I have a favorite tea cup, one that melds to my hand, glazed in earth-tone colors making it appealing to the eye. I cherish it. Love to put boiling water and loose Rice Pudding tea in it to steep. I am pleased, and, at times, restored. But, as with other tea cups over the years, each special in their own right, in their own feel and coloring, they break or wear or pass on to another in need of a useful tea cup. When my boys were babies, bouncing and making spit-bubbles, I’d play with their toe


I could say that it was easy, sitting there with her, watching her die, but it wasn’t. There was nothing easy about it, nor awful for that matter. It was what it was. I was asked the other day how I was doing with her death, and, at the time, I said I was fine. The funny thing about grief is that it never presents itself in a neat, time-efficient package. Grief pokes its boney head up at the most unexpected of moments. And, as if the word “fine” queued its arrival, grief rose up, having been s

Spiritual Culmination

I knew when I moved back to Montana this last spring, I would enter a transitional period. A time where I would settle my roots and begin to grow where I was planted. And even though the soil and air were familiar, I knew that this transition, though shorter in comparison to moving somewhere new, would still occur. My experience has been that changes in my life, whether great or small, will generate a time of transition from what was to what now is. A mixture of feelings and reconciliation...

Always Remember You're Unique, Just Like Everyone Else - Alison Boulter | TheSeeds4Life.com

Each of us is a single puzzle piece, individual on its own, but needed to create the larger picture – humanity. To fit, we connect our individuality with the rest, becoming one of many, and though we connect, our uniqueness does not blur and lose definition. There is a synchronicity interlacing our connectivity with the many and our own unique gifts and talents. Both avenues, the connection to others as well as honoring who we are, can thrive if there is a balancing of the scales.

How to Cook With Einkorn Flour, an Ancient Alternative to Modern Wheat

If we were to go to our local grocery store and scan the aisles, we may not see the diversity of foods that were once commonplace in our world. Of course, this depends on what store we’re shopping at, but most stores don’t carry Inchelium Red garlic or Cherokee Purple tomatoes, or Peach Blow potatoes. Because of this, you may not have come across einkorn flour either. Einkorn is an ancient grain, well over 10,000 years old, and is definitely a grain worth familiarizing yourself with. This grain has not been hybridized over its long lifespan, allowing it to remain pure as it was when some of our ancestors were first grinding it into flour.

Think Outside the Bread: How to Make Delicious Sandwiches Using Vegetables

When you’re in the mood for a sandwich, do you assume you’ll need to use bread? Maybe you like using whole wheat, rye, or sourdough. Or maybe you’re into special artisan bread from your local bakery and can’t imagine having your favorite sandwich on anything else. Perhaps, you even feel like your favorite sandwich wouldn’t be your favorite anymore, if it weren’t for the amazing bread. Just for a moment, set aside your preconceived notions about sandwiches and consider the possibility that you’re

Kids & Technology: How I Got My Boys Off Video Games & Into Real Life.

We are definitely in the age of technology, and my children are experiencing life vastly different than I did, which is to be expected. This study found that “[c]hildren today, ages 8-18, spend over 7 1/2 h[ours] a day, seven days a week using media outside of school.” Is this the new norm? I certainly hope not. But I do wonder what is happening to my boys’ lives, their minds, their emotional well-being as technology becomes such a prominent force in their lives. I understand how technology

Coming Together Again

Rain pelts the ground, driving river streaks down my face and neck, and chills my bones; my thin wool jacket soaks through. I should hurry home, but my feet stay leaden on the mountain road—another couple of miles to go. The roadside abounds with fat huckleberries, and I toss a handful in my mouth. The huckleberry’s sweet tang puckers my lips and my mouth salivates for more. Sitka Spruce, along with wide cedars, surround me and shoot up to the sky, similar to what I imagine God’s pinky would l

Slivers of Time

I woke this morning to gray light coming in through the window. The lingerings of a dream, more a memory, resonated in my mind. When I was attending college in my early twenties, I always made sure to sign up for a dance class. Dancing offered me a reprieve from myself and my life. At that time, my life wasn’t all that enjoyable—it was chaotic and predictably unpredictable, and not in a oh-I’m-having-fun-kind-of-way. Sometimes I would reserve a studio in the afternoon to dance alone. This one