Wednesday, October 2, 2013


I woke this morning and was able to work on some long over-due editing. I have been "working" on a novel for years and whenever I go back to it I feel like I am coming back to myself. I don't think it matters to me if I ever finish.

Today I have my first ever acupuncture appointment. I am excited and nervous. What if my muscles unlock emotions and they flood to the floor around me? What if they stay shut up in their secret places?

Are these short random posts ok with you? I'm having a hard time knowing what to put here without sounding strange. I want to tell about the ways I am searching for myself, how I am reading books on herbalism and magic, how I fall asleep to chakra meditations, how I am so in love with an oak tree I pass everyday but I am self conscious. I don't want to be thought of as just a silly hippy.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Hello Fall

It might be cliche to post about how much I love the fall, but I don't care.

Over the weekend, autumn came to Madison. Suddenly everyone was in thrift-store sweaters, scarves, fingerless gloves, and flannel, flannel, flannel. Apple cider and tea sales seemed to sky-rocket.

At home I have allowed myself back into the kitchen. The summer heat and no AC kept me from doing much cooking or baking over the summer, so now that fall is here all I want to do is make stews, pies, and breads. My hutch is overrun with different squashes and yams, my freezer full of fruits from the summer. The tea kettle has been singing for me all day.

The past six months of working at the co-op has really affected the way I handle food at home. I am focusing on seasonal and local much more than before and find myself with huge quantities of produce that I get for cheap (or sometimes free) that I then scramble to preserve for the winter. Tomatoes are on deck today. I've got several pounds that I am going to slow roast and freeze for pasta dishes. I still have yet to do actual canning even though I went on a spree and got all of the things to can, but I'm hoping that something comes along soon. Putting my time and energy into the food that my little family eats gives me such a sense of pride and happiness. I am so thankful to fall for bringing this back to me.

What is your favorite thing to cook or bake in the fall?

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Seed Keeping

I cut open six avocados the other day, to preserve them for when I crave guacamole in the winter. As I was cleaning up, I found I could not bring myself to throw away the seeds. They were too beautiful, too eager to escape their green beds and search for a place to grow. I have had a habit of cleaning seeds, especially from stone fruits, and holding on to them. I don't know that I will plant any of them - maybe some in my father's yard, but most will stay dormant, potential stuck inside them as they perch upon a bookshelf.

Sometimes small things are amazing. Holding a seed that fits in my fist yet has the potential to split in two and grown into a tree is mind boggling. It's magic.

I am not a good gardener, despite my desire to be so. Not yet. But every seed is a chance to bring something green into the world, so I will keep trying. Perhaps next year I will have photos of the yellow doll melons (the smallest seeds in the photo) and peaches. The avocados will remain seeds, for it is too cold here in Wisconsin, but I will keep them to remind me that life can be kept in a stone.

Monday, September 9, 2013


This blog is named the Middle Moon. When I was young, I once looked out my window at night and saw three perfect moons overlapping each other. I rushed to my parents' room to wake them and they told me I was dreaming, that there was only one. But I could see them, so clear. I don't know what that means, or if it means anything at all, but I can still picture them all together. It's an image that I carry deep within me, and a symbol of what I want to explore with this blog.

I've had other blogs in the past that have fizzled with time. I don't expect this one to last forever. But right now I need a space to journal about the things that have been filling my mind and heart.

I'm trying to find a way back to myself by tapping into the world around me. Taking time to connect to the food that I eat, the ground that I walk on, and the complexities of my mental landscape. I work at a pretty hippie-dippy co-operative, and the more that I work there the more open I have become to things I might once have regarded as silly.

Last night I started reading Women Who Run With the Wolves: Myths and Stories of the Wild Woman Archetype by Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D. I have heard so much about this book (mostly from Wild Rain) and I had been meaning to buy it for a few months. Then suddenly it was in one of the Little Free Libraries that are scattered around my neighborhood. 

As I read the introduction last night I had to keep underlining passages and lines that reverberated with me. Getting in touch with my wild nature is something I have been craving for a long time. 

"[Wild nature] means to establish territory, to find one's pack, to be in one's body with certainty and pride regardelss of the body's gifts and limitations, to speak and act in one's behalf, to be aware, alert, to draw on the innate feminine powers of intuition and sensing, to come into one's cycles, to find what one belongs to, to rise with dignity, to retain as much consciousness as possible."

Doesn't that sound amazing?