I love what my son calls dead flowers aka cut flowers. I realize this week that I’ve slowly been collecting them from every place I go. Like a touchstone. A prayer of possibilities. Flowers are tricky because of the matrix of industrial flowers and all that. I am not here to preach because the world… Continue reading
Category: selflove
The daily flower
It’s always a pleasure to remix older bouquets. I think we’ve had these for close to a month. I just trimmed them and put them in a new container. The garden flowers are coming in but they seem so fragile -cosmos and roses. Or maybe I’m being precious because they are mine in a way… Continue reading
evolve
I have been writing more these days but not online or even on a devices. just in a notebook. multiple notebooks. some of the things I really enjoy and would like to explore and maybe will transfer it to a document and make it official or not. sometimes I think that just the act of… Continue reading
Making and loving
So I have been playing around. With no expectation or goal. Just joy. And it works for me. I think no matter what I want my work to feel joyful like visual lemonade to my soul. Yes there are parts that may read like flavored cod live oil (my version of a bad drink) but… Continue reading
what feels good
Sometimes for me life says —to get off the internets make a life worth living no matter what. You owe that to humanity. Be creative with your energy and your attention. Somehow in this confusion Find a way to feel worthy to find what feels good. And if possible share it with someone. I like… Continue reading
Accepting the glue
At some point it wasn’t enough Glue and paper At some point I wanted to be original And that was not bad but it wasn’t really what offered me comfort I think there is a place for creating original pieces of art (for the self or to sell) and there is a space of just… Continue reading
Walk on the water
Stop listening to voices that aren’t yours Voices that would make you doubt your purpose and power. Get the broom from the closet and sweep it all away. What remains is what belongs but if that feels too tight it’s okay to sweep again until the bones are healed and the foundation mended. Beyond words… Continue reading
The sweetness
You know what that you cannot run away from the broken things So you adjust your path and return with the healing oil. You pour it onto the soil of your bodies And become fragrant with green hope. The cleansing of the wind whispers in your soul. And you dance on the clay floor under… Continue reading
Good food
“Gratitude is the food life”- londrelle The sun is shining and I am here. Words are here, too but I have returned to myself more and my mind is no longer full of them. That is a blessing. So here I am. Watching the elm tree outside grow towards the light. sometimes the little leaves… Continue reading
Stopping to start
Take care of your own space inside and you will always be in alignment. However, if you find yourself bent out of shape and sorts gather what is yours and free yourself from what is not again. The heavens can hold other Peoples’s energies and selves better than your body so give it to them.… Continue reading