May 26, 2017


back in washington, living my greenest life.

May 23, 2017



today was a weird day.

May 21, 2017

May 19, 2017


so uh.. as i was saying.. about the weather.... 

last night during the unexpected, giant hailstorm, russ and i rushed outside to throw blankets and buckets over all the seedlings as ice stones the size of quarters ripped through foliage, battered us and lightning cracked directly overhead.  i was wearing a laundry basket on my head but russ rushed out unarmored and came back into the house peppered with red welts on his shoulders and back.  

however, the garden was covered when the snow started.   happy may!

May 17, 2017


The plains lay flat and open under the reckless weather.  Storms can be seen for miles, hours before they arrive.  At night, in the distance, the sky dances with the on off flicker of lightning, you can't even hear the thunder. Sometimes the wind blows relentlessly and violently, ripping off tree limbs, bashing down fences, even toppling construction; nothing in it's path to slow it, no obstacle to it's vengeance as it scours this flat open space.  In a day, all seasons may occur; snow, sleet, rain, blazing sun.  Hail the size of eggs pummels, bruises and breaks us, always right after I've planted a garden.  Don't become attached to anything, everything uncovered, unprotected and at the mercy of the weather.

Mostly the sky puts on a show, compensating for the baked earth and it's featureless flatness.  That flatness broken only by the line of mountains rising in the west, an abrupt end to the level land.  Everyday the sky rolls out her best; towers of clouds, fanned with wisps, framed by haze, saturated with an undercoating of purple and blue.  Evenings are electric in oranges, yellows, purples, pinks, reds, or pastels of lilac, teal and coral; every color is painted on the sky.  The sky.  The bluest possible sky.

I love cities and their skylines, full of spires and sparkles and lines and windows into other lives.  But this sky suits my soul, here in the wide open, given room to breathe.

May 15, 2017

May 14, 2017


alot of awesome and photo-worthy things happened today, but if i plant a garden, the day's photo will always be of the garden. 


May 12, 2017


compassion mudra:

- Sit tall with arms outstretched at shoulder height, fingers spread wide, palms face forward.
- Steady and deepen your breathing.
- As you inhale turn your head to gaze at your right thumb.  As you exhale gaze back to center.
- Repeat this 4 times, the do the same on the other hand.
- As you breath feel a flow of acceptance, love and compassion through the heart and arms.

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May 11, 2017


this is julie........ just sipping champagne in a limo on a rainy wednesday night.

May 9, 2017


it's tuesday so.....


one of my new years resolutions this year was to read 24 books.  this makes number 15. 


one day i'll get a good photo of myself teaching.  but not today!

May 4, 2017


when you're always looking, you notice things like this.

May 1, 2017




Today was a pretty epic day of adventure.  We drove to New Mexico, got caught in a snow storm, met up with Jessie and Tim in their new desert home, and hung out in the pueblo.  Even with the freezing weather it was fun and maybe even more beautiful.