where we're all young at heart. This February, I feel as though we have a bit of the Northwoods coming to us and I can't wait to share the music of my favorite northern songbirds with you. So come on out and play!<br />
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-49459074796164173912015-01-14T12:12:00.000-06:002015-01-14T12:12:21.166-06:00Sisters with a StoryIf you have followed along with me here for a while, you may have noticed that I love good food and the health and joy it brings us. My passion for living a good life, full of health and wealth, connected with my community, my family, my animals is what drives me. I am grateful for a life filled with people and work that I love. I am also grateful for the opportunities to learn and grow in health and wholeness. In each challenge, frustration, or heartbreak, I have experienced growth and insight and change. Rarely are these things easy, yet I am grateful. Don't get me wrong, it is not the challenge or hurt these things may bring that I am grateful for, but for the love and compassion with which they can be met I am very grateful.<br />
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Love and compassion that grows with every step, for myself, family, community, life.<br />
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I've seen a meme going around lately (probably on Facebook) that says "Grow what you have." What a great reminder to be present in the blessings around you and in you, yes seek growth but not necessarily elsewhere or in something new. Foster growth in what you have, make flourish what you have already planted, go deeper not necessarily further.<br />
So, as for my sister and I who share work (and most other things, sometimes willingly), we have begun to share our stories. These are our stories of transformation.<br />
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From Amy:<br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19px;">This time last year I was calling Washington University Infertility and Reproductive Medicine Center to cancel an appointment I had made in the middle of December. We had dreams of having our own children, like many, but started behind in the game. My husband, having had children already, was infertile when I met him. We incurred a large cost for the reversal in hopes that would be the only obstacle to overcome. We were wrong. And thank goodness we were, because it gave us </span><span class="text_exposed_show" style="color: #141823; display: inline; line-height: 19px;">a tremendous opportunity to take a good look at ourselves and our health. People may often only think of women's health for reproduction and hormonal balance, but men's health and hormonal balance is just as important. After a year and half of building in nutrition through whole foods and supplementation, bodywork and self-care we were able to give our baby girl the best possible foundation for health. Living our happiest healthiest lives yet!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #141823; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;">Sometimes it's hard to even remember how bad I used to feel, until I begin to write down symptoms that I experienced on a daily basis. There was about an 18 month span where I was in and out of Drs. offices, underwent blood tests, MRIs, scans, surgeries, was on prescription antidepressants, pain relievers, and convinced I was suffering a major chronic debilitating disease like MS.</span><br style="color: #141823; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; line-height: 19px;" /><div style="color: #141823; line-height: 19px; margin-bottom: 6px;">
<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">What I know now is that I was suffering a major gut imbalance and candida overgrowth. Issues such as these can be triggered from antibiotic use, chronic and acute stress, acquired food sensitivities, toxin overload, and just plain overworking ourselves and our bodies.</span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Today I begin a</span><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">iring my laundry list of health issues that no longer challenge me or minimally challenge me since I have begun to restore balance in my gut through probiotic use and avoiding simple sugars.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">-fatigue<br />-joint pain<br />-interrupted sleep (like eyeballs peeled wide awake at 3am)<span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline;"><br />-eczema, rashes/hives<br />-acne<br />-dry flaky scalp and skin<br />-tired (sick and tired of being sick and tired)<br />-irritability, anxiety, depression, panic attacks<br />-bloating, alternating diarrhea and constipation<br />-chronic sinus/allergy infections<br />-autoimmunity lupus/shingles<br />-nerve pain shooting/tingling/numbness<br />-headaches, migraines<br />-PMS, missed periods, excessive bleeding, hair loss, infertility</span></span></div>
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The top 3 things that have helped me regain my health:<br />1. Restore Balance of gut flora with probiotics and fermented foods<br />2. Heal gut lining with anti-inflammatory and collagen rich supplements and <br />whole food.<br />3. Reduce cravings and simple sugar intake with whole food and natural <br />supplement substitutions.</div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">I don't really want to call these "before and after" photos. I'm still moving through this health journey. I am, in so many ways, a different person than that girl on the lower left. I barely recognize her, and could easily convince myself she never existed (if it wasn't for this old facebook photo.) Instead, I honor and acknowledge what I have learned along the way, and am grateful for who I am now. Stronger, deeper, happier, healthier, bolder, braver.</span></span>the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-24337574708826119772015-01-07T10:19:00.001-06:002015-01-07T10:43:46.913-06:00Bone Broth Heals<span style="font-family: inherit;">If you follow us on <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BemGeneral">Facebook </a>, you may have already seen the videos we posted this week on making your own bone broth. As part of our holistic health services at Bem General, we highly recommend incorporating bone broth into our everyday diet. Bone broth is integral in the healing process as it contains basic nutritional support for nearly every system in our bodies. We can take in many of the nutrients found in bone broth from various sources, but none is as easily digested as broth. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23px;">“It’s been known through history and across cultures that broth settles your stomach and also your nerves,” said Sally Fallon Morell, an author of the new book “</span><a href="http://www.hachettebookgroup.com/titles/sally-fallon-morell/nourishing-broth/9781455529230/" style="background-color: white; color: #326891; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23px;">Nourishing Broth</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-size: 16px; line-height: 23px;">.” “When a recipe has that much tradition behind it, I believe the science is there too.” -Bones, Broth, Bliss</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">As we begin another new year, many of us renew our vows for a healthier year than last and set our intentions to achieve these goals. Incorporating bone broth into our daily lives is one routine that can improve our well being inexpensively and simply. There's comfort in the tradition and ease in the </span></span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">preparation.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">Bone broth is rich in trace minerals, collagen, gelatin, and protein amino acids. It has been implicated in healing digestive issues, inflammatory diseases, joint pain, skin issues, and much more. Several of the essential trace minerals are found to be deficient in people with chronic diseases such as osteoporosis, hypothyroidism, diabetes, immune disorders, anemia, nerve disorders, dermatitis, asthma, and seizure disorders.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">These minerals play an important role in antioxidant function, metabolism, bone development, and wound healing. Collagen and gelatin are also important building blocks in joint repair and healing of the gut mucosa.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 23px;">A Nutritional Snapshot looks something like this: </span></span><br />
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32% DV recommended Daily Value Protein and Amino Acids</div>
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27% DV Vitamin C</div>
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31% DV Vitamin B6</div>
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13% DV Iron</div>
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43% DV Manganese</div>
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10% DV Selenium<br />
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Today is the day to start your healing journey! Watch the first of our Restore Balance video series >>><a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCmcuaUhI_JKn7VlFqLgwvWQ">here</a><<< contact us via <a href="http://bemgeneral.com/">bemgeneral.com</a> to order grass fed, pasture raised bones from our Bem General CSA farmers.<br />
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sources: nutritiondata.self.com, whfoods.com, Ipi.oregonstate.edu, nytimes.com</div>
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the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-24009251210641757342014-12-24T07:18:00.000-06:002014-12-24T07:18:12.458-06:00A Little Christmas Magic EverydayI have become an early riser. I like to credit my daughter with converting me as she was born an early riser. Converting her to a late riser was just never going to be and I conceded. After nearly seven years, I am grateful. The early morning has become one of my favorite times of day. I now often wake before her, gasp! It's my fresh start time, deep breath time, thinking and being time, dreaming and planning time. Most of all I'm grateful that it is my time without distraction. There seems to be greater access to peace in the early morning hours. I don't know if it's the quiet and calm of the house, because I have a similar feeling about the evening just before bed. <div>
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Routine seems a strange place to find magic, (and by magic I mean a spark, a glint, a moment that moves you) however; it happens there with ease even. Words I never thought I would use to describe myself-early riser and lover of routine- I almost can't even type them, HA I'm still in shock myself. As I move through life I find that the spark of creativity comes just as often from something I do routinely as from something novel. Thus, I have grown to love routine...</div>
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During the holiday season, my everyday good life moment comes without fail at the end of the day just before I walk out the door. I have a routine every morning when I walk into <a href="http://www.bemgeneral.com/">BEM GENERAL</a>, I turn the lights on in the kitchen and spa rooms, turn up the heat, turn the display shelf lights on, hang my bag and keys (this is a really dangerous step to skip, if you've ever helped me search for my keys, you know what I'm talking about), turn the store lights on, start the music, stir the coals and put a log on the fire, make coffee or tea, then get to work. With every switch I turn, I smile and am grateful. In the evening, it's the same routine in reverse. After Thanksgiving when the Christmas candles fill the windows with light, this is my favorite moment. Everything is quiet, the soft warm glow of (electric) candles illuminate the worn wood floors, the scent of soap, soaks and other essential oil concoctions and wood smoke linger in the air, I breathe it in and in that moment all is well, I feel only love.</div>
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the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-32503912065030133052014-12-17T11:02:00.000-06:002014-12-17T11:02:48.624-06:00Everyday Good LifeTime and again it's the simplest things that fill my heart with gratitude.<br />
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As I was walking downstairs this morning in our warm house, I had an overwhelming sense of gratitude. We had propane delivered yesterday and stacked another load of wood at the store. Last winter was such a difficult winter filled with bitter cold and loss. I'm grateful this morning for the warmth that was hard to find last year, and the peace a full tank of gas brings.<br />
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I'm grateful to be back in the full swing of making and selling our goods at the General store. Last night when my husband and I were unloading firewood onto the porch our daughter jumped onto the bed of the truck, still in her pink tutu from dance class, and started chucking wood from the middle to the sides where we could reach it. We could hardly keep up with her little almost-7-year-old hands. My heart was full, overflowing as we worked together.<br />
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These are the moments that inspire me to take photos, write, create. They are the simplest things and the grandest pleasures, they are the everyday.<br />
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-90552274439187160182014-12-09T06:29:00.000-06:002014-12-10T07:10:48.316-06:00Start Seeing<div class="MsoNormal">
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through our neighboring towns and I had heard some reports of what had taken place,
I dropped my daughter off to catch the bus at my parents’ farm like we always
do. I then sat in my truck with my mom and shared with her some of the
documented scenes from the march through Gerald and Rosebud. I broke into tears
as I described what I had seen, in some instances I had a hard time forming the
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I wept for the display of ugliness and hatred and bullying
that erupted in my favorite little town. I wept for the cycle of fear and
ignorance that was fueled that day. I wept for the fact that I love Rosebud and
now every time I hear the town’s name, my stomach turns and I feel sick. I wept
for the feeling that I don’t immediately know where we go from here, or where
this event leaves us as a community. I know I don’t understand it. I don’t understand who those people
even were. I know that every time I sit
down and try to put into words these feelings, I struggle. I look around and
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I also know that we as a culture and society spend so much
energy on classifying ourselves, we don’t see ourselves. Quit spending so much
time looking for differences and similarities, and see the souls among us. See
that we are all one humanity shaped by our stories and our experiences, but
defined only by our existence. The greatest, the only true existence is love.
We were created in love and that is the one true light that shines within us
all. Start honoring it. Stop protecting it from others, stop keeping track of
what others do with theirs, stop worrying, stop fearing, stop reacting. Start
seeing.<o:p></o:p></div>
the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-55344389899427821602014-12-04T06:20:00.002-06:002014-12-04T08:57:33.001-06:00Breakfast KefirOne of my favorite ways to have kefir daily is for breakfast. Kefir can be a pretty complete meal on its own, and a tasty way to incorporate some probiotic whole food at breakfast time.<br />
You can make this coffee kefir drink straight in a glass skipping the blender clean up. Adding gelatin completes this on-the-go meal with essential amino acids, protein, and gut healing collagen.<br />
Amino acids, protein, and probiotics, it doesn't get any better. Wait, we're adding chocolate and coffee too!<br />
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You'll need:<br />
pint size glass<br />
teaspoon<br />
1/2 c. brewed coffee (Three Story Coffee available from Bem General is top notch)<br />
1 1/2 c. kefir<br />
1 t. powdered gelatin (great lakes brand from grass-fed animals is best)<br />
1 t. cocoa powder<br />
sprinkle of cinnamon<br />
sprinkle of himalayan or other mineral rich sea salt<br />
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Add 1/2 c. kefir to glass and sprinkle gelatin on top, let dissolve completely (couple minutes)<br />
Add cocoa.<br />
Add hot coffee, stir.<br />
Add remainder of kefir, stir.<br />
Sprinkle with cinnamon and salt.<br />
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the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-32629209263161060692014-11-26T06:49:00.001-06:002014-11-26T06:49:11.692-06:00Gratefulness and GraceI have gratefulness and grace on my mind this morning.<br />
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It is Thanksgiving week, the time we set aside to honor our lives and all that we have to be grateful for. Grace is also very present in my thoughts this week due to the testimonies given by our church confirmands this past Sunday. (and what an awesome job they did!) Nearly every testimony given by our soon-to-be newest members of the church mentioned grace and how they have come to know the definition of grace in their young lives. They've got me thinking about my experience with grace.<br />
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Grace is one of those things that is always present, accessible for us. It's one of those tools in our life toolbox that should really show the wear, like our favorite hammer that by now is worn to the shape of our own hand and maybe has a piece of duct tape or two keeping it all together.<br />
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At any moment we can choose to extend or receive grace. Often, like many good things in life, those moments come when we least expect it or feel we least deserve it. If you read my newsletter last week, I wrote a little about the cycles we experience or get caught in emotionally. I believe cycles are the natural rhythm of movement in all of life, and what we feed or put into our cycle is what we will get out of it the most. Of course most of us think of others first and what we put into helping and serving and forgiving or extending grace to them. But, what about what we feed ourselves? I am reminded through my own life experiences of feeling exhausted or overextended or overwhelmed to extend and receive more grace.<br />
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Extend more grace to myself.<br />
Receive grace.<br />
Stop expecting so much from me.<br />
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Again, like when I allow myself more time (even just a smidge), suddenly I find reserves of energy I never even knew I had. The same goes for grace and love, extend them to yourself just as you would your babies (human or the fur kind ;) ). When I choose to do this for myself, I am able to do it for others freely, subconsciously even, habitually.<br />
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Grace is truly one of the greatest gifts of life. And like all the good stuff...the more you give, the more you are able to receive, especially from yourself.the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-3877094072271647022014-11-22T07:18:00.000-06:002014-11-22T07:18:04.488-06:00Bem General Weekly Newsletter: There's Still TimeBEM GENERAL has a weekly newsletter! I typically share my blogposts through the newsletter along with upcoming events and tidbits I don't talk about "other" places, read Facebook/twitter/Instagram. This week I am sharing the newsletter <a href="http://bit.ly/1xYZUsJ">HERE</a> :)<br />
If you'd like to join the email list, go to bemgeneral.com and click the "YES, send it to me!" arrow.<br />
Be sure to click the link and find out what's up at BEM GENERAL today, something fun I promise.the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-69257507528081685362014-11-05T07:55:00.002-06:002014-11-05T07:55:47.279-06:00Make Your Own Kefir<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-37365873360624308112014-10-28T21:50:00.000-05:002014-10-29T06:23:19.236-05:00Live in Love<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">When my husband and I traveled to New Mexico this spring, we stopped at church rummage sale. (Isn’t this what everyone does on vacation!?) Out in front of the church was a spiral contemplation garden. We had never experienced one before, so we gave it a try. I sat on a nearby bench and watched as he journeyed to the center and back out again. </span><br>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Then it was my turn. </span><br>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The guidance on the sign said to hold a question or concern with which we needed clarity in our minds as we walked the spiral path inward and back out again. My mind usually races with a thousand things from which I can't choose because I want to be certain I choose the exact right thing. So, I decided to focus on nothing and try to let whatever was going to come to me, come.</span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I put one foot in front of the other letting the sounds of traffic and passers by fade away, focusing on the shapes of the rocks in my path, the crunching sound of them under my feet, the warmth of the Taos sun on my shoulders. Before I knew it, everything I had entered the garden with fell away and I was at the center. Still not quite sure of the message I was seeking, I looked up. </span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What I saw was my husband sitting patiently on the bench where I sat moments before, waiting. He was reading something, probably one of the shop brochures we had picked up along the way. He was allowing me the time and space I needed to find whatever it was I was looking for in that moment. </span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That was when it hit me. </span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Be in love. </span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">My heart warmed and my eyes welled up.</span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Be in love. </span></span><br>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">Don't just love or be in love with something or someone. Be in love, live in it. </span><span style="color: #333333;">See what is right before you and always with you. It is a choice, as I wrote about <a href="http://farmhousekitchenlab.blogspot.com/2013/04/a-stick-in-eye.html">here</a> on another day. </span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We had gone to New Mexico seeking space and clarity and reconnection after facing the painful loss of a pregnancy. I was angry and struggling and trying to not harbor bitterness and resentment in my heart. I needed space, time away to find some sense of peace again. Somehow I knew in the mountains and the wide open spaces of New Mexico I could find what I was looking for, and though I didn’t know exactly what that was, I knew I would recognize it when I found it. </span><br>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I had been missing out on what I had right before me. The ability to see beauty and love in my life was clouded by the loss of what should have been, but is not. </span><br>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I was no longer going to miss present joy and love, for the past or the future.</span><br>
<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I began to feel peace again and the vastness of the landscape expanded my soul, giving it space to both settle and soar.</span><div><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79RqvsJzqb2ArbaUNjbQgqF_SFF3ChsRL99mAbrGN6zkPZ9nXhFsRbNC4v_xKKb-pAKdcl_Lxti3xB6qeGMJ77y0cUpNLEzWSFdr9x4w3FCKiQfmnCPPwWw7cI8MMyfzQAHDENDu70J4/s640/blogger-image--894970211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79RqvsJzqb2ArbaUNjbQgqF_SFF3ChsRL99mAbrGN6zkPZ9nXhFsRbNC4v_xKKb-pAKdcl_Lxti3xB6qeGMJ77y0cUpNLEzWSFdr9x4w3FCKiQfmnCPPwWw7cI8MMyfzQAHDENDu70J4/s640/blogger-image--894970211.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div>the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-62693952237394243412014-10-22T06:59:00.003-05:002014-10-22T07:56:14.338-05:00Be Open to the Moments<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">It has been a while since I read the </span><a href="http://farmhousekitchenlab.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-writing-was-on-door.html" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">poem</a><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, sans-serif;"> that I found pasted to the door of the room we made our first treatment room. While family was in town over the weekend, I was giving them a tour of the Farm Spa and paused to read it with them. I told them the story about how and when I discovered it, and what an </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">amazing gift it was to discover it in that way at that exact time. </span></span></span><br>
<span style="color: #333333;"><span style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br></span></span></span>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I don't know why sometimes we are given those little gifts, but I love the moments in which they come. Little reassurances that we are on the right path. A magical little window in time through which I can see clearly.</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">One of my favorite lines, <span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">"When we open our hearts and our dreams up to see."</span></span><br>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">That's the trick, when we open. And, we have the power and choice to open those windows, those moments in time exist because we are open to see them. That's the thing I am constantly learning. That's the place where I want to live, to always dwell in a space where my heart and my dreams are open. Open to love, and truth, and boldness, and dreams. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><br><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">"Don't let the dream stealers take it from you</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Know in your heart what you're doing is right</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Fix firmly your goals and keep them in sight."</span><br>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">If I've heard once, I've heard a thousand times my mother say, "Be strong in your convictions." And </span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">every time I feel my heart tug, my soul want to do just that. </span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">How can I be bold, and firm, and strong, and open, and a dreamer all at once? Yet these are the qualities it takes to do the work of our heart, our passion, that which we were created to do. In many ways it makes perfect sense that these qualities are what it takes to do that work. It also makes perfect sense when I think back to all the times I've doubted and struggled. Dreams and the boldness to follow them comes from being firmly grounded in their true purpose. That purpose is what must be fixed firmly in sight, always. That purpose is what must be constantly defined and held in truth and love.</span></span><br>
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<span style="color: #333333; font-family: Trebuchet MS, Trebuchet, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 18px;">If you've ever read any of Marianne Williamson's work, she speaks about love being the only truth. I believe this too, and love is all that remains.</span></span><br>
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<br>the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-63444303143912560732014-10-13T11:25:00.000-05:002014-10-15T07:48:03.858-05:00Following Your Heart is Hard Work<div class="MsoNormal">
Work is a very individual act. How we define it, how we
quantify it, how we give it meaning, how we value it; these are all important
perspectives in the discussion of work.
In a family who works, at their jobs, in their free time, out of
necessity, for fun, to busy our hands and quiet our minds, for the joy of
accomplishment, because it is what we do. Work is also the topic of many of our
discussions. We discuss simple things like our latest project or progress as well
as the very definition of what we want our everyday work to be. How will it
shape our lives into that of something meaningful? How will our children view
our work, our life’s accomplishments, what will it mean to them and all those
who come after? Does it really make a difference? Is it all worth it?</div>
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Is it all worth it? That is the one I ask myself on a nearly
daily basis. My work requires hard labor sometimes, heartbreaking losses
sometimes, repetitive monotony sometimes, big risks sometimes, financial hardships
sometimes, and love always.</div>
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I put my heart into everything I do. Most days it feels
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There is a creativity to all of it whether its figuring out
just the right combination of essential oils for a bath scrub, designing store
fixtures out of stuff we already have, using what’s in the pantry to get dinner
on the table, or finding solutions to keep our animals safe and healthy.</div>
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Sometimes the creativity is what drives me and challenges
me; sometimes the creativity is what threatens me and makes me feel the most
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People talk about working in the flow, a place where things
come together and move forward with ease. I think I feel this in many aspects
of my work, but it is still work. Hard work. Hard because I have to feel that
what I’m doing is the right thing, the thing that’s gonna take me somewhere,
somewhere I’ll be glad to have gone. Hard because sometimes, it’s just
physically hard work. Hard because someone is gonna be critical and say it
doesn’t matter, and I have to know it does. </div>
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I was talking with a friend recently about how hard it is to
put out into the world something with a piece of your heart in it. I told her
how much I struggle with feeling so vulnerable and anxious. She said to let
those feelings drive you. Feel them. She said what I’ve heard other creatives
and entrepreneurs say, feel those feelings and let them push you to do your
best. Even suggesting that the times when she didn’t feel the nervousness and
anxiousness, she didn’t perform as well.</div>
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Work is hard, life is hard, but the more heart I give it,
the more it means, the more it is worth, the more love and feeling and
happiness and goodness it is.</div>
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I can feel it awakening, calling, and readying for more.<br />
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The before photos are from one of our first events featuring resale and consignment goods. The after photos are of our evolution into a Vintage Rental, Venue, Farm Spa, and Artisan and Farm Goods Store.<br />
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The ceiling color was taken back to a Vintage Beadboard White, before years of cigarette smoke accumulated. This much brighter color reflects light from the new industrial inspired IKEA fixtures. Walls were covered in a lighter version of our SchoolHouse Slate custom chalkboard paint.<br />
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Schoolhouse Slate covered walls provide a backdrop for the original enamel green store shelves and artisan goods they now hold.<br />
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Our SchoolHouse Slate walls proudly tell a bit of the artists' and artisans' stories behind the goods they produce.<br />
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Warm green paint and a salvaged door wall create an inviting reflexoloy and massage space in one of the Farm Spa treatment rooms.<br />
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An original light fixture freed from layers of cigarette tar and retrofitted with a mason jar lights the space.<br />
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the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-33898018326259079172014-10-01T07:21:00.001-05:002014-10-01T07:35:36.207-05:00Bem General's Heart<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Our general store is located in a small farming community called Bem. It’s a place where people are from. A place people come back to, if only for the ice cream at the Bem Church picnic. Bem Church recently celebrated it’s 145th anniversary with a Heritage Day. Members arrived in period clothing, letters and spoken word were heard from past clergy, and many stories told of family and friends through the years. Members whose families had founded the church were recognized. What a fun and fascinating day! I’m continually amazed by the rich history of our community. </span><div><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></font><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">People often come into the store and ask me if I’m from here and my answer is always yes, and no. My family is from here now, but hasn’t been here for generations; I think at least 3 generations is the requirement to be considered from here. ;) I do have many memories of the store as a child as do all the members of our community who frequented what was then Kreter Store. When giving a tour of our Farm Spa, one of my favorite memories to recall is that I and my two cousins took piano lessons in what is now one of our massage rooms. I tell about how the Farm Spa used to be the living quarters and our massage room was the living room, and the piano sat on that wall right there. I still picture it there sometimes when I step into that room, with the metronome ticking away. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Working in a place with such rich history, that houses so many memories, the good country childhood kind of memories, is something I am very grateful for. Bem is the kind of place that makes your heart sing, it’s the kind of place you feel. It’s the kind of place you love that stays with you forever, whether you’re just passing through, from here, or FROM here. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">All these things and more are why I feel so passionate about bringing the healing arts work and local food work that I and my fellow practitioners and farmers do, to life here. At the heart of Bem is community, the strength of it’s community is service. What we do here at Bem General is serve in a healing way, in a nourishing way, and in a creative way. We have fun, we laugh, and we gather. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I invite you to make time to experience Bem and bring a friend. We’d love to have you!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I’d also love to hear some of your stories (even if we’ve heard them before, tell us again, here) they never grow old. Comment below with a favorite memory, recent or not. </span></div><div><br></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03_EsMQvFrtCZdAyMZDdQu-8p7AolWwgdtRSMby0C8QFIq8GEJ8r6JQZdHRwz2d5BmpVvNTjXfSJ9J9LQyGwUZnMwRZ87A_7aUlSf8KML8JbYHgm-roeE5_od2Kn3n6usDjskgrOGNIs/s640/blogger-image-638089165.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03_EsMQvFrtCZdAyMZDdQu-8p7AolWwgdtRSMby0C8QFIq8GEJ8r6JQZdHRwz2d5BmpVvNTjXfSJ9J9LQyGwUZnMwRZ87A_7aUlSf8KML8JbYHgm-roeE5_od2Kn3n6usDjskgrOGNIs/s640/blogger-image-638089165.jpg"></a></div></div>the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-57698408299849303722014-09-24T06:13:00.001-05:002014-09-24T06:26:18.739-05:00Moving and Being<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I moved the cows yesterday, closer to the house. I love having them in the front pasture where I can look up from the kitchen sink and see them grazing or napping in the sun. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Just in time too, my Cricket should be calving very soon. When I went to gather them up yesterday, she was lazily lounging in the afternoon sun. I scratched her behind the ear and then laid across her back and petted her mile-wide belly. She is my favorite girl, don’t tell the others. She is the one that instantly makes me smile. She is the one that always calls back first when I call to the herd. Actually, most of the time she calls me first. Isn’t that the way it goes though, with animals and kids? They train us much better than we train them. I promise, she knows the sound of my truck and my voice instantly. It’s impossible not to smile when I look up and see those big brown Jersey eyes already trained on me, waiting to see what I might bring. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Cricket was my first Jersey calf, she was love at first sight. Honestly, all my girls have been. Last year was her first year calving and she had a rough time. She still-birthed two beautiful little bulls, and was down for a day. My heart was broken for a bit. But, then she got back up and became one of my easiest milkers yet. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This year I’m anticipating a better outcome. There’s not much in life that brings more joy, happiness, and contentment than a healthy beautiful baby on the ground. Well maybe fresh milk, butter, yogurt, cheese…they can make me pretty happy too.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I realized when I went out to gather the girls yesterday, that these are the joyful moments that keep me going. I was dreading it a bit, not for any reason in particular. I love being with my cows. But, in the moments before heading out, it was just another thing on my To-Do-List which, by the way, seems to grow exponentially. It’s crazy to me how at times, even the things I love to do, are clouded with dread and infiltrated by procrastination. Over and over again I fight this same battle! I’m not exactly sure why, maybe I’m just really lazy at heart and have a severe case of denial about it. I’m cleverly disguised as a productive, responsible adult…I don’t know. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I do know, however, taking action is the only thing that cures it. When I stop thinking and do, I’m miraculously cured of the dread and overwhelm. Suddenly I’m in those joyful moments that do make the work worth it. I’m reminded that this is one of the things I love most about farming and living in the country, there’s an abundance of laborious work. (did I just say that!) Really though, nothing clears my head and cures my overwhelm like work. Work that I don’t really have to think about. Work that once started, just flows. Through the freedom of movement, I can begin to think again and dream and be. </span></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWEH0WBY5ZJkiSkzyxRQfyGTOI3uQCMQw9sDHfQPWyDa5lSI9KhGBkx9ugbUDK9QGNn6zygITQxcQMNtOO0lFLy5JThTivnQzUOhPtEpK6QIM6Am6JrqeRAvDpQiFDgesir_lgDKIwIw/s640/blogger-image--1488898077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipWEH0WBY5ZJkiSkzyxRQfyGTOI3uQCMQw9sDHfQPWyDa5lSI9KhGBkx9ugbUDK9QGNn6zygITQxcQMNtOO0lFLy5JThTivnQzUOhPtEpK6QIM6Am6JrqeRAvDpQiFDgesir_lgDKIwIw/s640/blogger-image--1488898077.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"> Miss Cricket, Beauty Queen</div>the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-10307392674603438672014-05-28T10:07:00.001-05:002014-05-28T10:10:55.905-05:00Pink Flamingo SmoothieIngredients:<div>2 C TAZO scarlet citrus rooibos tea</div><div>3 T coconut oil</div><div>1 T or packet gelatin</div><div>1 C unsweetened grape juice </div><div>juice from 1 lime</div><div>ice</div><div><br></div><div>Utensils:</div><div>blender</div><div>knife</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fltgzR3ZJ5x2Ky-a2vi0wBGUDjo9nPqqeZMELlU8rl0Bp0rOUY7-ryMdq5OnmC_YlNglJc57IJdH17w3t4YzLa3SxGRmNWy5hDReTnBoM_I7owq-XQjOT5e7HMp8gPUDsU5ZMJx99H4/s640/blogger-image--2061333532.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2fltgzR3ZJ5x2Ky-a2vi0wBGUDjo9nPqqeZMELlU8rl0Bp0rOUY7-ryMdq5OnmC_YlNglJc57IJdH17w3t4YzLa3SxGRmNWy5hDReTnBoM_I7owq-XQjOT5e7HMp8gPUDsU5ZMJx99H4/s640/blogger-image--2061333532.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div><br></div><div>Brew 1 tea bag scarlet citrus tea in 2 cups hot water, remove bag. Dissolve gelatin in warm tea. Dissolve coconut oil in warm tea/gelatin mixture. Add all ingredients except ice to blender and blend until smooth and frothy. Add ice to fill blender, blend until smooth. Garnish with lime and enjoy!</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPVuXFW58MVRqUTEJt2lvKBZX1VHbX44iQPP-jzj_gCHLXGS9NZ0OF4YVwSCwipxIaluh2q4necJjcVccO75mg-z3ITwpxGZgsjcPdnBpGAk7zDavXNWAKZ7hKp4MGCtBo3xKk6VwFYk/s640/blogger-image-1017948327.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPVuXFW58MVRqUTEJt2lvKBZX1VHbX44iQPP-jzj_gCHLXGS9NZ0OF4YVwSCwipxIaluh2q4necJjcVccO75mg-z3ITwpxGZgsjcPdnBpGAk7zDavXNWAKZ7hKp4MGCtBo3xKk6VwFYk/s640/blogger-image-1017948327.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>the wayfarming herderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02111514033782591817noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2337871792934022478.post-86632276683025273012013-07-12T07:01:00.001-05:002013-07-19T07:02:31.519-05:00Resistance and Gratitude<div>
Chores! Why do I sometimes feel like I'm the only one who does them? Right now my bathrooms desperately need to be cleaned, especially the master, and I just don't wanna do it!</div>
So here it goes, instead of feeling put upon to clean a filthy dirty bathroom, I'm going to be grateful that I have a chore to do which gives me purpose and in the end joy, because I LOVE a clean bathroom.<br />
I'm making room for gratitude.<br />
I recently cleaned out our closet and had the same feelings about it. Clothes were scattered everywhere, I had to dig through a pile on the shelf every morning for underwear and turn a blind eye to the piles of unused shoes and clothes that filled the corners.<br />
After removing everything we no longer needed or wore, there's space! When I open the door to my closet in the morning I feel happy and peaceful instead of agitated and overwhelmed. I love my closet now and that's just a closet, imagine how a whole room feels!<br />
I know the idea here is simple, and definitely not new, but I have to stop and think sometimes about why I get so resistant to doing the simple things that need done. I can be pretty good at putting my blinders on and moving through a space without taking the care that it needs, when I get busy or am rushing. The mistake I make is feeling like I'm the only one. Life is busy. Physically taking time to put effort into simple chores gives my brain time to slow down.<br />
Often the perspective I gain through these intentional chores (while it may feel like pulling teeth sometimes) has potential for as much a source of joy as the end result.<br />
On this morning I am grateful for the ability to provide clean bathrooms and closets for myself and my family.<br />
It's the little things ;)<br />
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It can be something you've purchased or something you'd like to see for purchase. </div><div>I can't wait to hear from ya'll.</div><div>Until then, here are a few more pics from our booth at Spring Fling in the City.</div><div> <span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">http://www.parsimoniaspringfling.blogspot.c</span><span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); ">om/?m=1</span></div><div><span style="font-family: '.HelveticaNeueUI'; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; white-space: nowrap; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); 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