A visit to Bremelo Press

I am nearly overcome with excitement and challenge when I spend time with a new (to me) printer friend. Lovely to spend a fluid hour with Lynda Sherman of Bremelo Press. We are not exactly on the same path but we're in the same forest.

I'll get better at this social media thing (by which time it will be obsolete), but for now make do with this photo of the two-sided wood type card (8x10 inches) that I gifted her. I'm glad we didn't conduct the whole visit with me looking through my phone, but a picture of her, her space, her work, ... would make sense here.

Lynda helped me form my ideas around how we are to live. We are people who print. We can draw to ourselves what we need of money and attentive connection when we put the work first and trust the unnameable force of nature-spirit-community to hold us in power and love.

Again with the poor control of these tools. I'd "tag" or "link" or something to make it easy for readers to find Lynda and Bremelo but in the meantime you can look her up

Transition

My son Max is now a high school graduate. I'll always have the responsibilities of a parent but it changes now. I no longer need to be right there, able to meet a crisis at the drop of a hat or a crosstown drive. He and I are both transitioning into a new phase. I'm sure I don't remember correctly but it seems to me that starting a new life was easier for me when I was a teenager. 

Max is kind and brave and smart and he'll do just fine and so will I. 

Time on the farm has taught me the productive wisdom of the old nursery rhyme:

1-2 buckle my shoe (essential skill before any child can help out.)

3-4 shut the door (keep the goats out of the living room.)

5-6 pick up sticks (a good way for a child to be helpful.)

7-8 lay them straight (makes for a neater, more effective pile. Not a comment on sexual preference.)

9-10 a big fat hen (a lot of that going on here, plus now the child can count to ten.)

My first stop on this journey of discovery is a week at my brother's farm in Minnesota. This is a wonderful way to start. Here it is not possible for me to continually stress out about how I am to live. I can only do that some of the time. Other times I need to stress about the chickens. They are super-anxious and never seem to be having any fun. Perhaps, if I listen, they will speak to me.

I take walks these early mornings. No phone or earbuds or any of that. No camera either, so you'll just have to believe me that I saw a pair of Sandhill Cranes in a fallow field. Or don't believe me. I can hardly believe it myself.

  Magnificent. (Not the chickens, the cranes.)

 

Appeal

Here is a card I made using only hand-set type and a linoleum block I carved. I've sent out a few dozen of these and I have plenty left. Send me a mailing address and you can have one ( or more) too.

Looking for a home

For a whole lot of reasons I am on the road, scouting for a place to move. To share this journey, and to recruit help, I am reviving this blog. My itinerary started with a flight from New Orleans to Minnesota. I'll stay here at my brother Billy's farm in North Branch for a week. Then on to Amtrak with a 30 day pass. My route sends me through Seattle, Portland area, SFBay area, Santa Cruz, Los Angeles, and New Mexico. This route is based mostly on where I want to move and where I can cop a free couch-surf.