my sweater

I wanted to share some pictures of the sweater i recently finished. I’m so pleased with it.  The colours and pattern are perfect. It wasn’t easy just because it could become quite tedious and it sucked when you messed up a single stitch 10 rows ago, but it was very much worth it. It’s made from alpaca wool which means its ridiculously soft — one day when i can afford it i will make a sweater of bison wool. That will definitely warm my cockles out on the plains by the fireside.
This was part of my self-therapy.
This is my Basil Sweater.

I can’t get over how LONG my hair is now.

This pendant is the Native sign for “raven,” my spirit animal.
They follow me wherever i go — and i always see two, Huginn & Muninn.
Guess they’re watching over me to bring news back to the big guy with one eye.

Jack gave me this necklace the first time i came to America and i haven’t been without it since. He has the other half which is the native sign for eagle. Together they make a heart.

silent

It’s the first of February already and in all honesty i have no idea where the hell January went. I didn’t make any new years resolutions but i did make a second vlog about coming to America!
I wasn’t excited for a new year to start because i’ve left a lot of things behind in 2018 that i wasn’t ready to. But such is the sorrow of living sometimes, we have to do what is hard. Theres nothing to be done about it. If life was easy there wouldn’t be any great books to read(and i’ve read three already this year!)
And the world would be ever poorer.
It really bums me out when i abandon my blog because its probably where i’m the most honest.
The little place i get to be me.

Having said that, i’ve started trying to pursue things i’ve always wanted to. I’m learning Native American sign language, and a couple of Blackfeet phrases to boot — i can already sing a couple of songs in Cherokee and Lakota Sioux.
There is something very powerful about talking with new breath in an old language.
How the word rolls on your tongue or opens your throat to new sounds.
Now thats magic.

Today i’ve also been fiddling around with Nordic Hide painting too on some old skins i’ve had hidden away. This was all after having been to the gym and work. Im impressed with how productive i’ve been today, because recently i’ve barely had the energy to read or get out of bed. That happens a lot.
I feel quite smothered in New England as there is no escape from people.
Theres nowhere to go where you can be alone.
Yesterday i filmed a little in the woods which was probably not my smartest idea. Considering the polar vortex and that i almost got frostbite. But when things are hard or inspiration has stood you up — the only answer is to go outside. Let the sun burn you a little. Let a squirrel throw a nut at you and get your hands frozen by the biting wind.
Nothing brings you back like mother nature.
Trust me.
Whats a lost finger here and there in comparison?

This is the sign for silent; a strong sign that means a lot to me.
I choose to be silent and watch.
I choose not to raise my voice because its not in my spirit.
Im not built that way.
A word can paint a thousand pictures, it can tell you how to think and how to feel.
However, observing the world in silence means you have to make up your own mind and think for yourself.
A pretty powerful trait.

 

a regular calamity jane #2

I recently made griddle cakes or at least i tried to make them.
They could easily have be used as weapons in a town that wasn’t big enough for everyone.
No i didn’t read the instructions.
I had assumed these griddle cakes were supposed to be the same size as biscuits.
They’re supposed to be american pancake size-ish not hockey puck size.
If you ever get a chance to have one of my griddle cakes — you will be full for a week.
Believe me.
So… they’re perfect for the trail if you’re close to starvation at any rate but they’re definitely not for those with weak teeth or dentures.
But hot damn, they look so tasty!
#dendanskecowpige


 

klokken lort om natten



Klokken er lidt over lort om natten i USA og  som sædvanligt kan jeg ikke sove. Jeg fik pludseligt lyst til at skrive et dansk indlæg på bloggen — det er sku sjældent. Nu når Jack øver sig i at lære dansk bliver jeg mere og mere inspireret i at forbedre mit eget sprog. Han har simpelthen sat det op sådan at vi kan se dansk tv og radio programmer herovre circa 6500km væk — et jule mirakel if ever there was one. Det er så dejligt at kunne følge med i en julekalender imens man tæller op til jul, noget så simpelt varmer hjertet. Så kan jeg lade som om Danmark er lige ude for vinduet og mormor bor lige om hjørnet.

Når jeg læser det jeg skriver på dansk kan jeg godt mærke at jeg bliver enormt irriteret. På engelsk er jeg forfatter men på dansk kan jeg ikke huske de ord der ligger så tydeligt for mig på engelsk. Det er simpelthen så træls at indrømme at på dansk er min intelligens nok ikke ældre end 5 år gammel. Men pyt med det. Fordi det er jul og idag skal vi spise and og risalamande. Så så galt er det sku heller ikke.

I ønskes en rigtig glædelig jul og godt nyår herfra.

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