it’s been a full week. a full year. a full fullness. I am not complaining just observing the flowers the bees my own energy I use this little blog as a tether to the world a way to show up in my own small way to shout into the heavens and the earth that it… Continue reading
soft life
making fairy gardens watching the flowers sway in the wind morning outside on the deck with a cup of matcha putting up the tea shelves taking photos because it makes my heart sing messy desk in the corner near the window the feverfew has started to bloom the bees dancing in the lavender clover between… Continue reading
the poetry of things
dreamy mornings clover enveloping your feet a body leaning towards the sun, again.
daily practice
this is the practice— noticing. seeing. being. becoming. “beauty as a strategy “- Jeanne Oliver
makes your heart sing
this must be the place
this must be the place where freedom was sown inside the seeds of cucumber and okra bodies activated our hearts one thread listening becoming — soft soil soaring infinte
pink and red
the first flowers red sunshine the big umbrella connecting to the ground matcha green finding beauty in the waiting trusting that song
blessing
let us give thanks-spring is here. it has been all the things: fierce and softunder our noses in our eyes and blessing us.
freedom feels
much
the truth is these days are so deliciously full when I sit out to think about words to capture it all there is no language for this just like there is no real language that can ever capture love and all it’s many forms or hate (for that matter) you know what it is by… Continue reading