Friday, October 25, 2019

Dragonfly DragonRye

It is said that Dragonflies are messengers from heaven, bringing us messages from our loved ones who have run ahead.  Bringing us comfort with their gentle touch, the zing of their wings, and the amazing ability they have to stay on a shoulder, hand, elbow or even eyebrow with a seemingly effortless ease.  Being there for us.  Just being there.  It is very rare in the spring and summer when I am thinking of Rye that a Dragonfly does not come by to land on me and bring me a hello from him, or to comfort me with a little visit.

My cousin Joy Lynn is an artist!  I have lots of family who are artists, in all varieties of medium, but Joy Lynn is an artist with paint and easel and water color and oils.  The way Van Gogh and Starry Night was artistry - only better even!


Joy Lynn painted this beautiful work and I don't remember what she called it, but I call it my"Girl in the Wind" and I have it hanging in my office at work.  It reminds me to gather my blessings around me and look at whats going on around me as well for blessings.  I know I can keep F'ing going when I look at this beautiful print.  I know I can take a deep breath and get through the day, no matter what is swirling around me.....and hopefully be a nice lady too!



When I went to pick up the print of "Girl in the Wind" she also gifted me with the Dragonfly blessing that you see.  An incredible original watercolor piece she calls "DragonRye".  The pictures do not do either of these pieces justice, but know that they are incredible and vibrant.  I was so moved and blessed by this gift and the story she told me about how it came to be.  Rye woke her in the middle of the night - of course!


Here are Joy Lynn's words about how this DragonRye came to be.... such a precious gift for me with a message from my son it seems.


Here is something I painted in between currently working on commissioned pieces; as a gift for my cousin Lisa. It was a piece painted in love as a celebration of her son Rye’s life. I finished it a couple of days before the anniversary of his passing, which was three years ago. God moved me with compassion and I finally was completely unstuck creatively, except for a tiny drawing or painting here or there, but creativity didn’t flow easily it was hard work. But as God’s love flowed through me for my cousin I was finally able to paint this Dragonfly. I have been super stuck creatively for almost three years and this labor of love is the first time I have been moved so deeply with God’s compassion that I could paint and had to paint again. It was painted with love and sheer joy in between laughing and crying. So many wonderful emotions were felt during this painting’s journey.
😇🙌🎨😘❤️🎉
She said that some of what look like water spots on the painting are actually her tears mixing with the colors and the paper to become part of the masterpiece.


Here it is in it's silver frame, gracing the wall of my home office right above my desk.   I am hoping that she will have both of these made into fabric that I can use in quilts! Along with a couple of her other art pieces!  I'm not sure I would be able to cut is though the fabric would be so beautiful!


You can see her other art at her Joyful Aspirations Facebook site Here and her website Here. 

including this one....
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P.S. I want this one in fabric too!

I hope that you have someone in your life who blesses you with incredible art of some type and who helps to uplift you when you need it the most.  Thank you Joy Lynn ~ Joyful Aspirations  Blessed be.

Monday, October 7, 2019

Oh Good Garlic!!!!

I talked a while ago about trying to grow garlic in Alaska. You can see that post here. I saw some at the Alaska State Fair that was beautiful - I think it was from the Kenai Peninsula and it was called Khabar.  Mom and I wanted to try garlic again and so we planned way ahead and ordered our garlic in the winter of last year (late fall actually) to be recieved in September-ish of this year for planting.

Our garlic came from Filaree Garlic Farms and the bulbs are fat, juicy and happy looking!  It has frozen quite hard here (before we even got the bulbs to plant) and so we both had our garlic bins and areas ready to go before the garlic got here.
That bag says "Purple Glazer" one of the varieties that we ordered for this year.  I had 6 of my Purple Glazer bulbs come back in the spring and harvested a lovely bit of garlic - even though moose came through and ate all the tops off of my onions and my garlic - strangest thing ever - that was a first for me!  So this year I had to dig and find the garlic to harvest it.  What a mess!  But tasty garlic!


So we have Khabar, Purple Glazer and Metechi varieties.  Mostly what are called "hardneck" varieties.


So you take the bulbs apart into plantable cloves- keeping the paper skin on the cloves.  The paper skin you see at left here are the ones from the very outside of the bulb.  Save it to use in your chicken or veggie broth - it adds a lot of flavor to those broths!


I started with this 6'x6' space filled with good compost and garden soil (part of my Wicked Good Dirt Hill).


There are a few different methods recommended to plant garlic but our directions from Filaree said to plant them 6" apart in rows 9" apart and about 2" deep.  I admit I fudged a little and mine are closer than that - Im at about 6" and 6".  I did get them the 2" deep though! Some are now a little deeper since a baby moose came by and trod around in the garlic bed to see what I have planted there!  I wasn't abe to retrieve all of the cloves out of the depth that his little hooves trod them darn it!  My fingers are crossed that they survive!


I put a label on each end of each row in case the curious Wicked Ravens get ahold of the tags - I might be left with one at least at one end?!  I have to still cover the garlic bed with leaf mulch and some screen to keep it from blowing away.  Some folks recommend putting blue board insulation on the garlic bed over the top of the leaf mulch, but I have not found that to work so well for me out here.  I have had better success with just the screen and leaf mulch - a think layer of it - 4"+ - and you let the snow (hopefully) do the rest.

Then you leave it to come up in the spring.  Garlic takes a year to mature - you plant in the fall and harvest in the fall!  That takes a big love of garlic and passion for gardening!

If you are looking for a challenge and you love garlic (which we do at Wicked Raven Farm) give a little garlic a try!  It is worth the work and the wait!

Blessed be as we slide gently into winter shouting Whoo Hoo!  Bring on the snow!

****UPDATE****

I got exactly zero garlic that came up!  Even though there was lots of mulch and snow cover - when I dug down to check on them after every bit of the garlic at my mom's place (Snowfire Gardens) not only came up but was about a foot tall already, there were just frozen rotten cloves.  Darn!



I don't think I'll try garlic again until I have a better (warmer) spot for it.  I might see about putting it over the leach field or septic next year and see if that helps, but for this year I think I'll just take a pass!

I hope that if you have tried garlic you have had great success, and pass on the variety that might grow in Big Lake, Alaska!

Blessed Be!

Sunday, September 22, 2019

A gift of Silver

About a month ago we got a package in the mail.  It was in a padded mailing envelope, and said on the outside "Drill Rig Tools" and was from a friend of the Hubby's in Glenallen Alaska.  Glenallen is about 4 hours outside of Big Lake, so about 300 miles.  The friend is also a well driller, mechanic and of all things a tailor - a sewer of all types of materials and he has at least 15 different sewing machines!  He was the source for my Ruby Viking.  Glenallen has sharpened my scissors for me a number of times as well.  He always tells me when I need a new pair - you can only sharpen even your best knife so many times!

The package felt a little funny and I remember thinking that the handle felt very "dainty" for a drilling tool box of any kind, but as the package was addressed to hubby I trundled it home to him.


He was outside at the time I got home and when I gave him the package and asked him what Glenallen was sending for drilling tools and how much we owed him he gave me the standard "You don't need to worry about it"!  

I didn't press because we had other stuff to discuss, and then I went into the greenhouse to check on what was happening there.

When  I came back out from watering and pollinating, pruning and preening, he couldnt wait any longer and handed me the package to open!  

It's an early birthday present he said!  Two months early!



NO!  It is not a torture kit from movie scenes!  It's a wonderful set of scissors and design tools made by Janome!  There are little embroidery and applique scissors, a big set of cutters and some medium sized trim scissors as well as tweezers and a scalpel type tool for design cutting, templates and curves.  It is a beautiful set of silver perfect for any sewer!  A gift of silver!

I hope that you will be gifted with thoughts that count and early birthdays, and maybe a little silver thrown in for a surprise!

Blessed Be!




Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Reflections on the Third Year - Stories of Rye

I have had a number of epiphany this past few months, during this third year of our journey without Rye, and reading some of the other parents emotions in regards to their childs death  has given me solace, but not peace, knowing that we are not alone in our feelings...

Getting through another Mothers Day, and Memorial Day, Birthday, Christmas and, and, and...insert every holiday here..... those days are as hard as any bad days I have lived before in my life all put together. They don't come close to the loss day...

Rye doing tie dye shirt making with his friend Sarah Belle. Around 2010-2011. 

This year we have been a little better about telling the stories of Rye and us.  A little easier maybe to say his name without the hitch in our breath and the stab in our hearts.  Or maybe we are getting used to that feeling.  Telling the stories and saying his name help us to keep him alive in our lives, and in others lives.  Remembered.....

Some of the stories we can only guess at.  Like.....

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No idea what this is about!  Its awesome though!

Some of the stories our hearts will never forget, no matter if there are pictures or not.

Some stories we have pictures for and they are beautiful.

Rye and Reed with the first fish caught at our Big Lake house - 2005.

The pain stays- no matter what else is going on - it stays and it is exhausting.  Sometimes I sleep, but it is not a restful sleep, it is filled with nightmares about what could happen, might happen, has happened, and terror.  Nightmares about my kid, my family, other peoples kids and families.  Waking up from terror and imagining that it has all just been a terrible dream, and then realizing that it has been real and terrible and not just a dream.  Sometimes I am so tired of fighting the pain that it bleeds through to my every day and leaks out of my eyes and down my face, Im not bawling - but the tears are streaming.  If you ask me why I will not be able to give a solid reason.  It is exhausting to fight the pain all day every day, and some days I cannot do it and I have to stay home and hide in my house and wait it out in the silence, crying and trying to find a way through it.

Reed and Riley miss him terribly as well.  We all have "pause" moments where we wish Rye were with us in that moment.  Riley says "I wish Rye were here"  and I usually say "Man, Rye would LOVE this"!  And then we march on. With him with us through each day. 

Here is Riley's post from this Anniversary of Rye's passing;  August 28.

This year seems harder than the others. So many big things have happened for us, & while they bring a lot of happiness to our home, they also bring some teary eyes & heartache. So often I find myself just pausing in the moment & thinking, “man, I wish Rye was here.” Usually when I get to watch Reed accomplish new things, or when he is trying to navigate whatever life throws at him. Other times, like when Mardee randomly pipes up from the passenger seat in an otherwise quiet car ride & says “I wish I could’ve met Rye.” The beauty in that last part is that his stories are being told, & his presence is still so great that those who did not know him are remembering him right along with us. Tomorrow marks three years too long of you being gone, & we miss you more than ever.. I hope that Heaven is everything you’ve ever longed for. ðŸ’›



It could not have been said any better or more beautifully.  She is right.  It has seemed hard again this year.  Each year I think it will get easier - it never does.

Sometimes I have to say to myself that "I am a nice lady" and "I can get through this day".  Others will tell us to "have a good cry - sometimes you just need a good cry" which is true but most of the loss mothers I know cry every day- we dont have "good cries", it is a continuation of what started the moment that our child drew their last breath.

(photo credit Ron Nichol Photography)

The headaches continue, but I did recently find out that I have a torn ligament in my neck which may be a contributing factor to the incessant headaches.  Yes I have started doing "self care" again and I have been to check ups, got my teeth cleaned and, obviously, to the chiropractor!  He did ask why I waited so long to go?  DUH!  I only went because it was interferring with every aspect of my life now from working and gardening (OMG), to sewing (OMFG) and even reading and sleeping (lol)!  I had one night where my phone thingy sleep/health app said I only slept 1 hour and 12 minutes - and I had to work the next day.  Im no spring chicken and I need a bit more sleep than that to get through a day - just saying!  And I didn't go sooner because I still thought it was a greif and stress thing, not a real broken neck kind of thing, and also because I was imagining something much more horrible than a torn ligament (which is not great either I know but it ain't cancer or degenerative bone or ....) and I didn't want to deal with any more horrible than I already do all day! So once I'm through the treatment for this I will see if the headaches lessen - I hope I hope.

21st birthday fun!  There were some stories that night! Although sometimes I feel like he is looking right into my soul in this picture when I look at it.  Those eyes.

We have had some good things this year as well - the kids got their own place (Reed and Riley and OK that may or may not be a "good thing" for me- its a good thing for them though), we did some travelling and some fun stuff together (made some new stories) that we all actually remember!  I have been trying to post more of them than of the sad but I think its still out of whack - same as the rest of my life.  We still struggle to let the joy out - unsure if we are allowed to feel that at the same time as we have this unimaginable pain.


We went to Vegas and Riley went too!  She took this picture. Bowling - Rye loved bowling!  This one time in Wasilla, Uncle Tylers car caught on fire while we were bowling!  Stories....

We went to the shark exhibit at the Bellagio - it was amazing and such a great thing to do with family!  Reed and Riley in front of the walk through shark tunnel.


We got to have birthdays with both of the kids too - this is Reed presenting Riley with her new Purple Kayak that matches her new Purple Extra Tough Boots!  Stories.....

I went to a couple of weddings - those are still excruciating - and a few of Rye's friends have had children of their own - that is both another joy and sorrow.  I am so happy for the kids, really , truly, but it represents a second level of loss for us - grandchildren that we should have had, could have had, might have had.  Those loss reminders of who Rye would have been now, and what he would be doing, where he would go, and so on.  Missing him in every aspect of our lives, even the future.



Our family arent the only ones who have felt his great loss either.  I have made some new connections with people who only knew Rye (not Chad or I) and who have approached me when they found out I'm Rye's mom, to tell me how amazing he was in their lives and what a difference he made to them and still does.  One of his friends told me he was "the absolute nicest guy I ever met"!  He would give you whatever he had that you needed without a second thought and he apparently made many a Midnight Rescue Mission for friends, or friends of friends - stories.....



It has been made very clear that Rye was one of the "helper people" that you hear about sometimes.  I like to think he is still doing that from his place now in the universe, helping us get through.

I hope we never run out of stories for Rye and about Rye.  I hope you all make great memories with your families and tell the stories of lost loved ones with them.  Share those precious stories with them - even if you don't have pictures to go with them.  Blessed be x year three.  We march on towards four.

Blessed be in all things.