Hippy Granola

  • Old Fashioned Rolled Oats
  • Fine Shredded Coconut
  • Pecan Pieces
  • Cashew Pieces
  • Sunflower Seeds
  • Hemp Seeds
  • Dates
  • Figs
  • Mulberries
  • Carob Chips
  • Cinnamon
  • Salt

Combine all the ingredients together

Spread out on a baking sheet

Toast 350 degrees in oven for about 15 minutes or golden

Store in a mason jar


The Dream


The Dream
Dreamed before 1958 by Theodore Roethke


I met her as a blossom on a stem
Before she ever breathed, and in that dream
The mind remembers from a deeper sleep:
Eye learned from eye, cold lip from sensual lip.
My dream divided on a point of fire;
Light hardened on the water where we were;
A bird sang low; the moonlight sifted in;
The water rippled, and she rippled on.
She came toward me in the flowing air,
A shape of change, encircled by its fire.
I watched her there, between me and the moon;
The bushes and the stones danced on and on;
I touched her shadow when the light delayed;
I turned my face away, and yet she stayed.
A bird sang from the center of a tree;
She loved the wind because the wind loved me.


Love is not love until love’s vulnerable.
She slowed to sigh, in that long interval.
A small bird flew in circles where we stood;
The deer came down, out of the dappled wood.
All who remember, doubt. Who calls that strange?
I tossed a stone, and listened to its plunge.
She knew the grammar of least motion, she
Lent me one virtue, and I live thereby.
She held her body steady in the wind;
Our shadows met, and slowly swung around;
She turned the field into a glittering sea;
I played in flame and water like a boy
And I swayed out beyond the white seafoam;
Like a wet log, I sang within a flame.
In that last while, eternity’s confine,
I came to love, I came into my own.

This line in Nature

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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep Sea, and music in its roar:
I love not Man the less, but Nature more.”

—Lord Byron, “Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage”

Tierra Cosecha y Arte

Harvest_ExhibitionThe Firehouse Art Center in Longmont, CO will be hosting a Harvest Exhibition that showcases local artists and farmers. Each artist was assigned a neighborhood farm where they would gather inspiration and motivation from nostalgic gear, animals and harvest. The creative arrangements will be featured at the opening reception on August 8th from 6:00pm – 9:00pm.

It’s with great honor that I was selected to participate in this unparalleled exhibition. I was gifted with grazing Hops & Heifers Farm in Longmont, CO where everything from rusty pipes, and barbed wire to corroded tin roofs and decrepit fence posts found their way into my life. The adventure of breathing life into these items has been breathtaking and life changing.

It was inside my studio where I began envisioning and articulating artwork out of rubbish. I felt a tinge of self-worth knowing that these items were no longer lost. After countless days of brainstorming, sketching and deliberation, I formulated a plan to create five sculptures that speak to the pure and organic nature that Hops & Heifers Farm lives.

The process of constructing these sculptures has humbled and grounded me. To be an artist is to have a relationship with your pieces; it’s in the quiet of my studio where the sculptures express their needs. While the pieces aren’t complete, the finished product is instilled in my heart. I look forward to finalizing each sculpture and allowing them to tell their own story.

I am so grateful to Dale Katechis and his companions at Hops & Heifers farm for supplying me with fruitful materials. My everlasting appreciation is given to my friend Jim Tucker at Tucker Precision Machining for offering his helping hand, knowledge and tools. And finally, to my dear colleague, Julie Clement for helping me actualize these exclusive sculptures. I hope to see all of you at the opening reception and farm dinner; it’s times like these where the community can hold hands in unity and observe the delicacy around them.


Sabrina PitmanWelcome to my flourishing website of artistic wonder. I created this platform for my fans, my friends and most importantly, myself. I have clay under my fingernails, paint on my favorite shirts and exuberance filling my heart. The arts have offered me a place of stillness and harmony and I hope to trigger those emotions in you.

The enthralling world of art grabbed me by the hands and never let go. We fell in love and created a life full of vibrant hues. The best of us are filled with alluring imperfections and elegant lines, we resemble art and art resembles us. My world is brimming with poetic creativity from jewelry, pottery and sculptures. I share my work with the my community, hoping to make it a more enjoyable and breathtaking place to live.

I thrive off of organic living and encompass a holistic lifestyle that I breathe into my artwork. There’s beauty in the simplicity and honor in the essentials. Working with items directly from the nature is both spiritual and healing for me, and I hope the end product adds that same depth and wonder to the recipient.

I invite you to follow my blog where I’ll share my expertise, events and products with you. In fact, on Sunday, June 8th, I will randomly select one of my fans and that person will receive a custom Sabrina Pitman gift. Just click the “Follow This Blog” button at the top of this page (on the black information bar) to enter this contest. I can’t wait to share my heart with the community, starting with you.

Yours Truly,
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