Red House Ramblings
In building The Red House, I have learned that it is a sometimes scary journey. Letting go of things and embracing new things can mean that at times I have to disappoint people, tell people no, and step away from things I have been doing because I know others want me to do them in order to step towards myself and where I am being called to serve. I am going to spend more time in the activities I enjoy, digging in the earth, planting and growing and harvesting, reading and reading some more, and bringing people together in community. Through all of this I am going to bring you along by sharing my journey with you and I give you permission to do the same exploration for yourself.
Jefferson County Markets
What is possibly better than one market? Two, that is what. With locations in Port Townsend and Chimacum, there is double the amazingness.
Portland Market at PSU
The market that taught me about Shishito peppers and the existence of so very many types of salami.
Poulsbo Farmers Market
My home farmers market where I can be found almost every Saturday morning during open season.
the passion behind ‘reading at the red house’
This will help us have “a more natural appreciation” for one another even if we disagree with each other. If we are able to come together in trusting community to discuss tough topics, we might be able to come to see each other in a more peaceful way. Instead of being divided we may begin to appreciate our differences.
balance? what’s that?
A year ago I was about to start the last year of my Master’s program. A year that I knew would show me my strengths and weaknesses. I would be writing my thesis and doing a teaching internship and I strongly questioned whether doing both would be possible to do simultaneously.
everything was possible
There was a time when I believed I could do anything and that everything was possible. Want to be a pilot and fly for the Thunderbirds? Ok. Want to work for the FBI and go after serial killers? Ok. Want to be a defense attorney or county prosecutor? Ok. Anything I could think of was available to me.
why the pivot?
Here I am, at the age of 43, diving into a complete pivot of my life. It isn’t a change I planned but one I am embracing while figuring it out along the way. Last August my husband and I moved our oldest daughter all the way to the other side of the country so she could attend her dream college. Were we crazy? Yes.