A Retraction

re·trac·tion

rəˈtrakSH(ə)n/

noun

1. 1.

   the action of drawing something back or back in.

   "prey are grasped between the jaws upon tongue retraction"
2. 2.

   a withdrawal of a statement, accusation, or undertaking.

   "he issued a retraction of his allegations"
3. 
   

{the above text copied from Google Dictionary}

So here I am finding myself having to retract the statement that our homestead was to be named "Where The Wild Things Are". No Maurice did not turn in his grave and yell "hell no lady you may not", it was the objection by everybody else in the household. Not one of them had cared about my magical heartfelt blog post that brought me to the revelation, well {M} did, that 7 yr old boy of mine is a wild hippie child who likes to see his Mama happy. So much discussion went on and the name has been changed.

Welcome To CAMP PALMETTO

Here at our humble homestead known as Camp Palmetto we have many amenities which include:

 A soon to be finished TeePee

 Paddle boating & nature exploration

 Relaxation by the pond, possibly fishing in the future

 A hammock for reading and taking in the wooded view

Trees galore to explore

A cozy fire to sing and tell tales

These are some of the reasons we came up with the idea to call it a camp. And yes there is one Palmetto on the property, because the Renaissance Man won this battle, we must purchase more for the grounds. This is just the start folks, stay tuned. Now I must plan what we will be doing here during summer because yikes....school's out at the end of the month!

The Naming of Our Homestead

Inspiration struck out of the blue, no... more like the green of mother nature. I started off the morning watching wild crafting and foraging videos on YouTube. The wilderness outside my front and back door is so full of the unknown. What is medicinal, edible, poisonous! The Wild Women in me has re awoken and I'm continuing the journey of exploration in my own zone. If you haven't been a follower for long I went from .24 acres in Sacramento California to 2 acres in the woods in South East Texas, achieving that American dream of being debt free and owning everything outright. But that folks is a blog post for another day and time.

After studying a bit I walked outside, the whole vibe and hum was different today. Once my boots hit the landing of the stairs I became one with my land. The zonal scope you see in movies literally happened. All senses were heightened and tuned into the above and below. No psychedelics involved, I reached a point where my brain has done this on it's own...euphoria or zen. Whatever is happening I'm not going to argue with it, I fucken love this feeling! { if we were face to face I do tend to express my feelings with foul language, apologies if this if offensive but this is authentic}.

So back to the matter at hand. I strolled around identifying plants and trees, then I was scared shit less as the dogs barked and chased a rabbit that ran passed me and almost knocked me to the ground as it escaped the wrath of my fur babies. Catching my breath because I was caught off guard, I heard a small coughing noise, followed it and found a baby possum lost from its pack. Shot some video, posted on Instagram @gypsyspiritrising and then sighed out loud "this really is where the wild things are! "Where The Wild Things Are", yes! And then the Bryce Vine song played in my brain as I ran to google search if the name has been established as another homestead yet.

To my relief I found no other establishment or like wise claiming this name. Then I thought what would Maurice Sendak think, would he be okay with me using the name of one of his popular books? I spoke out loud and the google on my phone picked  up my out loud inquiry and this You Tube video started playing. Tears came outright because affirmation in the soul does such response.

So I guess I took the dive and got the inspirational blow to the head. I've communed with spirits before but it was mostly family, but to get a divine answer automatic like this occurred is some new and exciting stuff. Many spiritual awakenings have been tapped lately. Oh and the fact that it occurred at 1:43 is another significance in the angel number realm. Quick summary from Joann Sacred Scribes because she is my go to for the Angel messages.

    

ANGEL #143

Angel Number 143 encourages you to look at your current home and lifestyle and consider ways to uplift your environment in order to usher in more positive energies. Do not be afraid to express yourself with joy, optimism and creativity. Add beauty to your environment and everyday life.

Excerpt from sacredscribeangelnumbers.blogspot.com

So with that being said, and divine interventions coming into play to make my inspiration strike a go ,without further ado our humble beginnings of a homestead shall be named due to the many references of all that lives there from the plants, animals, and humans who reside there....

Where The Wild Things Are

p.s. now for a logo, oh hell I'll wait for another strike of inspo!

From The City of Tree's to My Own Sacred Woods

As much as my heart cries about leaving behind beautiful California, I walk outside into the rays of sunshine filled with birdsong and butterflies, basking with the creatures I coexsist with and together our Circadian rhythm swirl , dance, and create new magic.

                  First Spring in Texas!

Rising To the Light Of The Moon

SUPER BLUE BLOOD MOON

January 31st 2018

I really didn't feel like rolling out of bed this morning, until I was reminded about a lunar eclipse going on. Then I rolled down a hill while I was looking to set up the tripod, don't worry me and the camera are fine it was more like falling backwards. Luckily I had a view over the trees and snapped some shots, as the sun was setting on the horizon she hide from me. Read ya later lovelies the moon has set in motion some house organizing for the day.

Shaking A Hand About Some Land

 This is literally how it went down, the honest emotional roller coaster almost train wreck of finding our stake to claim here in Texas. The devastation of hurricane Harvey has the market for Houston homes cheap...if your an investor, these homes are flooded and skeletons of once beautiful homes. Those who were lucky enough to move have headed up the hill which left the market where we're searching with here today, pending tomorrow. We got really desperate, all the homes were no longer available. Twice we started the process on homes in sub divisions with HOA fees and no land just because we got scared that this might be our last hope at attaining something. Stress was putting a damper not just on us but our family who graciously is letting us live with them. I was told to relax and rest assured that good things come to those who wait, there is a plan for everyone and patience is necessary as is faith.

The plan of action changed. A wise woman told us to switch our strategy and look for land and then a home for the land. An appointment was made to view a piece of property which turned out to be forest that needed clearing and there were no hook ups for a home. As we were contemplating the land a truck pulled up the driver said "Howdy" and we told him we were new  to town and looking for a home. He said the neighbor down the way mentioned he wanted to sell his home, turns out he wasn't ready but the guy pulling out his driveway asked if we were looking for land. Talk about the right place at the right time. We drove around the corner and were left to look at 2 acres of wooded land with hook ups and septic already in place. And down the slope and over the tall grass I spied a pond with a deck!                                                             

This was the space we have dreamt about, this is camping everyday scenery all outside our front door, yet there was no front door or any home to speak of on the property. The next step all went down in one day actually. It had snowed the night before so we had a beautiful scenic drive to the county office to purchase and get the deed for the land, it took  less than an hour and it was ours. The same day we looked at some possible home options to put on our land, found our first Texas fixer upper, purchased it and had accomplished the goal of owning home and land!  A humble little note, a month exactly to the day that we closed on our home sale in California our home arrived.

So the journey continues with new and exciting adventures on the horizon! Do not dare step back from your visions and dreams and for one moment think they are not a possibility, it's not always easy but when imagined bliss comes to fruition you know the true meaning of being blessed. Many blessings to you and yours during the holidays and every moment there is breath.

When It Rains It Snows

First holiday miracle, snow... in Texas! We were all huddled in the house keeping warm because it was freezing outside. I checked my phone to see what temperature it was and lo and behold there were snowflakes next to the temp on my app. With a quick dash like a child to see if it was true I ran outside and yelled, "It really is snowing!" we bundled up and awed at the flakes falling for about an hour. Snow flurried and floated all night until the next day. The following photos were taken at my sister in laws where we are staying.

And with the magic of some pre Christmas snow comes the next miracle!

Post Cards From Arizona

This post is a little late, but here are some photos from Arizona when we took our road trip to Texas. I thought of all you blogging friends who live out there as we were making our way across your beautiful state. I have some exciting news for y'all but must not count my chickens before they hatch.....stay tuned!

And Still We Roam

As of right now we are in the woods and reception is spotty so I post when I can pick up a signal. We moved at a time when homes were available but because of Hurricane Harvey the ones in the hills are bought up quick and flooded homes are for sale cheap. And still we roam looking for a home. Many different options to plots of land , trailers , homes, subdivisions, hoa communities.

 We need to live wild and free, I sold my home and moved out of state for a better life. My son is also in Texas with me, so the whole tribe is back together. The kids are in their new schools and the Renaissance Man and I spend our days driving on the road looking for something to call our own. Time and patience is key.

The Road Trip - California

Here's a quick update for yall. We have been here in Texas for a week now and we are currently looking for a home in the heart of the country. I'm in unknown mode right now but found some time to update everyone. These shots were taken from inside the truck while we were driving along California I-5 . The kids were taking turns getting sick out the windows. A lot of craziness happened along the way which I may blog about later. One thing though, do not stop in Indio C.A.

 Farmland

 Angeles National Forest

 Fault Lines

 LA Cityscape

 Miller Lite Plant

So Long October

2017 in general for me has not been very kind , but October...well that was a deluge of a shit storm. In a nutshell, my son moved in with my Dad earlier than expected, the grim reaper paid a visit to my friends and family x4, and this whole home selling with all the stress has my saying good riddance to a month I usually indulge in, hallelujah to the flip of the calendar page.. Lets take a moment of peace for all the stuff going on globally as well.

I didn't want to start this post on a downer but the reality of Holly will be more apparent from here on out, isn't this what blogging is about in it's true essence, being vulnerable and sharing with  the world and having support from across the globe in return? Seriously I appreciate our blogging tribe so much words are not available for the expression here.

. Now On To Casa Sol y Luna News .

The house echoes deeply with all the bins packed up. A time warp happens when I walk into the rooms, different essences of decades are present in this house which was built in 1946. I have a deep connection with this home, even though it has only been 9 years. We are on a little more than a week left here then early next Saturday morning we will be hitting the road onto our next chapter in Texas. I cry everyday because memories will just hit me out of nowhere, and it's hard to leave my son behind but I know it is for the best.

I'm also pretty excited to move to the country, our little homestead here was just a taste of what real homesteading is all about. Living off the land in a beautiful country/ farm setting has been our retirement dream and the fact this dream is coming to fruition excites and scares me all in one. I'm a type A control freak and I have no knowledge our control off what is on the horizon. This is going to be a crazy ride, but I'm bringing you all along with me. Oh how I'm going to miss California!

The Winds Of Change

{ Photo via the web }

 October sure has been a whirl wind so far. I yearn for the above image to escape to. This Mama needs to just sit and  let all the swirl settle in my heart {in a gentle kind warm fuzzy assurance}. So here is what has been going on at Casa Sol Y Luna. We put our house up for sale last Monday and last night we chose a buyer. Yes folks in one week! Once potential buyers hit the back door the yard spoke to many hearts. In early November the caravan will be rambling along to our next destination South East Texas. My wonderfully awesome sister in-law is letting us land there as we scout out our next home and transplant ourselves into our new Texas homestead.

 That my friends was the wonderful news, now for the stuff that pulls at my heart strings. We will be leaving my eldest son behind with the tribe elders to finish school and get together a life plan. Education laws very by state, and I'm blessed to even have the option for him to complete his senior year and graduate on time.  If we're amigas on Facebook you have some depth into what has been going on around here. So now onto Halloween bits.

 Truly sorry I haven't been making the rounds on the blogs and participating in all the ghoulish spooky events occurring. No decorating in the home going on either, but my boxes of hallow decor will go to my sister to use for her Halloween birthday party, who knows maybe she will ask me to help spook up the place. One last trick or treating around my old stomping grounds will occur before we head out to the new frontier. I'm a ball of happy-sad everyday but have been holding myself together pretty well lately and I'm actually surprised with strength I didn't know exsisted until recently.

I leave you with a Harvest Moon pic, may the magic of October continue to fill the air and our souls.