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good stuff


spring finally arrived






and this happened






My work is featured in the summer issue of Artful Blogging Magazine.  Whole lot of gratitude to Shawna Lemay for the writing prompt.  Her blog is always so thought provoking.   This beautiful publication, reads more like a book than a magazine and it’s chock full of wonderful inspiration.  Happy to be in the company of such talented people. Kind of a dream come true.


speaking of inspiration and dreams


The lovely and amazing Kelly Ishmael turned me on to this gorgeous book – Floret Farm’s Cut Flower Garden by Erin Benzakein with Julie Chai.  Photos by Michele M. Waite.  All about growing, harvesting and arranging seasonal flowers.  Wonderful information and the photos are to die for.


How sweet is this??



Even Mozart was impressed!

Chloe Lemay is an art student at Sheridan College, soon to be majoring in cartoon/animation.  She did this adorable image of Mozart and I just love it!  He will be appearing at the end of each blog post from now on.  You may view more of Chloe’s wonderful, whimsical work HERE.   Word is that she will be doing commissions this summer if anyone is interested.


I’ll leave you with these beautiful words found on Calm Things a while back.

Wishing you all good stuff!


“The Monk Manifesto: Seven Principles for Living with Deep Intention by Christine Valters Paintner.

The Monk Manifesto 

  1. I commit to finding moments each day for silence and solitude, to make space for another voice to be heard, and to resist a culture of noise and constant stimulation.
  2. I commit to radical acts of hospitality by welcoming the stranger both without and within. I recognize that when I make space inside my heart for the unclaimed parts of myself, I cultivate compassion and the ability to accept those places in others.
  3. I commit to cultivating community by finding kindred spirits along the path, soul friends with whom I can share my deepest longings, and mentors who can offer guidance and wisdom for the journey.
  4. I commit to cultivating awareness of my kinship with creation and a healthy asceticism by discerning my use of energy and things, letting go of what does not help nature to flourish.
  5. I commit to bringing myself fully present to the work I do, whether paid or unpaid, holding a heart of gratitude for the ability to express my gifts in the world in meaningful ways.
  6. I commit to rhythms of rest and renewal through the regular practice of Sabbath and resist a culture of busyness that measures my worth by what I do.
  7. I commit to a lifetime of ongoing conversion and transformation, recognizing that I am always on a journey with both gifts and limitations.

seeking beauty



I’m over HERE today,
talking about beauty.

How do you define beauty?

and here we are



a bright shiny new year
a clean canvas
a new start, maybe?
I remain hopeful

I never make resolutions, I’m not into choosing a word for the year
but I came across this letter recently (thank you, Shawna), written by Sol Lewitt to the artist, Eva Hesse
I think it could apply to any type of artist –

“Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just DO!
…If you fear, make it work for you – draw & paint your fear and anxiety. And stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistant [sic] approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end.” You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to DO!”

“Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world. If you fear, make it work for you – draw & paint your fear and anxiety…”

“Just do”
my new mantra for 2016

Happy New Year!

slowing to a silence



Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment when, nothing happens
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list
maybe half a moment the rush of traffic stops.
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be
slows to silence,
the white cotton curtains hanging still.
~ Marie Howe

Don’t you just love days like that? I had one yesterday and it was perfectly lovely. So nice to have no plans, to just improv each moment. I found Marie Howe’s poem on Shawna Lemay’s blog and I tucked it away in my notes, hoping to have the opportunity to use it here. It’s no secret that I am a big fan of her site. In this often narcissistic world of social media, her blog is a breath of fresh air. Her posts are educational and thought provoking, not to mention, visually stimulating.

Which leads me to this book I’m currently reading. “Rumi and the Red Handbag” is Shawna’s sparkling new novel and I spent the morning wrapped up in it. Its a short novel, only 140 pages, but what a “capacious hold all” of a book (if you read it, you will get the reference). I’m taking my time, savoring the words, highlighting passages, jotting down notes on little sticky pads, just as I imagine her character, Shaya might do. This is truly a book to savor and I believe its going to become a new classic, one that will surely put Shawna on the map..actually it already has.

Currently on so many prestigious recommended reading lists, including HERE and HERE.

A beautiful journey,
A soulful read,
it just is.

and I just thought I’d share it with you.

moving forward



happy dance

the last ones


basket of spring

hello may.jpg

dogwood dreams


Just before the green begins there is the hint of green
a blush of color, and the red buds thicken
the ends of the maple’s branches and everything
is poised before the start of a new world,
which is really the same world
just moving forward from bud
to flower to blossom to fruit
to harvest to sweet sleep, and the roots
await the next signal, every signal
every call a miracle and the switchboard
is lighting up and the operators are
standing by in the pledge drive we’ve
all been listening to: Go make the call.

~ Stuart Kestenbaum
“April Prayer”

Sometimes you get lucky and you discover that perfect poem…I read this on my friend Shawna’s Site and had to share it with you.

I made the call.

Hello May

So good to see you!