It’s a magnificent Monday, a sublime minimalistic eve…anything could happen. Winding down and keeping things rather simple, clearing out the clutter in the mind, in this space. Reflecting on the year and what’s to come…it takes up a lot of … Continue reading
More than one way has always been said.A declaration within each,kindness within reach. Trillions of particles to heed,only a handful to seed. Liberating from the in-flu-enceout of the vortexand into the distance.Regard, take note…no need to be perplexed.
Well, here we are in our idiosyncrasies and in our rareness…an am dedicated to sketching and painting our gratitude and a little stretching outdoors under the sun. Gratitude in every moment and every way…feeling full.
Last day of our Indian Summer phase…the rhythm was sweet while it lasted. At least I have this honied face to look at until the upcoming Halcyon days come around again.
Trying to sort out the thoughts with these plumes, they are so brilliantly magnificent that even their randomness on the dinning room table until we sort them out is a fixation. Individually they are imperfectly beautiful. Makes me wonder of … Continue reading
She looks spritely doesn’t she as summer filters through the pollen dusted windows? It’s a tricky thing, to have your kitchen positioned in blunt view, or perhaps a forthright spurring is just what’s required. Pulling up even in a vehicle, … Continue reading
I miss the honeysuckle scented air, perhaps it’s ever so special because it bursts out of the crisp spring air like a harmonic symphony and instantly summer vibes saturate the steamy surroundings. The citrus plants also swell oh so boisterously … Continue reading
I was with my other love a few minutes ago. I posted about both my loves a few squares back, twenty-four to be exact. The thing about them, they are not only reliable but consistent. It’s a scorcher out there … Continue reading
It hit 91 degrees, yet I put on a kettle for tea as we all navigate the converging energies of four whole beings at the end of our long day. I’ve told myself that seven-year-olds are reliable narrators and that … Continue reading
My two favs in my provisions box this week, not necessarily sharing them on my plate together, but until I whip something up this scene is cheering up the space. Eye catching from across the room like a woman in … Continue reading