witchy woman

 

were getting ready for halloween around here and were counting down the days.

 costumes and paint and cemetery shoots with a witch.

these days are never long enough!

 

"Witchy Woman"

Raven hair and ruby lips
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye
Well I know you want a lover,
let me tell your brother, she's been sleeping
in the Devil's bed.
And there's some rumors going round
someone's underground
she can rock you in the nighttime
'til your skin turns red
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies

 

 

 

 

 

 



Pumpkin Patchin



pumpkin picking at fulton farms: check.

the good thing is my autumn bucket list is getting smaller,

but that just means my favorite season is almost over....again.

sigh

 “October, baptize me with leaves! Swaddle me in corduroy and nurse me with split pea soup. October, tuck tiny candy bars in my pockets and carve my smile into a thousand pumpkins. O autumn! O teakettle! O grace!” 

Autumn at last

 

 

 

 

 

today is a day to celebrate. its the last day of September with October full ahead.

a day to run amok with the kids and start a fire somewhere hidden.

today is good reminder of how quick the seasons come and go, ready or not.

 

P.S I only have 3 words for September...scoot over bacon!

so much to do and not enough time!

xoxo

 

“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”  

L.M. Montgomery (Anne of green gables)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



1 Month baby dreads

today is my 1 month dread anniversary. 

 some are twisting and looping up more than others and some are losening up right on schedule.

this stage in the process they are misbehaving and doing their own thing which makes me love them even more. I still have not used any chemicals, I just mix sea salt water and tee tree oil and spray on randomly. 

the drying process is what helps them lock and the tee tree oil keeps them fresh.

once in a while i use a bit of jojoba oil to help tame the fly aways. everything used is 100%  natural and organic. there are no longer 31 dreads, a few have split and and a few others had babies!

thanks Nev for the upddated pictures and helping me document this amazing journey.

can't wait to see what they look like in a year from now..!.

I up and did it.

ever since i can remember i have always been fascinated by dreadlocks. something about that look of knots and naps and twists and loopy loops makes my heart skip a beat. 

to me they are an expression of strength, a spiritual understanding of sorts. 

I began this new journey april 21st, five days after i turned 37
 finally realizing i have waited way too long to be comfortable in my own hair. so, i up and did it.

i will let my hair grow free, tangle and flow as it will, in its natural design free of chemicals.

every day i am 'waking up' more and more. seeing the truth, and becoming who i am meant to be.

i was 31 when i realized who i really was. (so yes, i guess in essence i am 6yrs old) it was also the year i had my son which changed the course of my life forever and ever. i never thought i had it in me to love a baby boy, but when i had that little guy, the love in my heart was beyond measure, it was when i realized there was way more to life than what we know or can ever understand.

 it opened up a plethora of doors i never even knew existed in which shifted my universe and
 shook me awake with a vengeance. 

after several days of twisting and ripping and knotting my hair i finally felt complete, and as i counted the locks, i loved and appreciated every one. each one representing a new journey of its own. 

a representation of new life and freedom and individuality. 

i counted 31 dreads.

 funny how the universe speaks to us in so many ways.

my dreads are two weeks old now. frizzy and all kinds of funny but i love them anyways. 

they're me. 

so hello, im erica. and 31 is my numba.

  

The hair is the richest ornament of women.  ~Martin Luther

Hilltop and spilled pop

 peeling bum away from the wii is no easy chore but sometimes it just has to be done.

there's not much time before his withdrawls start kicking in, so we hurried to the hilltop for a semi-picnic pizza lunch. would have loved to have an ice cold pop with that but bum spilled that all over the back seat in record time. ice, lid, straw and all. and i only got one lousy sip.

yep, summers here alright.

here's for discovering new trails, dirty little hands, flowers for mama, droopy potty pants, and muddy shoes.

Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows.  ~John Betjeman, Summoned by Bells

Dirty little river rats!

     

winter is finally over i think. out popped the sun this week forcing my windows open and blasting us with spring's goodness and true colors. i hope this time its the real deal, cause we've got the fever!

“When people say that school prepares children for the real world, what's implied is that it is the difficult parts of school (doing things you don't want to do, forced interaction with peers, following rules that you don't believe in) that are important. What's implied is that the real world is going to be an unhappy place and that being treated unfairly by people is a part of life.

It may be a part of life in school, but it is not a part of our lives. School is as far away from the real world as possible. In school we learn that we cannot control our own destinies and that it is acceptable to let others govern our lives. In the real world we can take responsibility for choosing our own paths and governing our own lives. The real world is what we make it.” 

― Rue Kream, The Unschooling Unmanual