i am a crafter and i live in wild places so i found my way here, although, my presence will likely be as small and lazy as a bumblebee. i am nomadic between mountaintops, taiga forests, & peatlands who are all like my mother. in the way of reindeers my place changes with turnings of seasons and is cyclic, forming a circle, always meeting again at my source-place. i like living bearfooted from my tents or sleeping bag or cabins.. tending wild plants some of which i also harvest for food/medicine.. growing other plants for more food.. tanning, carving, garments, all the rest.. making the things i need to live using only materials from the land, from beings i am in direct relationship to.. this way everything is deeply rich in story. i consider all this to be both practical , living well , but also spiritual, playful, reverent, beautiful, deeply sensory, & at times deeply challenging (as all things worth doing are).. i am in hermitage for much of every year at my source-place, a little mountain.. being “solitary” is important to me, ever since i learned of other female hermits & renunciates my life went deeper this direction.. i am in constant and continual negotiation with wild beings.. what else is there to say?
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sometimes i am in northern canada other times i may go a little west or south. newly, i try to get involved with workstays some of each year because it’s honest work/learning in exchange for a roof and some food, i like it too because rarely i meet someone who can become like family, like an elder i never had. sometime i might trade or sell crafts if i feel like it. some friends suggest i start teaching life skills like hide tanning and wild food but we’ll see. i am trying to become more versatile, generous, compassionate, skillful. the past years i bear a lot of wounds as the land always is recipient to a thousand thousand cuts by industry (loggers and oil folk and cell tower companies too-they only curse themselves with their glyphosate spraying, clearcutting, planting of monocrops, pulling 'up' from the ground what she calls right back 'down' with immense weight,gravity). but still, the land she goes on unceasingly, yawning all indifferent-like.. in the same way i mostly let fate happen to me, living randomly..