AND DANCE BY THE LIGHT OF THE MOON

There was a full moon Friday night (thank you Farmer's Almanac) so Betty and I decided to 'campout' in the backyard. We made a huge pallet with a ton of soft blankets and fell asleep under the stars. Note to self: Mattie Mac and Cody Mac will wake you up especially if they have been drinking.




Saturday morning I turned the coffee pot to 10 cups and cooked breakfast for my peeps. My parents came over and we had mimosas. Note to self: Mattie Mac hates turkey bacon. And then all hippy hell broke loose. My mom, Betty and I spent the day in my herb garden. We made lavender body scrubs, rosemary and peppercorn olive oil and echinacea and marigold tea (because who drinks echinacea and marigold tea? this girl). We laughed, we worked and we made some damn cute stuff. It felt amazing to be in the sunshine and dirt. Note to self: Cutting things with a three year old lefty requires much patience.













Saturday evening we had steaks and relaxed. Betty made a marigold pie and we danced on the stoop by the pond.



On Sunday my Honey came to smudge my house(blog and pics to follow). Everyone cooked lunch together and we set up Betty's pool. We had a smoked tenderloin with rosemary mashed potatoes and a cold cucumber salad. It was DELIGHTFUL. We spent the rest of the day watching the World Cup. Note to self: Abbey Wambach is a badass. Later I made fajitas smothered in Mattie's delicious guacamole and we sat by the pond all evening while Betty went on a 'froghunt'.

Something about this weekend changed my prospective. Perhaps my heart has been fluttering around looking for a place to rest. Perhaps, I never REALLY thought about living in Spearman for the rest of my life, and maybe I won't, but it's time to bloom where you're planted. BLOOM WHERE YOU'RE PLANTED. Perhaps, I am simply getting to know myself better. Being around my mom and grandmother reminds me that this earthiness in my soul is not just a characteristic; it is a gift and Betty has it too. Some sort of Indian fire burns in her heart as well and I know she will shine a light on this world like no other. There is a twinkle in her eyes which has not gone unnoticed. It's all around her. This brightness that changes your day and melts your heart.

I don't really believe I am a hippy. I have good hygiene and I don't do drugs. What I do believe is my blood runs ChocTaw. DAMN. CRAZY. INDIAN.



Note to self: Mattie's eyes are very sensitive to the sun since Lasik.