Le Fleur Sont Belle

Yesterday Ash and I went to ALTA.

The wildflowers are in full bloom.

Go there if you haven't already.

hurry. they're not going to last forever.

besides, check this out.

it is a miracle.

i'm healed.

Favorite book, favorite part

My favorite book is East of Eden. I have only read the book twice. However, I have probably read this part at least 20 times. Sometimes I will read it aloud, just to myself, and I admit parts of it are memorized. I am not a nerd. I am not a nerd. It just makes sense. A lot of sense. 

Chapter 13 

   [1]      Sometimes a kind of glory lights up the mind of a man. It happens to nearly everyone. You can feel it growing or preparing like a fuse burning towards dynamite. It is a feeling in the stomach, a delight of the nerves, of the forearms. The skin taste the air, and every deep drawn breath is sweet. Its beginning has the pleasure of a great stretching yawn; it flashes in the brain and the whole world glows outside your eyes. A man may have lived all his life in the gray, and the land and trees of him dark and somber. The events, even the important ones, may have trooped by faceless and pale. And then - the glory - so that a cricket song sweetens his ears, the smell of the earth rises chanting to his nose, and dappling light under the trees blesses his eyes. Then a man pours outward, a torrent of him, and yet he is not diminished. And I guess a man's importance in the world can be measured by the quality and number of his glories. It is a lonely thing but it relates us to the world. It is the mother of all creativeness and it sets each man separate from all other men. 

        I don't know how it will be in the years to come. There are monstrous changes taking place in the world, shaping a future whose face we do not know. Some of these forces seem evil to us, perhaps not in themselves but because their tendency is to eliminate other things we hold good. It is true that two men can lift a bigger stone than one man, and bread from a huge factory is cheaper and more uniform. When our food and clothing and housing all are born in the complication of mass production, mass method is bound to get into our thinking and to eliminate all other thinking. In our time mass or collective production has entered our economics, our politics, and even our religion so that some nations have substituted the idea collective for the idea God. This in my time is the danger. There is a great tension in the world, tension toward a breaking point, and men are unhappy and confused. 

       At such a time it seems natural and good to me to ask myself these questions. What do I believe in? What must I fight for and what must I fight against?

       Our species is the only creative species, and it has the only creative instrument, the individual mind and spirit of a man. There are no good collaborations, whether in music, in art, in poetry, in mathematics, in philosophy. Once the miracle of creation has taken place, the group can build and extend it, but the group never invents anything. The preciousness lies in the lonely mind of a man. 

       And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man. By disparagement, by starvation, by repressions, by forced direction, and the stunning hammerblows of conditioning, the free, roving mind is being pursued, roped, blunted, drugged. It is a sad suicidal course our species seems to have taken. 

      And this I believe: that the free, exploring mind of the individual human is the most valuable thing in the world. And this I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected. And this I must fight against: any idea or government which limits or destroys the individual. This is what I am and what I am about. I can understand why a system built on a pattern must try to destroy the free mind, for that is the one thing which can by inspection destroy such a system. Surely I can understand this, and I hate it and I will fight against it to preserve the one thing that separates us from the uncreative beasts. If the glory can be killed, we are lost.  

                                                                         John Steinbeck

Real Quick...

Lucky for me I was in Salt Lake this weekend. We jam packed the day: Farmers' Market, Millcreek Canyon, walk with Brights, lunch with Grandma Audrey, Arts Festival con Mo. I love Salt Lake City! cute cute family Kim Zack and Vanny!

Last week with a closed gate up Millcreek

Lily Shop Catering

Hey, i can cook. Do you know anything about starting business?  combine us=catering business. I am for real about this idea. I figure we will start small, maybe stay small. Make money while doing some of my favorite things: growing food, cooking food, planning party stuff, making food look pretty, and getting paid to feed people real food. I already have quite a few holy moly recipes ready. If anyone is looking to help a girl out on her first run, I would for real love to cater any event you might have approaching this summer or fall. We talk and decide any detail things. It is an awesome alternative to an actual catering business...just because it is. 

hollyjohackett@gmail.com

Day 117

Broken little girl.

That's me.
Trying so hard.
Wanting so badly.
Learning to walk with my
Great Grand Dad's help.
This was his cane.
I never met him.
Now he helps me everyday.
Thanks Harry

Day 98

Boyfriend pushes Brights and me to a large open grass field. I get stuck and he takes so many pictures that I try to escape. No chance in that happening. The pictures continue, Brights joins in. Eventually we make it home. I almost get hit by a car. But in the end, everybody wins. Fun Day.

Day 92

This is that weird time when you go back to the hospital because your bone didn't heal. Now you get to have surgery. We're talking big kid stuff. They take you in, knock you out, give you a new leg and, you're healed! Well kinda. In another month or so. I look so happy. joke.

Tunny Falk

Okay, okay, so have you ever heard of a spoonerism? It is when you flip the first letters of two words. If you want to hear one get me excited and talking fast. It seems I slip spoonerisms in here and there on accident. My best one however, was tonight when I tried to say, "she is by far the smartest one." instead I sputtered out, "she is by sar the fartest one." 

Fartest?  whoops.

Hoodrat Adventures

If I remember correctly, it was the 30th of December. What a day. That was the last time I visited L-O-G-A-N. The day was bright and sunny. I had a list of things I wanted to do when visiting logan. Of course, first was to  hang out with Hoodrat. That's Jess. Second was to take care of some personal business. By personal business I mean return a couch to its rightful owner. How would we do this? We didn't have a truck, car, or dogsled. So, we did what any stronger than you think girls would do. We started carrying that dang thing towards the two mile away destination. Our goal was to carry the couch all the way, which would include the treacherous 8th North hill. Yeah right. Every 20 yards we had to take a break. Lucky for us it was a Tuesday. Garbage day. When the garbage man saw us slowly making our way up the street, he stopped and asked if there was anything he could do. Has anyone ever talked to their garbage man before? You should they're awesome. 

When we explained our situation to him, he lowered the mighty claw. We hooked the couch on and started running alongside. He told us this would take too long and insisted we jumped up front with him. He opened the door and we climbed up and snuggled in. There we were. Moving a couch, hitchhiking, and having quite a wonderful conversation with our garbage man. Yet another reason I love Logan.   

sleeprunner

I call them "puppy dreams." Every now and then Brights will have them. She usually just moves her paws a little. Anyway, Hasen showed me this video. I kept watching it over and over again, laughing harder and harder. Hope you like it as much as I did.

for real

I tripped on my crutches and broke my toe. 

Boy

Valentine, My.

Anyone?

For Sale

  I got a new green cast! Cool. I am also trying to sell this coat. I put it on Craig's list, but i thought maybe more girls, and boys buying for girls would see it here. 

  It is a Patagonia Rubicon Rider women's size small. It is actually a really sweet coat. I ordered it through a friend and when it came, it was a little too big. I can't return it because we got a deal on it. Which is why I am willing to sell it to you for a deal. It retails from Patagonia at $250.00. I realize no one really ever pays full price for outdoor gear around here. That is why it will only cost whomever decides to buy it $150.00, and to be honest, I am not way firm on that price. That is $100 off, so basically you would be getting a pro-form deal. 

not for sale

Thank All Involved

All i can say is, thank anything possible for...

Mom. she feeds me, drives me, runs my errands, takes me to museums, talks with me...basically does everything all at once.

Dads that make it possible for my mom to stay home.

Boyfriend that found me a wheelchair, takes me on walks, reads me books, plays me music, tucks me in.

Friends that come visit, send treats, play games, rock out.

Brothers and Sisters that brighten my day.

I'm one lucky little girl.

Breaking your leg is easier than breaking your heart. Just kidding...joke.

Breaking your leg is mostly lying in bed for a LOT of days and making plans for when you can walk again.

My mom is driving me to St. George, land of the no stair house and my sisters' families. plus less people ski there, so i wont hear the words, "man that was an awesome powder day."

Hope everyone has a fun weekend!

Shed the nar. or ski in the fun sun.

I'll just be hauling around this thing. party.

Think RECOVERY

Apparently this is what sledding at Alta looks like.

I broke my left tibia in half when a friend accidentally nailed me

cruising down Sugurloaf on an extremely slick sled.

Thank you so much to everyone who came to visit me

the last couple of days in the hospital, especially

Hasen who slept there both nights.

I am going to have this huge cast on for four weeks.

After that I get a smaller walking cast for a few more weeks.

Looks like crocheting and reading just completely

replaced skiing this season.

Happy New Year. Think healthy recovery. Thanks.

Hat sale

A little thin, a lot soft.
$20.00

Auction

This hat was up for auction at the SUWA fundraiser this past weekend. I tried to make it look really professional with that fun little "B" label and "Brights" tag. It was on the table with all the rest of the gear donations, which were donated by Backcountry.com, Gregory, Black Diamond, IME, and quite a few other companies. I didn't want it to stick out as the "homemade item of the night." The tags seemed to fool everyone. It sold for a good price to a girl whom i had never met. I was pretty excited.

Help Save Utah

Hey anyone that cares about Utah...

There is an awesome fundraiser this Friday at Momentum climbing gym. We are trying to help SUWA raise money to stop  big oil companies from bidding on our precious desert land. The land inside official National Parks, such as Arches and Canyonlands, is safe. However, the land directly outside of the parks is not protected. Which means, soon enough you might have an oil rig in the background of your climbing pictures. gross, uh?

We are talking about land we all climb, hike, raft, and camp.

I know that I have always enjoyed the pristine beauty of the Colorado river, which runs through some of the land which is in question. It would be so great if you and any of your friends would join us at Momentum this Friday (12th)  night.  Fun stuff will be there including awesome gear you can bid on. You just might score yourself an awesome deal on some sweet gear and help raise money... at the same time.

climbing 8-12

Fundraiser starts at 10:20

hope to see you there.

p.s. I still have lots of hats coming... keep checking. 

hat sale

This hat is made with double thick yarn. Fashionably warm. If you like it, you can buy it.
$20.00
hollyjohackett@gmail.com
thanks kim.

Para tu Bebe

This hat is for a baby. It will keep that little thing warm and quiet...and cute.

$10.00

hollyjohackett@hotmail.com

Hat Sale...

This is a little experiment. I am going to post a new hat every couple of days. If you like it, you can buy it. Call me or email me and let me know you want it.

$22.00

hollyjohackett@gmail.com

Here it comes...Hat Season

Hey everybody...it's November. You know what that means? It is time for hats! Small hats, big hats, boy hats, girl hats, whatever you want. Email or call me with an order and I will be happy to make it for you. My email is hollyjohackett@gmail.com

Baby hats: $15.00
Regular: $22.00
Custom: $25.00

These are the basic prices. Every now and then the price may change a little bit depending on the yarn and fabric used. I posted these pictures to give you an idea of what my hats look like. Applique, bills, bobbles, stitch design, buttons, multiple color....Thanks and enjoy...

way back when...

I just found this picture on my parent's computer and it made me laugh. this is for you Jess...and Cami, and Elliot. They think they fired me. Apparently I fired them.

want a closer look?...

breakin' 101

I'm not sure why I've never seen this until today.

Mr. Rogers really is "the groove in your hips." or, wait a second, that kid is the groove in your hips.  Either way, there is groove, and it is most likely in your hips, which Shakira has told us time and time again, cannot lie. Either way I really like breakdancing, Mr. Rogers, and Shakira. 

here it comes...

End of September

First of October

Last Week

Today!

I think this is Mt. Superior.
I love living in Utah where, just as you are done with summer and it is time to put away your bike (at least for wusses like me) you get to pull out your skis and watch for snow. Then hope to hell that you can figure out a way to get work off so you can go skiing. And, although I loved living in Logan, and skiing the Beav will always have some sort of, "Fun college life" memory associated with it, I can't wait to be back in S.L.C. by the Cottonwood canyons. way to go snow.