The magic of morning crept through my window and I came alive under her spell.
Fresh herbs growing on the potting table, patina pots and warm sunshine are my favorite parts of summer.
A little something, something I’m working on for my Etsy shop, little cards and envelopes made from a collage of lovely images, professionally printed by Tiny Prints.
Wishing you a zenful day…
Just finished my daily Yoga session. Feeling kind of spacey, no-words just a little pictorial meditation.
A flicker of inspiration is twinkling in my brain. It must be the gorgeous weather we’re having. Some say it’s too hot but I am at my best when the weather is hot, wearing nothing more than a tank top and shorts, no shoes, no sleeves, nothing to confine me.
I have a million pictures and dozens of quotes traveling through my brain as a quiet breeze blows through my window.
“believe in the magic and your dreams will follow”
Had a great weekend up-north- came home to a garden full of surprises.
Peony flowers are my fave and this yummy shade of red fades to a soft pink in the warm sun. Love, love…
Love the wispy stems that end with an explosion of pink. It doesn’t get much better than this…
chive, chive and more chives, they’ve taken over my garden with a vengeance. I love the fresh green stem topped with a bulging head filled with potential, just waiting to explode.
This is the end of our tour and the start to a Monday full of potential.
BTW speaking of potential
she’s lovely and listed
The light filtered through my window in such a way that I became engaged, motivated, no, compelled to capture it’s essence. One click and it was done, the color, the moment, the magic only lasted for a minute or two before the morning light took on another position. It morphed itself into something benign.
If you wait long enough anything will change. It happens when you’re not looking, at night when you are fast asleep but sometimes the transformation takes place right in front of your eyes.
One of my roles in the family is peacemaker or it maybe better defined as channel master. I listen, I talk and then I defuse the situation. It’s not as simple as all that and it doesn’t work half the time but I always give it my best shot. I’m comfortable in that role most days except a day like today, when all I want is to be my own guide, my own channel master. To have time to listen to me and then quickly change the channel if I don’t like the feature presentation.
The act of writing/typing this on-line diary is a revelation for me. I start out on one subject and then quickly change to something entirely different. It’s a great opportunity to reveal my inner most thoughts. What starts out as a quick post becomes a river of words which are the deepest aspect of who I am at this very moment. I’m so glad I have someone to share them with.
Yesterday morning I awoke to the sound of black birds squabbling over the last of the winter berries and a cupboard completely devoid of anything edible. No matter how much I detest a trip down the isles of my local grocery store it’s impossible to put it off for even one more day.
I don’t check the cupboards, make lists or have even the vaguest idea of what is on the menu for the up-coming week when I set out on my shopping trip. I wander through the isles with everything but cooking on my mind. I look at the young woman pushing the cart in front of me and wonder. Does she walk like that because her jeans are too tight or does she have a genuine disability? Is that guy with the cart full of beer and cookies having a party or does he eat like that on a regular basis? I sniff the laundry detergent in an attempt to find something that doesn’t make my clothes smell like wilted flowers or some other offensive aroma. I look down at my cart and notice that so far I’ve managed to toss a tube of mascara and a bottle of advil into my cart, no fixins for dinner or anything remotely edible has come close to this four-wheeled basket that’s in desperate need of a front end alignment.
After another hour or so of wandering through the isles, noticing the loose tiles on the floor and savoring the smell of freshly ground coffee beans, I do manage to secure a few items worthy of consumption. This mix in my basket doesn’t resemble anything that would make a meal but it inspires me to go home and create something warm and fresh with a little spice.
A carton of organic chicken broth set to boil, a cup or so of chipotle bisque, ( I never measure anything) a quarter box of frozen corn-the kind with both white and yellow kernels, stir-fried chicken strips, dance in the pot for a few minutes before I add some brown rice and a handful of spices. It smells okay, earthy but not quite finished-the toppers are the best part. A handful of cilantro, a half dozen chips, a few slices of avacado-soft and creamy but not too ripe and a large spoonful of fresh salsa… whala, I have a bowlful of the most delisc bohemian soup ever-tasted,well at least I think so.
It’s earthy, spicey and more importantly, edible. I don’t like to cook unless I can experiment with whatever ingredients sound good to me at the time. I know what I need to eat in order to feel good for the day but the whole idea of going to the store and figuring out what to buy is painful. If only I would have thought beyond last nights dinner and bought something for breakfast this morning, this rainy day- hovering just above 40 degrees wouldn’t be so challenging to maneuver, maybe next shopping trip. 😉
My Vintage Santa loves the new snow
I’ve been away for a few days. No I wasn’t traveling, shopping or having some fun. A little flu bug decided to visit me but I think he’s moving out and not any too soon. This next week is loaded, I’m working extra hours, have several holiday parties, a polital rally for a friend running for State Rep and I haven’t wrapped a thing. I’m sure most of you are in the same boat.
I love the Holidays and so want to take a little time to enjoy everything it has to offer. I’ts with that spirit that I share a couple of my favorite Holiday window dispays with you.
Saks Fifth Avenue- so whimsical and fun!
Bergdorf Goodman- I love this winter fantasy!
Through my office window-It may not scream Christmas but it’s festive and fun.
Enjoy your day.
Light sparkles through dew drops as they gingerly cling to life, a multitude of colors dance about in the damp air, as I vow to never let the beauty of nature get old and unappreciated. It’s so easy to just walk by, unaware because our focus is someplace else, the bills that are due next week, the car that needs new tires, dentist appointments that need to be made and the fact that the dog is over due for her shots. So much to think about and so little time to enjoy simple pleasures. We feel as though there is no time to indulge in a blissful moment, or notice a beautiful landscape, a kind gesture from a friend, or the belly laugh of a child. But there is always time for things that feed the soul and allow our better side to emerge. There is always time….
I took this image a few weeks ago but hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate the rainbow of colors or the simple beauty of reflection until now. I find myself so into the details or what’s coming next that I forget to just purely live in the beauty of a simple moment and breath in everything it has to offer.
I know this is hard for many right now because things are so difficult. But even in difficult times there is beauty, people with kind hearts, a red cardinal in the tree and Christmas lights twinkling throughout the neighborhood. At this very moment I am looking out my window at a small strand of lights wrapped around a tiny potted tree on my porch and I can hear the story of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer playing in the background. This is my time-my moment.
You can find this image and my story at Studiopink.
Every morning I wrap my fingers around a toasty cup of coffee and step outside to watch the day begin. I ponder the mist rising above the sleepy woodland, the leaves rotting on the forest floor, the air thick and damp allowing a generous coat of green moss to prosper.
This is the moment I fall in love with the day, silent, hopeful and posed with the unknown. With the steam rising from my cup, I give thanks for my life and everyone in it. I close my eyes and breathe in the heavy air. I’m thoughtful, thankful and ready for the day to begin.
I give thanks for my life and everyone in it…
Happy Thanksgiving, my friends