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 So today I thought I'd show some pictures of my tiny house. This is the inside of the front door. You can see my Art Doll cabinet and my Hello Kitty guitar. One of my fish tanks and the Sunflower linen curtains I made. I think my house is quite large for a tiny house. I have lots of room. I tried to get pictures that conveyed a sense of the roominess. But it is difficult to take nice photos in a small space.   I usually come in the back door of my house because that is where I park and it is a level entry which is nice. The back door opens into my mud room. This is a purely functional storage space where my hot water tank and laundry facilities are. I almost didn't want to take pictures as it is not nessesarly "pretty" to look at. But it holds all my fiber that I use to make fiber art. That is some bulky stuff. It fills multiple garbage bags. I keep it in plastic to keep moths out. As you can see everything in here is organized but it is "organized chaos&

Check out my Leopard Hello Kitty Onesie 😂😂😂

I got my level one Reiki certificate. I am studying with Phil Russell. I am super loving it. I'd like to continue on with Reiki maybe get the level two in a couple years. Then think about getting my Reiki Master at some point. We shall see where this takes me. Already I am noticing a huge difference. It's amazing. I really got this mostly for the purpose of just treating myself. But it seems like it might become something more. I'm just planning on following where the energy takes me. And right now that leads me to want to try this out and see how it goes. To start with I plan only to treat friends and family. 

 This is my tiny yard. It goes with my tiny house. My house is not actually a genuine tiny house. It is not on wheels or anything. Here in Canada it would have to be on wheels to qualify as a real tiny house. My house is small. I think it is about 800 square feet. It has two bedrooms, living room, bathroom, kitchen and mud room. It's very sweet and I love it dearly. It's so cute. It's the perfect size for me. I have a room for a studio and a small yard. It's not to much to look after. I think if my yard were any bigger it would be too much for me all by myself. I have a nice little truck now to bring home things for the garden. Im set.  Look at my lawn flowers! They are so nice this year! It has taken me three years to get them to really flourish. The bulbs were a little disappointing this year. I plan to fertilize my whole lawn this winter to try to get more flowers out of them. I have planted hundreds of bulbs in my lawn. I love the effect of the tiny green

Scent A shadow Gave me This bottle of Your scent So lonely I Could hide away  In my dusk Obsessed room and Bathe myself In you ~Katrina Marie Craig

Grandmother Old Woman You have infected me With knowing, a Poison dart you lay Close to my heart Fester a Fever of  Searching Somewhere near my soul is The source of you I wander close to your Nestled resting place Your bones jump up Clatter laughing Running Wisdom hummimg In my ears You speak the thrumming Language of Bees Understanding escapes Leaving me To begin again ~Katrina Marie Craig

Halo Through eyelashes I watch you Cresting Like the peaks of waves Your face Burning bright The pale wash of moonlight Bruises your skin blue Your eyes black Like spirits lingering in The corners of the room Where flickering candles Honey halos Cannot reach ~Katrina Marie Craig

Hart   My heart Full as Cloudless sky Bright Dazzling Guiding the  Tips of me Where I crest To meet the light Streaming Deep Through the soul of me Here am I swimming? Flying? Upon this dizzying Gestalt of Light and water Lifted Arms wide An Angel

Today I realize  I have not drawn a thing Since August  Or was it July This love So real Overshadows Everything Days fall away before it and Nothing done But loving Keeps me forgetting To find significance In the shadows Under trees. ~Katrina Marie Craig

Midnight   Moon high Light I walked To see you Walk beside me At a distance never So close as Whether to Grant your presence To Hearts blood Phosphorescent at the quickening Of my pulse At your footstep and Mine to Measure ~Katrina Marie Craig

Seaweed Woman I am seaweed woman Gathering seaweed on my back Walking Shoulders bowed by the weight Seeking to blend The sea with the soil Hoping to spawn Fertility My feet are mired Deep in the turf My head floats away On the ebbing tide Where is fire? Certainly not in my head So waterlogged and  Dreamy Somewhere deep Beneath my feet Fire reaches for me I am in love with Fires spirit All passion and sparks Blowing smoke up my skirt Making my eyes water My head is steaming What to do with fire spirit? Who whispers in tongues How sweet it is To be engulfed Devoured When he is done Am I steam? Am I ashes? Ashes are said To be good for the soil We both are of the earth And know what it is To be ashes ~Katrina Marie Craig

This is Peaches. Peaches is named for my niece Momoko. Named by her Mum Nayumi, Momoko means Peach(Momo) Girl(ko). Nayumi says it is an old fashioned name for a girl these days. Traditional. Momo is the only Grandchild. I cannot have children due to an emergency hysterectomy at the age of 35. I had a tumor that almost killed me. So Momo is very special to me. She is very special to all of us. We all fight over her. She is beautiful and sweet. Animals love her energy. Soft and quiet, they just love her. She is very good with them. Peaches just loves Momo. She clings to her and watches her every move. My parents pony loves her too. She just has that magnetic personality. Momo is very into photography right now. So I gave her my Canon Sure Shot digital camera to create with. She is taking some amazing photos. Peaches is a Pom/shitzu cross. So sweet and delicate. I suppose I spoil her. She is like my little shadow. Sleeps pressed up against me. Follows me from room to room. Love

Cigarette Poem Pressure passes A hand down My back Touches a finger to My lips Frozen In time To hear My breath Catch I light Upon the Stove a cigarette and Wander off. ~Katrina Marie Craig

This is Dreamer. Looking happily scruffy and dirty with hay hanging out of his mouth. I love Dreamer. He saved my life. He is not my horse. He belongs to Flourette. I was leasing him for a time. One day we were out trail riding in the woods and we got chased by a Grizlzy Bear. Odd for this area. We never used to have Grizzlies here. A developer punched an access route through to their territory. Now we get the odd one.  So that day when I turned to see what was behind me that had Dreamer so agitated, I did not know what I was looking at. I had never seen a Grizzly Bear before. I thought, "That's a strange looking Black Bear." Some part of my brain registered that it might be a "Brown Bear" but at that time I wasn't even sure what one looked like. This one was an adolescent. Much bigger than a Black Bear but not full grown. Unfortunately I assumed that the same rules applied to Brown Bears as to Black Bears. So I ignored it thinking it would be scared

Kite I feel you coming Closer Like a storm Inside my skin I see hidden Broad shoulders in Crisp white linen Soft pink lips And I wonder What you look like What you feel like What you sound like When words escape you Soft and solid As I press my nails Into pliant skin Or sink my teeth Through muscle and bone Deep into The unyielding core of you That anchors me And sets me free ~Katrina Marie Craig

Winter Poem If I sit in this pallor of rain Watching it freeze to the ground Would that bring you down To a place I could touch? To the ground. Like me. So rooted here. With my feet deep In the sand. My head lost in the rain. Half frozen. Eyes wide in disbelief. Follow me frozen. Follow me golden. Follow me down. To the ground. Where my feet are planted deep in the dirt. I sit upended. Like patio tables in winter rain. Waiting for summer again. I keep waiting for you to touch me deep. The heat of you breathing me. Talking about faith and identity. In a room full of shadows. Shadows wearing the faces of everyone I have ever known. You, unique among the masquerade A masque of carnal grace and epic faith In one thing all alone. I kept believing In you all night long The living breath of the day Light filled the room. ~Katrina Marie Craig

This is Silken. Silken is my second cat. I got Silken from an add on Powell River Things for Free. Technically you are not supposed to put living things on there. I saw this and went and got her because I was worried she would not find a home. She was absolutely the most darling kitten. I also got Silken for Roanen. He was about a year old when I brought Silken home. He was a terror to live with at that time. I had just moved from a little house in the woods to an apartment in town and Roanen was having trouble adjusting. So he was doing this thing were he would walk in the room. Crouch down in front of me and size me up. Then attack. He would run up the front of me and try to get my face. It was intimidating. I decided he needed something to think about besides himself. So I got him a baby to look after. It worked miracles.  I brought Silken home and put her in my bedroom to adjust the first few days with the door closed. Roanen had to visit through the door. So he figured out

This is Roanen. Roanen the seal. In his lil t-shirt. Roanen is a feral cat I brought home as a kitten. But it's true what they say. Feral cats are never truly domestic. Roanen is big. He is twice the size of my tiny dog Peaches. More on her later. Everyone always says. Oh my! That's a big cat! I have to warn people who come in to my house... "Be careful with Roanen! Do not play with him. He is feral. He might attack you." He is not viscous. He is just... different. I tend to call him my "Lil Bastard Cat." He frequently gives me nasty cuts and scratches. Often in the face. Because he is handsy with his claws. I call him "Kitty Paw Claws" too.  And I cut his claws. When he was a kitten he was very nocturnal. I would be in bed sleeping and he would come racing in, attack my face, then run away full speed. I learned to sleep with the door closed.  He is very precocious. Always into things. Always in trouble. Always trying to get outside. I thi

Up again! This time 1 am thanks to my lil bastard cat Roanen. Roanen is a character. He wears clothes. He has too. He aggressive grooms himself. So I keep him dressed in little baby t-shirts to keep him from licking himself down past the skin to open wounds. I will have to post a picture of him in his lil t-shirts. Here is a picture of my vintage jewelry from today... in the background you can see one of my older paintings. I collect a lot of jewelry. I also make jewelry. Various kinds. So I have an inordinate amount of the stuff. Sometimes I like to wear tones of it at once, so that eventually every piece get a chance to go out for a walk.  So I took pictures of  the window at GBOW . This one is of me and the owner Roisin. It's always wierd to see myself in photo's but I am trying to be less uptight about it. Hard to tell by the expression on my face. The little dress I am wearing is one of my hand sewn pieces that I made from a Tina Givens pattern. Vintage cotton

up at 3am again. Knitting and listening to music. 

Ok so I started this this morning and had to start over. Had to change the name of my blog. I realized when I opened it on my computer, instead of my ipad, that I had made some major spelling errors!!! So I corrected them. Sort of. I don't speak Latin you see so I was struggling a little with my spelling. Then I just decided to invent my own. Hence Bombuses! Bumblebees. I'm sure that's a completely made up word but it's how I imagine it to be. So my 4am start is now a mid afternoon start. I named my blog after the indigenous bumblebees here where I live. I love them. I love all bees but particularly honey bees and bumblebees. The bumblebee is endangered these days but there used to be tones of them when I was young. They are so cute and... FLUFFY! I sincerely want to keep honey bees but my family objects due to the fact that I am allergic to their venom. Before I knew this I once captured a swarm of honey bees that landed on my farm. I tried to make a home fo