HaunFarm

06/04/2026

The most fun dressing up with the Barrhead spinning guild and sharing our skills with all these amazing children in Fort Assiniboine. What a wonderful day filled with learning, laughter, and connection!❤️

06/03/2026

New arrival of baby Suzie !! ❤️

06/02/2026

The melding of black and white, the yin and yang, the light and the shadow, the dualities we live within. The deeper truth is not found in choosing one over the other, but in learning to hold both with awareness and grace.

Beyond judgment, beyond division, exists a consciousness rooted in love. A love that asks for nothing, excludes no one, and places no conditions on worthiness. To love without restrictions. To love without judgment. To recognize ourselves in one another and remember that even in our differences, we belong to the same whole.

Perhaps that is the lesson hidden within every duality—that love is not one side of the balance. Love is the space that holds it all.

06/01/2026

To be imperfect in a world that strives for perfection.
To be the black sheep in a flock of white.
To be a wildflower in a field of roses.

It leaves room for solitude, for wandering different paths, and for discoveey. In the quiet spaces, away from the noise of conformity, there is freedom. There is authenticity. There is the courage to bloom exactly as you were meant to.




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05/30/2026

I've been a thousand different women, wearing many different hats. Healing old wounds, navigating new directions, growing in love, and learning to forgive myself for all the things that could have been and should have been.

Every version of me has served a purpose. Every season has carried a lesson. And through it all, I've continued becoming more of who I was always meant to be.

There is beauty in the becoming.

05/29/2026

Bottle sheep convoy ....

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05/29/2026

Late night spinning… the world goes quiet, the wheel hums

05/27/2026

05/26/2026

Sometimes when the human race becomes too much, I need to stop.
Stop doing the “have to’s.”
Stop performing the societal norms.
And simply sit in the remembrance of who I am —
a spiritual being trying to navigate one of the most confusing times in human existence.

In those quiet moments, away from the noise, the pressure, and the endless expectations, I can hear myself again.
Not the version shaped by the world,
but the deeper self that remembers peace, connection, and truth.

Maybe healing is not becoming more.
Maybe it is returning to what we were before the world told us who to be.

05/25/2026

Always knitting, always watching my kids, always fully present — weaving memories through fiber, stitch by stitch. 🧶✨ The rhythm of our hands, the laughter of our children, the softness of wool, and the quiet moments in between… this is the fabric of a beautiful life.