I used the word “dangers” inappropriately in my last blog title. Please remind me not to do that. I thought it was so funny, using the word danger, referring to hospitality and opening one’s heart, and things like that, HAHAHA. But then there was actually a fire.
This Wednesday night video update has a little bit of what we did this week, but also some of what we’ve done in the two plus years leading up to this week.
We had a drop in friend this morning. A teacher, the day before he starts off back to school. He swung by in the morning to see what we might be up to and found us already serving breakfast to another set of guests. I’m afraid my neighbors down the hill are wondering, about the sudden burst of traffic. People are moving through our homestead like trains through a tunnel.
My soul’s composition demanded expression through the beauty of art. Motherhood wasn’t the end of that. (by Lisha Epperson)
Our homestead story and our love story are hard to tell apart.
We’re pretty tired around here tonight. Language is down to grunts. Kids are parenting themselves. But we have the presence to make fried green tomatoes and strong coffee for our dinner, so we’ll be fine.
Here’s the video update. Enjoy!
I’m the girl you know who overplays the role of prophet. Cassandra and I would have gotten along just fine. Sometimes I warn people in conversation, I’m just that girl, who gives unwanted perspective all the time. I shoot from the hip. If you want sweet and sugarcoated, go play with someone else.
But the truth is, that isn’t really true. I tell you that and even now I’m lying. The truth is I hold back all the time and in all directions, sometimes out of compassion, but just as often out of fear.
(causes for celebration, end of summer, 2015)
1. My kids did incur a few injuries this summer. But you know what? I didn’t CAUSE them. We’re calling that a win.
So many people have said to me, that solar power is the first thing they would have done. How did we manage to go two years without it?
But we didn’t really want to install solar power. It wasn’t something we already knew how to do, and it also wasn’t in either of our categories of Things We Love. No sawdust for Nick. No green leaves for Esther. No familiarity for either of us to lean on, nor the kind of eclectic individuality that we so love because it covers all kinds of faults.
I’ve been feeling something wrong with me lately. A little hard to place, just…something off. Maybe I ate the wrong thing at breakfast? Maybe I had a bad dream?
Oh! I haven’t blogged in nearly TWO WEEKS. That’s it.
This is Erika Shirk, of Overflow. Although Erika and I didn’t know each other a few months ago, it is our chance meeting and idea to write together that started this whole summer adventure. Thank you so much for sharing with us today and all summer long, Erika!
Check it out: INTRODUCING: Mountain Dream Home
Our bimonthly (occasionally weekly) updates will be up on Wednesday nights on the Fouchomatic YouTube channel.