I'm Jasmine. I'm a mother, I'm wife to a poet, daughter of a midwife and a professor. I'm sister and friend. I'm creating a productive and intensely alive space to live in and in which to bring up the next generation. I believe in the power of storytelling. I enjoy dirt between my fingers and the ripeness of a tomato weighting down my hand. I read voraciously. The kitchen is the heart of my home. I teach yoga. I practice Healing. I'm a weaver, an artist. I enjoy star-crisp days and sunlit nights, mountain vistas and the microcosms of the forest floor.
This homestead - 14 Mile Farm - is a place and a dream and a burgeoning way of life.
It is our home.
I dream and work towards a life of sustenance, of permanence and growth, of cycles and seasons and living in place. Of food and family. Of harmony and the dance of interdependence. Of reverence and joy and the messy beautiful experiments of life.
All on a south facing slope in the boreal forest north of Fairbanks, Alaska.
This is my story of a place based life in the far North.
We envision a future with gardens and bees and sheep and chickens and a cow and geese and pigs and a horse and rabbits and fruit trees and greenhouses and a barn and berries and children running everywhere.
Right now, we have:
- 1 husky
- 2 cats
- a feral raspberry patch
- 2 baby apple trees
- one baby pear tree
- a perennial herb bed
- a strawberry patch
- a perrenial flower bed
- a rhubarb patch
- 4 garden beds
- 2 compost piles
We're getting there.
Welcome to the place of making things!
I've been weaving since 2007. I first learned traditional Navajo weaving on the Navajo Nation and then studied with Penny Wakefield of the Fairbanks Weaver's and Spinner's Guild. My earliest encounter with a loom however was as a 2 year old with traditional rug weavers in the rural foothills of Guatemala. I've been sewing and crafting and felting and playing with fiber since I was a young girl.
Weaving is to me so much more than the meticulous and challenging craft with ever-more to learn, it is more than the artistic and imaginative playground of color and fiber and draft and the million ways they intersect. It is more even than Art (with a capital A, lol). I came to weaving long before I came to babywearing. Weaving, to me, is very much a microcosmic expression of the whole glorious mysterious too-large-to-comprehend macrocosm that we live in. Weaving is intertwined with Fate and Grace and the 'fabric of the universe" in a myriad of mythologies - Navajo and Nordic come first to mind. By ordering and care-taking and expressing that which is beautiful, by engaging mindfully with the interlacement of threads, by approaching the loom as an act of cultivating metta: in tending the reflection of the universe on a small scale I am tending the reflection of the universe on a large scale. In that way, weaving is very much a part of my spiritual practice. It is a huge added bonus that the pieces which come off of my loom get to fly out into the world and support the precious bond between mother (or parent!) and child, comfort women newly emerged from the chrysalis of pregnancy into motherhood when the days and moments are rough and painful, and celebrate with them when the days and moments are ecstatic or merely smooth.
And if were a wrap? I would be a cotton warp with a tencel weft - easy care and practical for the mess of family life, hiking, and homesteading but with the shine and elegance of fairytale silk.