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Spirit Song Rock
by angeliska on November 20, 2012
Right. So, instead of getting married on 11.11.12 – I drove out to the hills, out to the place where the earth reaches up to touch the stars. The place where my bones come from, the place where my people (…)
Autumn Heralds
by angeliska on September 24, 2012
The Oxblood Lilies are telling me it’s fall now – the autumnal equinox has crossed over us with candles lit, and the scent of burning cinnamon bark. I mean to have a Mabon feast for the Witches’ Thanksgiving, but it (…)
SUMMER SOLSTICE – IF WISHES WERE HORSES
by angeliska on June 20, 2012
Another solstice snuck up behind me on soft little feet, all laughing and tinkling bells and teasing rain. For the last two days, storms have come and gone, and dropped nary a thimbleful on my garden. We had one of (…)
Dog Days
by angeliska on July 30, 2009
We adopted a puppy! Well, she’s six months old- but that still counts, right? I was walking past the Austin Pets Alive adoption station after work the other day, and she caught my eye. She’s super wiggly, and thus really (…)
There's no place like..
by angeliska on June 24, 2006
Home sweet home! The after-dinner-mint green asbestos siding will eventually come off to reveal lovely wood siding, which it has been graciously preserving all these years.. Oh, soon our shady stoop will tangle with twining vines snaking over all! Over (…)
REPUBLIKA DOMESTIKA
by angeliska on May 27, 2006
It is all coming together in myriad ways I never imagined.. Now the real work begins- backbreaking at times, but it feels amazing to be working on a home I can truly call my own, our own! It is terrifying (…)
Housecooling Party
by angeliska on May 15, 2006
We bought a house! (Not pictured below!) Therefore, celebrations must ensue- a garden party to say goodbye to the abode of yestern and hello to the domicile of the future! Come frolic with us before we enter into the exciting (…)
Mutatis mutandis
by angeliska on February 11, 2004
About a week ago, I was walking past my old house- under the crepe myrtles, frozen nymphs with twisted arms.. I was whispering along the garden wall, sweet nothings to a blasted hull of stone, bare wooden floors and empty (…)
