Small Circles

Stuff, shit, and more stuff and shit...

Goodness.  I didn't even have to pack up furniture, plates, glasses, linens or any of those sort of household goods.  But I did have to pack up a year's worth of living in order to move into our new apartment on the day we get back from Cordoba.  A year's worth of living:  there seems to be much more stuff than we came with, as evidenced by the fact that our suitcases are overflowing.  Ugh.  We accumulated so much this past year.  Lots and lots of it will be given away when we leave, like toys, household goods.  But still, ugh.  Que manera de consumir. Lots of garbage too.  5 bags or something...  Lots and lots of garbage is Albie debris:  remnants of crafts, broken toys, shitty toys, lots and lots of drawings.  Who knew that kids come along with so much garbage?  And what does it say about the values I am passing on to him?  So often I find myself saying, "don't let the water run, turn off the lights, etc., it's nice to respect mother earth..."  But, here kid, no worries about leaving all this waste in your wake...  Finding balance -- I threw away about a dozen origami frogs that I made Albie.  They were really lovely, all sizes, made from different artisan papers.  We had fun making them, fun hopping them -- and then they sat on the shelf.  And then they were thrown out.  Should I have kept them?  Given them away?  Never made them at all?  Or me -- I've acquired lots of cloths and fabrics and ritual accoutrements for the women's circles here.  I love setting up altars, different colors, different candles -- setting the stage for the evening, like a living tarot card that speaks right from and to the unconscious.  Shall I give that up?  Just make altars from the earth, from what's on hand?  Finding balance.

Times like these I remember Dan, the man who lives in a hole.  And how he lives on $5000 a year.  And well, he just doesn't seem bogged down by stuff, you know?  I mean, the hole is only 9 feet around.  How much stuff can he have?

"I used to work as a photojournalist with regular crazy hours. The problem is, people have their lives organized so they are the slaves. Basically, the average person spends a ton of their time working for very little money, just to survive. I spend a very little of my time working for enough money to not just survive, but do what I love - draw and travel."
 
Read more about Dan and his hobbit hole.

Anyhow, every time I move, I am confronted with my stuff.  I tell myself I live rather simply, and perhaps compared to much of the cheap-made in china-let's go to target world I do, but still.  Lots of stuff.  Simple as a hobbit hole?  Not even close.  Not sure what I believe about stuff.  What's too little, what's too much, how much does it control me?  But each move I make, I get a little clarity, and a bit more muddled too.

A man, a plan, a canal, Colorado!

Well, we have the makings of a plan.  On Sunday May 31st, we leave Argentina and fly to NY.  Of course, a full, detailed itinerary would be too out of character, so the rest of the plan is:  move to Boulder sometime after that, but before school starts.

Oh the ambivalence!  Back when we lived in NY, and I was not too happy, Boulder gleamed like the Emerald City (well, in a muted, sagebrush version)...  Argentina was just a stop on our yellow brick road.  And now?  I am really going to miss BA.  I really like so much about my life here, I like the people I've met, the things I've seen, the projects I've accomplished.  I have been feeling recently that if it were just me, I could stay in South America indefinitely...  There is still so much to see, do, explore, uncover.  There are still so many parts of my body/mind/soul that want to be filled with the energy of the South.  I am so grateful we came here, so grateful for the connections I've made -- feeling like this connection will last (must last) for a good long while.  A bridge is what I see, what I want to be -- helping the flow of South to North to South to North.

When I first arrived here, I was struck by how much the flow (of info, culture, etc...) seemed to be from North to South.  And I think this is true around the world -- the northern hemisphere, with all it's "first world" countries, is well, on top.  And as I was thinking about leading women's circles here, or doing rituals, I was really clear that I did not want to continue that -- bringing all my better, faster, new-and-improved, efficient ideas and ways of being to the South.  No, I wanted to listen to this land, to hear it's messages, to hear it's authentic voice.  What does the earth say to me here?  Is there a way for me to help reverse the flow?  South America feels so heart-based:  here, the men kiss each other hello.   I felt/feel like we could use some of that heart up North...  I wanted to fill myself up with this energy, and bring it back with me.  Anyhow, I have immersed myself into this land (via the city of Buenos Aires, at least), to hear it's voice...  but...  But!  Oh, there is so much more to hear...  And I will be sad to leave it...

One lovely symbolic act of bringing the South to the North is my blessed tarot project.  Dear bloggy, I haven't even mentioned this to you yet.  Nutshell:  serendipitously met a wonderful woman, who has become a friend, and who created a gloriously feminine sort of tarot deck.  Not convention tarot, more of an oracle...  she calls it the menstrual tarot, among other things.  El Oraculo de la Mujer Sagrada -- The Oracle of the Sacred Woman.  I have been, since August, translating this tarot and associated writings, and now I am working more intensely with Monica to develop a greater understanding/connection with the deck.  The thought is, I will bring these cards to the states with me -- to sell, to do readings, etc...  Very magnificent.  Perhaps one of the reasons I came here in the first place.  Really thrilled to be sharing this piece of S. America...

On another hand.  I am tired of the city.  I'd like some air, space, airspace.  I like Albie to run, free, runfree.  I'd like a home.  I'd like Whole Foods.  I'd like to circle in english.  I am ready to go, looking forward to, even.

And so, back to Boulder.  Really?  I cannot even visualize it, in spite of all the Mork and Mindy I've been watching lately.  It's good, I am glad for our plan, I am...  I am glad to settle, to unpack, to create a solid base from which I can offer more.  I am glad to give Albie a settled primary school experience.  I looooove Colorado, the immensity of the plains, the purple mountains majesty, the call to my soul.  Vuelo de Mujer -- Flight of Woman, visioning.  Perhaps I am caught on the word "back."  Can we go back?  Did we ever leave? 

This is where I sit right now, on the cusp of 2009.  Visited by the Goddess Ambivalencia.  Off to Cordoba for a couple of weeks, where I can sink into the land directly, rather than through layers of concrete.  Then we come back.  Then we move to another apartment.  Then....  I drink up us much Argentina/Buenos Aires/South America as my vessel can hold. 

May 2009 bring us closer to love, peace...  closer to ourselves.  Happiest of New Years!

Lawng Island, New Yawk

We've been back almost a week from our delightful vacation to our old stomping grounds.  While living there wasn't exactly a great fit, vacationing there is truly wonderful.  Such a splendid place to visit -- especially in the summer.  Old friends, salt water, sand, chlorine, bare feet, swim suits, and my oh my the corn, peaches, nectarines, blueberries, blackberries, raspberries, tomatoes, greens, beans, cucumbers, zucchini!  And more!  A veritable explosion of delicious -- fresh from the Mother Herself -- goodness.  It is the beginning of the harvest season (in the northern hemisphere), with Lammas on August 2nd being the first of the Harvest festivals, and I celebrated by eating as much freshness as I could.    Albie too -- the first week I think he ate nothing but corn.  Then he said, "I'm over it."

I was a bit interested to see how this vacation would go.  What would it be like to be in the US again?  To see our old home?  How would Albie do?  I am happy to say it all went very smoothly, especially for Albie.  I think it gave him a opportunity to see that that life hasn't changed...  He'll always have access to it, to his grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles etc...   He was a bit sad to leave, but also very happy to return.  He went straight back to school the day after we arrived because he did not want to miss "sopa de verduras" for snack.

He seems to have grown up a bit too -- we had a few "firsts" on this trip.  He is now tying his shoelaces and blowing bubbles with gum.  He can also pull himself out of the pool (the somewhat lazy boy used to constantly ask for help...) and completed his first "jump off the diving board and catch a ball in mid-air all whilst whooping it up."  Big stuff, I know.   

But further, he just seems a bit more grown up.  He's walking the streets of BA without asking for "upa" every two minutes, he's more and more open to trying new foods, new things -- he even ate my version of "sopa de verduras" today for lunch...  Y habla castellano como un porteño.

For me, it was a bit bittersweet being in NY, and kind of inspiring as well.  I went to a circle with my women, and felt really discombobulated.  For one, it was a bit sad, being present to that which I sacrificed in order to come to BA.  Not just the women, and the friendships, but also the sort of spiritual thread of continuity that the circle represented.  Being there, and sharing, I realized just how much I had (literally) turned my world upside down.   We (they) were sharing from "what am I beginning to harvest in my life?"  And I was all, what?  What harvest?  I didn't get a summer.  Skipped the winter.  What the fuck?  It's still winter dark back in BA.  What the fuck is all this bright shining summer sun first harvest energy y'all got going on here?  I didn't know what to share.  I felt like my energy didn't match...  So, I shared from the place of just beginning to emerge from the deep dark winter.  It all works in circle.

And really, it wasn't until returning to BA, that I got present to what I am harvesting (at least that part of me that is still deeply tied to the northern hemisphere seasons, the other part of me is living the early spring and planting seeds.)  Anyhow, harvesting:  I got my family to BA!  Chris and I are living our dream of freedom and flexibility!   I accompanied Albie on these big changes and watched him emerge on the other side!  I have friends!  I have yummmy coffee and media lunas with said friends!  I created a circle!  I walk the streets of BA like I own them!  I know this city quite well!  I am involved, immersed in this culture via Albie's school!  And mostly, and most beautifully, I am spending time with my brother and two sisters (soon to be three -- Patti is coming!) and my niece and my nephew and that alone gives so much meaning to this move and our time here.   I am so damn delighted by this gift.

Also, I left NY feeling very inspired that we could create our dream of spending the school year in Boulder, and going to NY for the summer.  I can see it working -- I can visualize it quite well.  And now that my sister and her hubby think it's possible they may end up in Boulder after completing the Peace Corp, well, even better. 

For now though, it's time for Argentina phase II.  I am excited, happy to be here, grateful for this time.

Goodbye old Paint, I'm leaving Cheyenne

Day one of this southern adventure...

When Chris and I finally decided to leave Colorado and head east (another heart wrenching leaving, I'm always leaving...) we could not believe how smoothly the whole move occurred.  I would say that it felt like we had slipped into a worm hole that just sped us on our way.  The house sold a day or two after putting it on the market, packing went easy, and low and behold -- in a blink of an eye we were in NY. 

Today has felt like that.  While it is only 9:47 am, I am a bit shocked at how easy this morning has been.  Last night, Chris and I both sat staring at our luggage, feeling afraid.  We have three big bags, two small ones, a set of golf clubs and three carry-on bags.  One bag was over the 50 lb weight limit.  We realized that we had way more bags than we could handle.  We didn't like that feeling.

Alas, we went to bed, after a relatively easy day with just a few last minute details (like packing!), and woke up at 5:15 am.  The plan was to drive to my in-laws, and they would take us to JFK.  My in-laws live about 1 hour and half from Southold, and about 1/2 hour from JFK.  With no traffic.  Which never happens in NY, especially not at morning rush hour.  We left Southold at 6 am, and just cruised "up island."  No traffic.  Ok.  Of course, we figured the ride to JFK would be a mess, always is at that time, but no.  There was absolutely no traffic.  We were all a little shocked -- it felt like we were on some weird traffic-less parallel universe.   8 am, no traffic, greater NYC metropolitan area.  Bizarre.  Like Moses himself had parted the red sea of traffic for our crossing.  Got to JFK, a nice helper dude came to our car, checked us in, took our bags, and walked us inside to pay our over 50 lb fee.  Nice and easy.  Got through security quick, and had/have 2 hours to kill enjoy in the Jet Blue terminal.  After a (barely) edible breakfast, I find myself with some time to blog.

Very lovely.  Feels good.  Chris says, "I feel like a fart floating in the air, free to wallow in my own stench."  He also says, "I feel light and fluffy, nothing tying me down.  So... we're off to Florida for the night, and then off to Argentina tomorrow.  South, always south.

Ooooo...  my wishes for this moon / this year (this moon I made wishes):  I wish to cultivate peace; I wish to find a lovely home in BA, I wish to find a lovely school for Albie.

Last night in NY

I didn't expect to be so sad these past few days.  So sad.  But good, this sadness...  a reminder that I loved deeply while here, that I connected deeply.  So hard to walk away from my friends, so hard to walk away from my circle, so hard to walk away from my teacher, so hard to walk away from family, so hard...  In spite of my struggles here, I have met some wonderful souls -- and I have loved them.

My last circle was Saturday -- I was emotional upon walking into Susan's spirit room for our last session before circle.  I love that place, that space, and what is created therein.  It has been the one place here that I have consistently felt safe and content.  Sometimes sad, sometimes happy, but always content.  It has been home.   The circle was stunning, and there was a moving and heartfelt ritual send-off for me.  Beautiful.  I get to take all their love and strength and wishes with me -- how blessed I am...

I said goodbye to my elderly neighbor friends yesterday.  Alfredo, who is 88 (?) or so, has been a constant presence in our lives here.  He says Albie is his best friend.  He walks his little dog every day, twice a day, and stops to visit when he sees us outside.  He is lovely.  He is Italian.  He loves Buenos Aires.  He has lung cancer.  I don't know if we'll see him again, though I hope and hope we will.  As I said goodbye yesterday, he began to cry.  I just.  Oh wow.  No words -- just you know, :-(

Good bye all that is good on the North Fork.  Wait!  Fuck goodbye.  See you in 6 months. 

Still stuff

I am a procrastinator.  The last minute is my minute. 

Over Christmas and New Years, my whole family is going to Brazil to celebrate my mom's 60th.  Fantastic.   Months ago, sometime in the early summer, my mom sent us all an email reminding us that we needed visas for Brazil -- and we needed to go to the Brazilian Consulate in NYC in order to get the visas.  I thought, ok hey great, I'll go spend a day in the city, no big thing.  But I just kept thinking and thinking instead of doing anything.  So, fast forward, end of November, we're moving to Argentina in less than 2 weeks, and still no visa.  Plus I have a cold.  So of course, now I really have to get into the city, and I am really bitching and moaning because ugh, who wants to go into the city now?  When life overwhelms and it's cold and I have a sore throat? 

Anyhow, the plan was that I would go on Friday (yesterday), so Thursday found us needing to get passport pictures for the visa application.  Last minute and all.  We went to CVS, and lovely teen salesperson got everything set up.  She retrieved her handy camera, lowered the white screen and asked, "Who wants to go first?"  Albie said not he, so I said cheese, papa said cheese, and Albie?  Well, Albie totally and completely broke down.  He just would not, could not take that picture.  He was crying, bawling, saying he didn't like the white screen, he didn't want his picture taken.  I tried everything: communication -- letting him know why we needed it etc.  I tried bribery -- I'll get you the chocolate Santa.  I tried loving him and holding him -- let's just sit here until you're ready.  Then, it got a little uglier.  What if the police get mad at us when we try to go to Brazil, I pondered aloud within earshot of Albie?  Papa used some threats -- no toys, no playing, no fun in life ever again ever.  It got bad.  What do you do?  Why this?  Finally, we just sort of held him in place while they took the photo.  He is bawling in his visa application picture...

It was a big family breakdown.  Chris and I were mad at each other -- I'm too soft, he's too hard...  Plus also all the blame of waiting until the last minute.  Albie was obviously going through something, whether it's fear of moving, fear of white screens, or fear that we're in control, not him.  It was just a horrid evening.  And I had to look forward to spending the next day in the city getting the visa.  Wake up at 6, drive an hour, catch a train at 8 to be in the city at 9:15, to get to the consulate at 10.  With the boy in tow.  All I could think about, as I went to bed, was that I really really did not want to go to the city.  Albie woke up around 2am to pee, and called for me, and I just fuck, fuck, fuck this shit, under my breath as I went to help him.  Very much suffering energy.  At 6am, the alarm woke me up and I muttered, "Ugh.  What a horrible way to wake up."  The next thing out of my mouth was, "I really don't want to do this."  Again -- real positive and flowing.

But guess what?  It was an absolutely fantastic day.  Albie and I had a grand time in the city.  The visa process went smoothly, and then we went to Rockefeller Center and saw the tree.  Which you know, is kind of a little sad, this big dead tree all lit up.  I said a little prayer.  We also stopped by the NYFD store.  I had walked by this place so many times without Albie -- on my way to concerts at Radio City -- and I always thought, Albie would love this.  Silly me.  It's a store you dummy.  So yeah, Albie got a little gift -- a little doll named Firefighter Faith.  We had lunch at Pong Sri, a fabulous Thai restaurant.  There, at the next table, was a fireman, and he let us know that there was a fire house around the corner.  After lunch we stopped by and got a little tour.  Led by Albie.  "This is the pumper and this is the ladder truck and this is the chief's car and these are the hooks and this is the breathing apparatus and this is the compartment for...."  He had the fireman open every compartment on every truck.  We just had to see what was inside.  After the firehouse, we went to Starbucks, met up briefly with my brother, and slowly made our way to the bus home.  On the bus, Albie had everyone laughing, especially the women.  And the cute 5 year old girl.

It was a great day, a great moment.  A day where I was:  I love life.  And I really got to see the extent to which I have been resisting, resisting the flow...  Resisting the perfection.  Being dominated by fear...  All that.  So I'm just so grateful, so grateful for these moments that bring me back.

And now back to packing.

Noticing...

We've been back a week from Buenos Aires, and I must say that the trip was perfect.  We went to explore and see how we felt about moving there and that is just what we did.  Looked at housing, communities, schools... 

We grow wiser every day and we are always confused.

Some things I noticed/glimpsed/illuminated:

This whole, "where do I live, which way do I go" obsession of mine has been a huge distraction and I am feeling quite done with the whole thing.  It's almost a self defense mechanism:  it has kept me from fully jumping into life right here, right now, it allows me to stay a bit aloof, a bit removed from everything and everyone.  And so it is time to choose.  Not to be paralyzed by what must be sacrificed in making that choice.

I am really dominated by this conscious/unconscious need to "get it right."  Oy what a headache.  And even though I know this about myself, it just kicks in, and it is only in retrospect that I can see my silly spinning -- trying to get it right.  Gotta make the right choice!  Gotta be the right way!  And all you people around me?  You better get it right as well. 

I'm not all that in touch with my gut feelings or my intuition.  That's is, a feeling arises, and then I do my best to ignore it, dissect it, discredit it, and rationalize and reason through the feeling.   I think, I spin, I obsess...  I don't simply feel and act...  Now, don't get me wrong -- I do like that mental airy space I can so easily inhabit, it serves me very well at times  --  but at the expense of developing my gut and my intuition?  No.  Can't do that.  I'll give you an example:  in BA, as I walked through the city exploring as many nooks as I could, I didn't really have a sense of, "Wow, this is great, I love it, can't wait to move."  And I noticed that, that I was not feeling too juiced about the whole thing.  And instead of just being with that, I started spinning:  "It's because you're afraid, it's because it's the end of winter here, it's because you're a spoiled American..."  See what I mean?  Dude, just stop.  Pay attention.  I'm missing the messages I send myself.  And that's the most important voice mail I have.

So, my intention this lunation is to choose.  Argentina?  Boulder?  Southold?  Some combination of all three?  We shall see.  I ask the Great & Holy Wow to help me make the choice every morning.  A little question in the God Box before my meditation...  And I am trusting that the Wow and me will transmit/receive the answer.  Open and receptive, trusting intuition.  Of course, I also have some stuff for my mental, analytical side to do.  Can't ignore anyone here...   

Let's post this again:

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Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?

-Tao Te Ching
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Broken leg in BA

You could look at the broken leg this way: 

-Albie's fine, adjusting well.  He woke up a little bummed out yesterday, but he really has been a trooper.  Absolutely amazing.  My heart breaks open with all the love.  Daily, we visualize his leg bathed in healing light and his fractured bone we visualize whole.  I told him that maybe grandpa would put on a lighter cast, so he could move around better.  He replied that that would not be necessary, he likes to be carried. 

-It's a really good thing I only have one child to carry.

-As Rebecca's comment points to, we had a great experience with the hospital.  The doctors were nice, compassionate, and hot (as stated previously).  Our bill came to just over $100; that includes the consultation, the x-rays, and the cast.  Insurance at the hospital (you buy insurance from the hospital here) would cost us about $130 a month for the whole family.  That includes everything -- from preventative care to catastrophic care -- vision, dental, medical, orthodontics...  Everything.  I could get a new pair of glasses every year.  I think we'll sign up anyway -- even if we don't move here.  Even with the cost of a yearly flight, it's much cheaper than what it would cost us in the US.

-Albie is immobile.  I don't have to stop at every playground or chase him into every toy store as I wander the different neighborhoods of the city.  At home, he is content to scoot around on his butt, playing quietly, watching movies, or listening to stories on my ipod.  He's not begging to go to the park every 5 minutes.  I can make calls and search the web to my heart's content.  Furthermore, he cannot run to me in a rage when he does not like hearing no. This I like a lot.  I'm simply being honest here -- perhaps a bit egotistical as well -- but honest nonetheless.

Just observing, you know.

Help me out with this one... what does it mean?

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Do you have the patience to wait
till your mud settles and the water is clear?
Can you remain unmoving
till the right action arises by itself?

-Tao Te Ching
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Maybe since I haven't written in a while I don't really merit your responses but...  play along ok?

Let's say you traveled to Argentina last January, and whilst in the lovely city of Buenos Aires, your partner stayed up at night calculating possible monthly expenses if one were to live in BA.  And the calculations showed that one could live relatively well, and relatively cheap, were one to live in BA and still earn one's US-based income.  Upon your return to the USA, you got a little bug in your butt and started toying with the possibility of making a move way way way south.  And perhaps (if you're anything like me) you got all in your head about it, wondering should I, shouldn't I, what would it look like, be like, would it be right, would it be wrong -- a hamster on a wheel.  Then, in what seems like a moment of divine inspiration, your brilliant partner suggests that perhaps it would be a good idea to travel to Argentina again, before making a 5000 mile move.  One could then investigate some schools, neighborhoods, apartments.  And life is good, and the hamster stops spinning.

And so you arrive in Argentina.  To check it out.  And the schools are not calling you back.  Because it's all slow and easy here.  But that's ok, you have some time, and you decide to give the schools a bit of space before descending upon them with your American efficiency.  You decide to make exploring the various neighborhoods your priority.  And let's say that on Wednesday, you decide to go check out Palermo Soho, in spite of it's ridiculously unoriginal name, and while there you stop at the little playground at Plaza Serrano to allow your son to play.  Because you're feeling like you want this exploratory trip to be fun for him -- you're feeling flexible, generous.  You encourage him to play.

He plays on the monkey bars.  He slips.  He falls.  He breaks his leg.  That gorgeous little tibia -- fractured.  Emergency room visit.  Cast from knee to toe.

Ummm...  good sign?  As in, wow, what an adventure, what a story, what a great health care system, only cost $100, what fabulously hot doctors...   Bad sign?  As in, what the fuck, fuck this shit, fuck dirty cities even if they have lovely parks, fuck argentines who don't call you back, fuck media lunas that cost $2 a dozen.

Oh life, you silly bastard you.

Ideas?  Wisdom?  Jokes?

And then there's the school...

One of the schools we visited, the really beautiful one that made me cry, is having their Yuletide Fair today.  We couldn't make it... but... the thought of what is going on at this school right now lights me up like a plastic lawn Santa.  Oh my my.  What a lovely school!  Look at the lovely things they do!  What a nice fantasy this school enables me to create!

Here's part of their email on what to expect today:

... the campus of Hawthorne Valley School will be transformed into a Yuletide wonderland.  Five buildings will be filled to the rafters with juried crafters, games, singers, puppet shows, music, and food to present what some people have called the best holiday fair in the Hudson Valley. New additions to this year's Fair include the Tiny Tea Room - your weary, under 3rd grade shopper can rest their little feet with a cup of tea after they have shopped and items are priced to fit the tiny pockets of the shoppers; Children's Nature Art Center - make woodland people and scenes for the holidays; and the Student Quarters - a shopping space for the middle schoolers with great gifts for friends and family at affordable prices.  Abundant organic food is also available throughout the day!

Music will fill the halls with our own Hawthorne Valley Community Chorus, plus the Kitchen Kaylie band will perform all afternoon in the Cozy Cafe.  This year The Magical Puppet Tree will present "The Elves and the Shoemaker" at 11:00, 1:00, and 2:00, in the Morning Star Puppet Theater.

The famous Hawthorne Valley School Pocket Lord or Lady will walk around the campus and open his or her arms for all the little children to search in his or her pockets for very special gifts.  Candle dipping and stained glass are offered for the older children and adults.

Let's all move upstate!  Join the Waldorf cult!  Drink raw milk!  Play with handcrafted wooden toys!  Believe in gnomes!  C'mon -- let's go!