Thursday, November 17, 2011

~ the results. the baked goods... . .


the

r    e    s    u    l    t    s

the tangibles... .

the baked goods... .   .

in this life's

"  S    T    U    D    I    O  "




fired the

"Crackled Cherri  Pagoda  Tarts "


as life just keeps on stacking up.

layers of sweet cherries
between
layers of seemed hard crackled stone.


looking different
from each new angle.


sometimes
gathering together and forming
so many separate avenues of this current life.

many stories from the single voice.


so we then mingle & share.
our homes and lives and views.

what we did up 'til now.

showing bare our   b a s e   underneath.
our beaming proud cherries in between and on top at the moment.
piled with our inevitable layers of rock and lessons to balance.


so... .    .
could be time again to 

add   a n o t h e r   layer ~*~*~*  *

Friday, November 4, 2011

~ life as clay... . .


c   l   a   y ... .   .     .

the perfect malleable substance  ~


~ just   w a i t i n g

  for our warm and energized hands
to give it

l   i   f   e



a tangible expression
of... .

 u  s



yes.... .   .

this

c   l   a   y


is yet another
' m e t a p h o r '
for our own lives.


building and growing into a unique form
if we are so wise as to get out of the way
and let it reveal the

m  e  s  s  a  g  e

we strive a lifetime to find.


building a strong enough base
in which to support all the learnings & gatherings
that we pile on top
and make it through that

  h   o   t 

kiln firing without cracking.

finally stable enough
to balance the flourishes
that we so eagerly and enthusiastically
know are ours alone to display.

to feel it
 to offer up
 to see
who we are discovering
we have the

p  o  t  e  n  t  i  a  l

to become.


able to put our crowning

c  h  e  r  r  i  e  s

 on top ~


starting to stand tall in who we
discover ourselves to be~



and then... .   .

with what
 with whom
with which surroundings
 do we 

~   c  h  o  o  s  e   ~

 to stand with  ?




Saturday, September 10, 2011

~ blank canvas.. . .

~ ok

sorry it's been
 sooooo o  o    o
 long since writing.
trust me, no one feels it more than i.


so all this talk, my talk of change,
 or not...

just like my new ceramic pieces set in the kiln,
it's in the oven~

and i'm in there with it. i can tell.

it's time for the new taupe,
my new beige  ~ *


it was easy to just keep stepping back in
to the way things were.
(to my life, one's life, that is...)
to leave the props set up the same way.

yes, it still worked and was acceptable to most,
but....... .    .

it's finally time for one of my favorite quotes:

" And the day came when the risk to
remain tight in a bud was more painful
than the risk it took
to blossom. " 
                                                       ~ anais nin


Sunday, July 10, 2011

~ n e x t ... . . ?

~ s o ... .   .

what's next ?


~ our  life's

"  PROPS "

 are still set up.


the lights are  STILL  on

the garlands are   STILL strung

even the garnishing petals
are  STILL  scattered

~ just waiting
 to cushion our trusting bare feet ... .   .



our inspiration is 

t r u l y   &   g e n e r o u s l y

 all around... .   .


~ so do we... .   .

NEED  or  WANT

to change the props ?


.   . . ... or just step in ?



Saturday, May 28, 2011

~ changes... . .

change.
change.
change.


by now, this surely should be a
g  o  o  d
word to us all.

~our friend.

if not... .
the concept and it's reality
is truly rather painful, is it not?


standing in our
f e a r... .
we think changes will take us
further and further and further
away~

away from our safety. from ourselves. from our comfort.


b u t .... .   .       .

actually the REVERSE is true.

this dreaded
c h a n g e ~

is by divine 

'Life as we know it'/

 interruptus... .   .


.   . ...bringing us closer to what we want.
what we need.
what's comfortable.
what's good.
who we are at the core ~


even if we aren't yet ready to deal with the question of
'who we really are'... .   .

our essence will guide us.
it's only goal being to be true to itself.


the hard part being that we often travel the other way.

thinking... well, that's silly. that's too easy, so
that can't be it~


i must strive.
i must learn.
i must conform.
i truly must suffer for it.
( whatever the heck 'it' is... )


then be paid a lot for it.
 honored and rewarded for it.
and probably wear a white shirt while doing it.
and certainly don't equate happiness with it !

so.... .    .        .


now that we got these misnomers out of the way~


here's to what rings true for us.
what we feel compelled to pursue.
what we recognize as ourselves.
what we want and
what we love.
what we then want to share.


~ here's to our
chosen or happened 

.    .  . ..... c h a n g e ~ !




Thursday, April 28, 2011

~what feeds me... . . .

so ~

 i now know for sure
that
what feeds me...

is 


beauty.


~period.
*

period.




~~*  *     *
i will no longer make excuses for it.

nor view it as irresponsible or petty.


because... .    .


"Because the perception of beauty soothes the human heart."

and

of course
i'm not talking
an ego's worth.



i'm talking pure beauty.




the kind
that can't be explained.
the kind that flows
 t  h  r  o  u  g  h 
nature  &  people

*

not... .   .
 because of them.


the kind you can just taste
the minute you come upon it.
that seeps into your skin.
that flows over you like water.
that is pure art-form.
that is pure

un-explained

.  ...creation ~


done purely as a product of
i n s p i r a t i o n ~

to then, in turn

"     i  n  s  p  i  r  e    " 

whom-ever and what-ever 
comes in contact with it ~ *




~  so just stop.
 let it wash over you.


&
 please... .   .


just
s  o  a  k
 it in.

and do ~

do


.   . . ...enjoy ~*


Wednesday, April 20, 2011

~ magical flowers... . . .

So

.   . . ...what is it about these flowers ~  ?  ?  ?

.   . . ...about these colors ~  ?  ?  ?


.  . . ...why are they so
m a g i c a l
when we see them from a distance~
take a closer look~
want to bring them into our homes, into our own nests~ ???



seeing & choosing them from a wide range of sources
and bringing them inside with us...
 to live with us.


to the point of
simply enjoying...
and marveling...
at their entire being~


we draw them. we paint them. we try to understand them.


they're here to remind us ~*