Back From Being Spoiled, Overfed and Immensely Loved!

We are back!!  We had SO much fun with our families and loved ones.  These trips are always jam-packed with as much fun and as much food as possible, in a far too short amount of time.  Yes, we came back with overly full bellies, and an incredible amount of thoughtful gifts.  I will admit, I really love the gift exchange part of the Holiday’s.  Patrick and I take a lot of time to make everyone in our families useful and unique gifts.  For us, these gifts are a message and a keepsake of our love.  We are always showered with just as many (and often times far more) unique and extraordinarily thoughtful gifts from our family members.  In all honesty, I feel extraordinarily lucky to have people in our lives to spoil us, overfeed us and immensely love us…so, thank you! x0x0

Of course since life is all about balance, we had to even out all of our food glutton and indoor gifting time, with some pretty wonderful outside time.  The snow this year for us has been really low, so we opted for more hiking and exploration adventures this year.  One of Patrick’s favorite gifts was a new woodland axe, so naturally he wanted to go test it out.  We packed our bags full of thermos’ filled with tea, tin-foil potatoes and carrots, sausage and extra down jackets and headed out into the woods for a daily camp-fire and fresh air time.

Here are some of my favorite photos of our trip.  Happy New Year to all of you, and I hope your Holiday’s were beautiful and filled with love.

xx, Hannah

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That Time of Transition

Well, we did it again.  We packed up all our belongings, sorted the necessary from the not.  Dropped house plants off at friends and shared last meals with family and loved ones.  We kissed their children on the noses and asked them to be good to their mothers and fathers.  Said our goodbye’s to the place and the people who make our lives whole and bright.  Boy, do I miss you guys…

Moving always has this pungent bitter-sweet essence for me.  I attach myself deeply to place, reaching out with tendrils, grasping neighboring needle or branch and become one with the rhythm of it all.  I thrive on change, but am driven by habit and routine.  I function best in solitude, but shine deepest in the company of friends and kin.  I have become a nomad…I guess I have always been a nomad.  Picking up and moving from summering to wintering grounds.  Adapting to seasons and environment.  Each move, each new place, each new sense of belonging allows me to grow and nurture this inter-connected web of life I lead.


We left this with heavy and full hearts

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We arrived here ready to unfurl and root down


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So, here we are…boxes unpacked and countryside explored.  What do you think?  I know this will be so very good, for the both of us.  This place is the perfect combination of Patrick and I.  Open and wild.  Soft and harsh.  Gentle but rough.  Honest yet mysterious.  Seasonal.  Whimsical.  Country.  Quiet and calm.  Yes, very quiet and calm…just the way I like it.  I can’t wait to share more of this place with you.  I hope to have the shop open and running in the next few days, but in the meantime we can connect here.

Happy weekend, you wild pack of beauties.


Two Women, Three Dogs, the Mountains and a Whole Lot of Flannel!

I just returned from a little mountain frolic with a girlfriend, her dog and my two dogs.  We had such a beautiful time together.  We hiked, ate delicious meals, fished, took photos, read, relaxed and really just enjoyed being with one another in the company of the mountains.  As I looked back through the photos from our trip, I couldn’t help but laugh at the outstanding presence of flannel.  Turns out our common interests of trees, mountains, nature, animals and food…also extends to our love for flannel!


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IMG_8649 IMG_8611 IMG_8621 IMG_8654Needless to say it was an AMAZING trip, and I just feel so full of life after I return from the mountains.  I have one more big backpacking trip planned, and hopefully I can squeeze one or two extra small ones in.  I hope you all are getting out and are able to enjoy the woodland beauty of this gorgeous earth of ours.


Misty Mountain Top


My sea of trees has a misty mountain top.

A layer of cloaked sky over glaciated rock.

The owl hoo’s and the warbler’s melodic calls no longer audible beneath the roil of open sky.

Rain for days.

Grey and heavy with unknown, as far as the eye can see.

Saturation drowning cotyledon green.

A respite from weather calls aloud, but a longing rainy-day soul wins.


When my mountain top is misty, I find a quietness to my days.  A hot cup of thermos’ed coffee on my forested slopes reminds me why I live this wild little life of mine.  A simplicity to the days and an ease to life.

The black bean soup slowly cooks in the crock-pot, while my hands find themselves busy, in my little garage shop.

Finding a hum to my drum,

and creating magic from motion.


I come from water.


These misty mountain days allow me to reconnect with slowness.

Motion with tranquility.

Movement with grace.

Sound with song.


While my sun-fueled self longs for the time of the solstice, my tendency towards solitude rejoices in these misty mountain days.

Rain brings growth,

coolness calms the fire,

an elevation of saturation,

brings ethereal notions to the forefront.


My misty mountain top is a sanctuary of self.  A temple of the trees and truly heaven on earth.  A presence in time and space allows the soul to begin anew.  As I sit in the presence of this majesty of nature, I know that time will reward trust in the good.  Just as I came from water, so does this.


Back From a High Place

IMG_4088 IMG_4104I have just returned from a place that’s existence stems from the crystalline structures that define purity.  A raw and unrivaled beauty.  Mountains that rise straight from the earth.  Trees scatter the hillsides, creating a mosaic of song and sound.  Rivers and creeks that meander and babble down that trail of unknown.  The song birds sing.  The deer wander and graze.  The bears awake from a long winter slumber. You and I, we visit to explore.  Nature waits for no one, we must go experience her bounty for ourselves.


Whenever I return from these trips, I feel refreshed, rejuvenated and re-spirited.  It is as if I leave my home with a canvas that is already full; of ideas, of tasks, of duties…filled with the days we call life…and when I return this canvas is free to be filled again.  It is painted over with that blue-bird blue.  The kind of blue that exults us to greatness with a new day break.  It is telling me, that this is my new sky.  A chance to write my story over again.  To continue on with my adventures and multifarious meanderings.


I have enjoyed my time here in Idaho in such a pure and innocent way.  This place, this time, it has allowed me to accomplish so many things that I am so very proud of.  Was it the place?  Was it the availability of time to become more myself?  Was it the wildness of my little straw bale cabin on the Snake River?  I do not claim to know or to understand how this journey we call life works.  I have realized how in control we are of our own destiny though.  And, what the power of letting our dreams and our creativity run wild can really accomplish.

At the end of this month, we will be packing up our little house here on the river and moving into a lovely cabin in the woods.  We will return to another extraordinarily special and beautiful place we have called home in Washington for a long time.  I am so eager and excited to get back to the land of evergreen’s and cascading granite mountains, but also incredibly sad to leave my space here.  Do I want too much in life?  Should I be able to have it all?

What I do know, is that this transition of life and seasons is allowing me to grow.  It has allowed me to express myself in notes of color, texture and story.  I get to put out my cotyledon green, yet again.  I will add to my story of life, my story of existence and coming to be.  I can’t wait for it all to happen, and look forward to receiving that blue-bird canvas yet again.


“I want to think again of dangerous and noble things.  I want to be light and frolicsome.  I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.”

– Mary Oliver

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