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9/28/12

I really, really love you

oh my dear friends, i just want you to know i am always reading your blogs and filling my heart up with your love and beauty. some of you women that i have found on here mean so much to me, you anchor certain parts of my dreams and reality, and i derive so much from seeing your photos and hearing your wise words, knowing what it is you observe in each day and each season. 

here are a few photos of my life on instagram lately....i am hoping to be back next week with more thoughts of my own. 

happy full moon, may it fill your dreams with big colors and bright stories.



9/21/12

and like that, she was gone

there are times when we get to see into something, further than we realize when we first look at it. sometimes it is difficult to see into those places - it takes prying or crying or begging, careful examination and speculation. then, sometimes, something is split open and set, glimmering and fresh, on the table before our very eyes, a pulsating heart glistens as we watch in wonder.





i first saw this viedo not too many nights ago on a couch in san francisco - a special sneak preview from ivan himself; i was wedged between several women and we watched and we cried. (this video is, of course, visually beautiful, as anyone can see. Sigur Rós is consistently heartwrenching and breath-taking). but this is so much more than that: this video (you see) is a dream come true - someone made this dream real and we get to SEE it. with our eyes.

it is an exceptional moment when an artist presents you with his or her art and tells you about it. these moments are rare, and thus exists the great and beloved mystery of art. in school i often wondered what emily dickinson would have thought of our tireless deconstruction of her poetry, demanding symbolism that grew from our own lives, not from hers. which brings me to this moment - in the living room, on the couch, in san francisco.

this project was an idea that first fluttered in ivan's heart, looking for ways to come out. ultimately, the contest gave it life - though it was not conceived for the contest. behind each moment and each movement there is meaning and symbolism. every artist does this and then feeds it to the rest of us and then we, in turn, devour this symbolism and digest it in our own systems, and the symbolism shifts to fit into our personal psyche. the symbolism begins to mean something important and profound to each of our selves while the original symbolism mutates to accommodate this. 

this video struck me as i watched it: here was one man's story that he dreamed, realized, created...and yet it seemed to sing to my very own heart, to my own processes in this moment, at this point in time.
  
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sometimes, even the sweetest love cannot tame our spirits. 
the waters run deep.

9/17/12

things that grow here

a few things i've managed to gather and make this past season:

my calendula patch is bursting. calendula was presented to me once in a psychic reading as a necessary medicine for my health. since then, i've had a special relationship with it and used it for lots of healing...i'm also a leo, and so calendula is part of my fiery/sun constitution. my beds of it look like earthen sunlight. i've been harvesting and drying it to make calendula oils. 


i also managed to make it down to the creek in chico last month in time to harvest the bountiful elderberries that grow there. they are currently steeping in brandy and honey in the shadowy shelves of my pantry. winter tincture preparations. 


this next project i started earlier in the summer....our land here is loaded with manzanita. in the springtime rains, the wood turns an amazing color of red - blood red manzanita magic. anytime i go for a walk, i collect endless sitcks because they have such pretty hues and such perfectly natural shapes. this piece i found and wanted to make a coat hook out of it. at first, i liked it as it was - but once i started sanding it, i was seduced by the soft and sensuous glow it took on. 


i sanded the whole piece and then (with help from my sweet man) oiled it; and he carved out small places so that we could screw the hooks onto a flat surface. 


i love it. it now hangs on the wall by our front door, complete with coats on it.


how about you? did you manage to make things with the summer bounty? i've noticed that sometimes, even unbeknownst to us, we are creating and benefiting from the season's offerings.

9/14/12

cosmic twins

i just found this nebula photograph online and had to pair it with my nebula jacket from the shop.


match made in heaven.

9/8/12

transitions

total madness ensued this week with the return of the school schedule. lunches, laundry, early mornings (alarms! ick!), long drives, short evenings, tired children. i did pretty well, though...i  managed to pack most of Asher's lunches the night before, and i discovered that if i lay out his outfit the night before, he gets up and puts it on right away, rather than cruising around in his underwear until right before we need to leave. one night i even pre-made pancake batter and kept it in the fridge for the morning. 

these are my changes, see? what small things can i do to make the larger things easier?

already the contrast from summer to fall is so clear - my long days of endless lounging are now behind me, slowly simmering and fading with the season. now, this friday (today) was pure gold - a treasure at the end of the tunnel. tgif to the max.


a few photos from the other evening; parts of my home and myself in this moment between seasons. 

the man of the house built this porch bathtub the other day, which i must admit is just as wonderful as it sounds. such a treat will be useful in all seasons. really, i'm so excited for fall. not just because we can wear layers and boots and sweaters and socks, but because it means it's time for renewal, again - as every change in season reminds us. time to clean the closets, to let go of what we don't need, and - above all - to make warm soup for everyone. 

9/5/12

ooh la la

i just found these photos for a french lingerie exhibit that was held at the Espace Pierre Cardin in Paris this past july. lingerie! paris! pierre cardin! swoon. supreme eye-candy:


9/3/12

the wild wild winds

life has been moving swiftly in this late-summer moment, suddenly the air and earth are more ripe with autumn, more gold with its promise. i've been here and there...most recently escaped quickly and quietly to the bay area for foggy beach adventures and delicious restaurants, late mornings and luscious flowers.


i actually enjoyed being able to bundle up in jeans and jacket, boots and blankets and sit in such a different climate. california is so incredible. my corner of california is so different than this one.


 
it's difficult to catch up on ones internetting when one takes a few days off! amazing. my mind is full of ideas and lists - things to make, things to shift, things to write, ways to thrive. 

this guy is back-to-school tomorrow, so that's my most important project, and then hopefully back to my land of vintage and creations and blogging with all of YOU.