The journey begins.

So, we bought a bus. Oh, and we’re going to live in it.

The last half-year has been a winding adventure in, “What the hell are we going to do with our lives?” We’ve been playing with the idea of converted-bus-living for a while, but then seeing some of our friends trying it out really seemed to help us visualize it as a possibility for ourselves. So the roommates took off and we moved out of our gorgeous three-bedroom house to rent a single bedroom in orderto lower our living expenses enough to be able to MAKE this happen. We waited and waited and waited for the perfect opportunity. This week, the week of spring equinox (how fitting), we pounced on this beauty. Sure, she needs a lot more work, but she’s ours. We are so excited.

Our top 5 reasons for moving into a bus:

1. A smaller space – we’ve always loved the comfort and intimacy of smaller spaces. They’re easier and cheaper to decorate, it forces us to remain minimalists, and it always feels as though our home is hugging us.

2. Home-ownership – Who the hell wouldn’t want to own their own home? This is the ultimate opportunity for nesting. Every penny we put into this is ours to keep. No mortgage, low rent (cost of parking), and on to our next point:

3. Off-grid - No water, wastewater, electric, and gas bills. This baby is going to be solar-powered and our toilet will be a composting unit.

4. Movable – My husband and I are gypsies at the soul. Or maybe we’re just antsy. Who knows what our issue is. We move a lot. Part of that is that we’ve not yet found a place that feels like home yet. Another part is that we need a change of scenery every year or so. I think when the kids are older, we’ll be a fabulous world-traveling family. For now I’d like permanency, without being trapped in one spot. You know the feeling of rearranging your furniture every 6 months? It feels good. That’s kinda what moving is like for us. Now, we can move, but move our whole home with us.

5. More family time – because our living expenses will be significantly less than living in a normal home within the system, there will be less wage-slavery and more memories being made with the kids. Money can be a fun rather than terrifying. More trips to the zoo, the theatre, the organic restaurants we love, more to causes we passionately care for, more for preschool programs or savings, more for family visits and travel – all while getting more family time than we can accomplish now.

So while I’ve been on a 6-month blogging vacation, stay tuned for more bus updates.


Grab a copy of 21 Days in the Woods and join us for a group session on February 1st.

21 Days in the Woods is a connection project to get you and your family out in the woods once a day for 21 days. It is well-structured and adaptable to any age range. When you purchase your immediate download of the workbook, you can choose to work through it now, later, or as a group starting on February 1st, 2014!

To join the communal 21 Days in the Woods adventure, simply purchase your copy and I will send you an invite by email to the private group.

Did I mention that it is 50% off it’s regular price?

Look at past group photos and snag your copy here.

Rest In Peace, Opa


The day I captured this photograph was the day that my father-in-law said he didn’t want his photo taken. I knew we were leaving Missouri that week to set up our new lives as a family in Seattle, WA. Eden was 6 months old and had a difficult time adjusting to our visits with Opa Mike because she was very wary of anyone that wasn’t mommy.

On this day, after several days of getting them together, she sat in his arms with a smile on her face. She touched his cheek and cooed the way that an older baby does. I had a photo studio set up in our living room – not quite a proper one – but one that sufficed for my college work on that particular day. I asked him to stand in front of the canvas backdrop with Eden for a photo before we are gone for a long time. He didn’t want to. He laughed at the fact that the backdrop was pink. I promised that I’d convert it to black and white. I told him I wouldn’t mess with the lighting at all, just let me take one shot pretty please? He smiled and agreed.

Tyler was very excited to have this printed and sent to him as soon as we were settled and ready to share. This was the last visit we ever had with him. I knew that this would be a special photograph but not even Tyler realized that our visit back home would be a few months too late to grab another photograph of him with both Eden and Ostara.

Tyler will miss your silly letters, Eden will miss the cards, and I will miss putting together a photo year book for you each Christmas. Tyler is hurting but thankful that you are no longer living in pain. He is also thankful for all the beautiful childhood memories with you as his Dad (and I love hearing all about the family Star Wars obsession and the mutual love for shrimp).

Rest in peace, Mr. Stone.