New life breathed into that which seemed dead. Rebirth coming from that which was dormant. New beginnings, planting seeds, setting intentions for the warm months ahead, honoring and releasing that which has come to an end. I can feel it on the wind, smell it coming up from the damp earth, see the sprouts of… Continue reading New growth
Category: Variegated
Posts that have to do with everything and nothing, but don’t pidgeonhole into one of the others well either.
Donita 2023 : Peace
My word of intention for the year is peace. May I always be able to find it within myself. May I always be strong enough to protect it. May I always remember I deserve it. May I recognize those who respect it and be drawn to them. My wish for this year is deepening. Deeper… Continue reading Donita 2023 : Peace
And we must.
This is a re-post of sorts. I first wrote and shared this on January 20, 2021, after the inauguration of President Biden & Vice President Harris. I shared it with friends only at that time, but two years on, I feel this is important to share again.At the time, I compared our nation to an… Continue reading And we must.
2022 in the rear view
Reading I finished 23 books & audiobooks this year, which really surprised me. We spent a lot of time and energy raising the puppy, going to puppy class, cleaning up after the puppy, training the puppy; I didn’t remember reading all that much! The second surprise for me was how much non-fiction I read: 17… Continue reading 2022 in the rear view
In Pursuit of Intention
As I sat looking at my journaled year in review, I realized I had lost the thread of these annual posts sharing my intention word for the year, and how that played out in my personal life, crafting, and later, fiber arts teaching. I would love to say that all this is to blame on… Continue reading In Pursuit of Intention
Fall out
Last fall, I took a hard fall. Full-on face-plant wipe-out. On pavement. I saw stars for several minutes after Matt pulled me back to my feet. I immediately knew my cheekbone was going to bruise, and that bruise wouldn’t be the only one. The lens of my glasses got scratched; if I hadn’t been wearing… Continue reading Fall out
On the occasion of my 40th birthday
I still bullet journal, nearly every day. I'm not strict about it, I don't spend hours doing fancy layouts (because I'm just not artistic like that), I use it like the tool it is; it is there when I need it. At the end of each month, I've found it really helpful to reflect on… Continue reading On the occasion of my 40th birthday
Sun(burn) Season
Sunscreens are a must at our house, for lots of reasons. My very German & British Isles porcelain genes are obvious and the hubs only appears to have color because of his dark hair and a few freckles, a nod to his small bit of Viking ancestry. It's hard to find an effective one when… Continue reading Sun(burn) Season
8 weeks without PEG
It's now been about 8 weeks since the purge. True to the model of an elimination diet, I've not actively removed anything OTHER than PEG. There have been aspects to this that have been a pain. Like the realization that I would need to carry my own hand soap with me everywhere. Or I need… Continue reading 8 weeks without PEG
The PEG Purge
By my logic, there was no better time to purge the house than my COVID quarantine. I couldn't leave the house anyway. The main things required to do this were my glasses (that fine print is FINE), a device with internet to google ingredients, and time. All of which I had. Knowing that personal care… Continue reading The PEG Purge
Donita Westman 