From here to there and back again.

WITH RW ON FIRE AGAIN THIS SUMMER
I HAVE GROWN TO APPRECIATE THE SOLO ROAD TRIP.
IMMENSELY.
THIS WEEKEND PAST, I VENTURED OUT TO THE CITY OF ROCKS, HERE IN IDAHO.
TOP NOTCH GRANITE.
ROPES.
SKIN.
SUN.
STONE.

I TOOK A MOMENT TO TOUCH A PIECE OF HOME, ON THE WAY. THE COMBINES WERE RUNNING FULL FORCE OUT IN THE VALLEY AND I WEPT AS I WATCHED THEIR SLOW CUT KICK UP DUST AND THE STEADY SPEW OF THEIR GOLDEN GRAIN, CHAFF FREE, INTO THE BEDS OF GRAIN TRUCKS. I PULLED OFF THE HIGHWAY AND BURIED MY SENSES IN THE FIELDS. LONGING FOR HOME. INTENSE FEELINGS ASSUAGED BY SIMPLY GRASPING ONTO BLOND STALKS IN THE EVENING SUNLIGHT.

WHEN I DRIVE A DISTANCE, ALONE, I BEGIN TO FEEL RECKLESS. THERE’S A WILDNESS THAT SURFACES. I ROLL THE WINDOWS DOWN. DRIVE TOO FAST AROUND CORNERS. PLAY MY MUSIC TOO LOUD. I WANT A VICE OR TWO. I CONSIDER BUYING CIGARETTES. IT’S THE WILDNESS OF THE WIND IN MY HAIR AND THE OPEN ROAD BEFORE ME THAT DOES IT…

AND THEN THE CITY OF ROCKS APPEARED.
SOLID AND STEADY IN THE EVENING LIGHT.
An anchor.
AND THE HOMESTEAD I DAYDREAM ABOUT
MADE A RUSTIC SILHOUETTE AGAINST THE BURN
OF THE EVENING SKY.

THEN CAME THE MEETING WITH FRIENDS. CLAMBERING ABOUT. HEADLAMPS ON BRIGHT UP THE BACKSIDE CLIMB TO THE TOP OF BATH ROCK AND LAUGHTER AND THOUGHTFULNESS AND HOWLING AT THE MOON AND THE SINGING OF OLD TIME MUSIC UP AGAINST THE NIGHT SKY. THE COYOTES SANG WITH US. THE GRANITE HELD THE HEAT OF THE DAY. WE SCRAMBLED DOWN INTO OUR BEDS AND SLEPT FULL. LONG. SLEEPS.

I FINALLY OPENED MY EYES TO THIS GRANITE PARADISE.
THE TOO WARM WARMTH OF THE SUN ON RW’S SLEEPING BAG (IN THE RUSH TO LEAVE, I COULDN’T FIND MINE AND HAD TO USE HIS…..IT SMELLED OF HIM — the perfect lullaby). THE QUIET CRUMBLE OF GRANITE CRYSTALS BENEATH ME AND THE VALLEY BELOW MY ROCK. [MY SALVATION?]

A FEW PITCHES AND LAUGHS LATER….

WE FOUND GERALD.
THE POOR CHIPMUNK WALKED RIGHT OFF THE SIDE OF A CLIFF…OR AT LEAST WE DEDUCED HE MET HIS END THIS WAY.
EM WAS BRAVE ENOUGH TO PICK UP HIS SMALL FRAME WITH A PAIR OF PINE CHOP STICKS (WE’RE SO INSENSITIVE AREN’T WE?). FEAR NOT. WE GAVE HIM A PROPER BURIAL….AFTER WE CLIMBED THE ROUTE WE FOUND HIM ON.

AND THEN ROPES AND A DREADFUL APPROACH HIKE IN THE BLAZING SUN.

…AND THE IMMACULATE VIEW ATOP JACOB’S THUMB BEFORE THE THUNDER AND LIGHTNING CHASED US DOWN. WE RAPPELLED FAST. HOT BELAY DEVICES, SINUOUS ROPES, BARE FEET ON SHARP GRANITE.

AND COLD BEER, CRACKERS AND CHEESE AT OUR CAMPSITE.
THEN THE CAPTURING OF BLUE.
[WINDHOVER, YOU’LL LOVE THIS…]

[FOR BEING SO LARGE IN SPIRIT, I SURELY AM SMALL IN BODY…]
MY GIRLS AND I IN OUR LITTLE HOLE. PERFECT FOR SLEEPING THREE, FOR LISTENING TO THE EVENING MUSIC OF THE VALLEY (SUPPLIED BY COYOTES) AND FOR WATCHING THE RISE OF A BLUE MOON OVER GRANITE.

AND STILL,
IN THE MORNING,
MORE SHADES OF BLUE:

FEELING SUNKISSED AND CONNECTING WITH THE SURFACES (and depths) OF THINGS
IN THIS TIME
AND THIS SPACE:

THINGS ARE RARELY THE SAME TWICE.
THIS GRANITE WILL BE WORN MORE THIN NEXT TIME I VISIT;
NEXT TIME I GRASP ONTO IT AND PULL DOWN.
AND THAT’S HOW LIFE SHOULD BE LIVED!
IN THE HOLINESS OF A TIME AND SPACE — KNOWING THAT IT’S A SACRED MOMENT. CONNECTING WITH IT FULLY BEFORE IT WASHES AWAY IN THE SANDS OF TIME.

AND THANKS TO YOU FOR ALLOWING ME A WEEKEND AWAY.
MY PERSONAL SPACE IS SACRED.
I NEED IT
TO REBUILD AND REFOCUS.
I NEED IT TO FEEL CONNECTED AT ALL THE BENDS OF MY MIND.
AND MORE THAN ANYTHING ELSE, I NEED IT IN ORDER TO CREATE.
LOVE AND THANKS TO YOU,
JSL

It’s Monday…

…THINK PEACEFUL THOUGHTS.
[south fork of the snake river, idaho]
Oh. And take a peek at THIS.

Morning in the Garden of Eden

STOPPING TO SMELL THE ROSES

AND THE CAT

MY FIRST POPE JOHN PAUL THE II BLOOM
NECTAR OF THE GODS I TELL YOU
SO FRAGRANT
I’D LIKE TO CLIMB INTO THE HEART OF IT

IN THE CABBAGE PATCH
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF:
PEOPLE ARE A LOT LIKE CABBAGES SOME ARE PLUMP AND ROUND AND LOVELY AND OTHERS HAVE WORMS IN THEIR HEARTS
A BIT CYNICAL…I KNOW….BUT SO VERY TRUE

RAMBLING PAST THE DELPHINIUMS

TARRYING AT THE LUPINS

BEAMING DOWN ON THE YARROW

PRAYING FOR SQUASH

ACROSS THE PETUNIA PATCH

OVER TO THE SPRADDLED HOLLYHOCKS

WHAT’S FOR DINNER

LOVEY DOVEY MISTER PINKY

THINNING THE BEETS
BECAUSE GOOD THINGS NEED SPACE TO GROW

SQUASHING THE TWERP

SENDING YOU LOVE AND SMIRKS

SQUANDERING SUMMER LIKE IT’S A HANDFUL OF PENNIES
Post Script:
1.  New water main = perfection.
2.  Had RW on the telly line at midnight.
3.  Going to the market with M.
4.  Zucchini fritters for breakfast.
5.  And a huge thank you to all the ladies and gents
who were kind and gracious to me this week.  It’s a joy to know 
you, to have your support and to feel the warmth of your
goodness.
There aren’t any worms in your little cabbage hearts.
No not one.
XO

Outrageous. Oui?

Good day to you kittens and tom cats!
I’m home from Canada.  I feel like I was away for an exorbitant amount of time.  But it was a very good exorbitant amount of time.  I feel well rested, fat and lazy.  I need more vacations.
Top five things about being home in Idaho:
1.  THE ROSE GARDEN!!!  Oh good gracious.  I’m gazing at it while I type this.  It’s so delicate and feminine.  I’m caught off guard when I go to clip bouquets for the house and I’m prickled half to death by their testy little thorns.
2.  RW.
3.  Having my little sister, Toby Beth, in my Idaho home for the first time ever.  What a delight!
4.  My neighborly friends dropping in for coffee and hellos.  How nice.
5.  Those green mountains and that lush garden of mine.  Perfect companions.
6.  OOPS.  I have one more thing for the list!  I arrived home to the perfect mountain of snail mail from some of you.  Good grief.  I’m working my way through it.  It’s like peach pie that pile of mail; I’m savouring it bit by bit.  Thank you! XO
I opened up the Etsy shop late last night and will be listing this and that as I slowly off-load my Missoula inventory as well as the things I’ll be crafting this week.
Heading for the shop today is this outrageous ring I made a couple of months ago:

It features dendritic opal of the snowiest persuasion as well as a hand cut snowshoe hare.  I had a dream about a rabbit on the tundra and built the dream when I awoke the next day.  Some dreams exist to be made — this is one of those.  You will find this little fellow in the shop today!
I hope you are all well!  I missed you so while I was away.
Hope your Canada Day and Independence Day were well spent in the company of friends and family!  What amazing countries we live in!
Smoochie smoochie,
Jillian Susan
PS  Thank you for your kind and wonderful comments on my photo blog posts from Saskatchewan.  I’m going through flatlander withdrawal today.  Le sigh. 

Getting Free

Driving long distances can be boring and torturous for some.
I like it a lot.
Tres contemplative.
The rain did its busy washing between Pocatello and Swift Current, Saskatchewan.  All the spaces in between were filled with scrubbing, breezygusty wind, hail and obese raindrops.
I had to pull over and listen to it drum the roof of my truck in the pass above Helena.
I had to pull out a pencil and write.
I stopped in Montana on the Missouri River and sighed and strolled about.  I followed the tracks and set my bird dog free for a run in the hills.  He and I thought we might stay there forever and fish for a spell but the highway called us on.
Onward.
And when I reached those Great Northern Plains I had to stop my truck, stomp through the stubble and open my heart up wide to let the last strains of the sunset pour down into my soul.  Summer sunsets on the prairies are the building blocks of dreams.  They also are a delicate liquid ghost in the quills of the flight feathers of most birds but I’ll share this hypothesis at a later date.
The light lasts late into the night.
The bewitching hours are nullified.
The fields fade into green in a solid gasp as far as I can see.