About

This is where I am: biking down a mountain, redwood leaves falling on me like hard rain, pedaling through the flat parts with a smile on my face.

In my bag: a sweater, a knit hat, a large book, some salve I made myself, a few plants I have collected, six nice writing pens, a journal that I made myself and two knitting projects.

My destination: the rocks overlooking the ocean, the backyard of a friend’s house where I will climb a tree, a friend’s front porch filled with sun, a coffee shop, or a date to watch the sealions with my three-year old friend.

What I’m thinking about: a cultural critique, a way to pay rent without getting a full-time job, my next knitting project, a poem I read, something delicious I will cook later, the moon, traditional uses for plants, how to make something, a song.

What I want: to have made or altered every article of clothing I own, to live on land with sheep and chickens, to build a shack with a lot of bookshelves and windows, to garden, a warm jacket with pockets that packs small and looks good on me, a skirt with pockets that I can climb trees in, to know how to make everything, enough of one kind of yarn to make a huge sweater, some french fries.