Tuesday, July 8

every picture. a story.


Your comments encourage me, you know that don't you?

Times like this week -- oh hell, times like all the time-- when I am floating about and have truly nothing to share that you haven't heard before I'll come across one of your lovely notes (am looking at you, kathy) and think okay, maybe it simply helps to get a glimpse of someone else's day.

I am headed to yoga in exactly 24 minutes so this will likely be a hit and run prompted by what I'm seeing in these photos.

Above? Taken a few weeks back when the rose bushes behind my office burst into bloom.  These are the very (very!) thorny roses that are wild, fragrant and worth every band-aid to bring home. The glass bottles are part of the ridiculous collection of small old bottles I have collected over the years.

The H from the word HOME that sits prominently above the mantel which I find rather grounding-- odd, I know (but then, I have the words, "strength, trust, authenticity" scribbled on a scrap of paper and stuck to my fridge-- so there you have it.

Words, all by themselves they support me, somehow.

Oh, most important in the image above?  That sweetest wee sheep that was a gift from my dear friend Noelle who knows and loves me so well.


And this? Taken minutes ago. A picture tells a story, yes? Bowl empty of watermelon cubes that were cold and sweet. Dog bed empty as Oliver much prefers the cool and dark of my back bedroom these summer afternoons. Ah, but the fan is not running . .. which means as I type to you there is that oh so goddess-y breeze that we wait all winter for.

You know, that breeze that reminds you ever so gently that everything is exactly right and there's nothing to do in this moment but feel the touch of this air move across your skin.



My best effort to help you feel the breeze.

8 minutes left until I pull on some yoga gear, sling my mat across my shoulder and walk to class.

Things that make me unreasonably happy:  dill in my bouquet. Yes. Dill. In my bouquet.

I have been smiling about this for days. I got it from the farmer's market on Saturday as I wandered about with a friend visiting from L.A. who is here doing a summer intensive of classes at RISD.



Perhaps nothingness is the secret source 
from which all beginning springs
~ John O'Donohue, Beauty

et voila, c'est tout -- il faut que je m'en aie!
bisous, e

18 comments:

  1. A glimpse of your day, your life, your home makes me happier than I can say. XO!

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  2. The roses- with the fat little buds in those jars- so sweet!! I felt the breeze, honestly...;) I may steal a tip from you and allow words to guide me again- love this practice!! And, you may not know this, but I have such deep and abiding love for John O'Donohue...sigh...be still my heart, his words just echo in my soul, you know? xoxo

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    1. oh he is the MAN for sure!!!! wish he hadn't up and died so damn young . .. boo

      XOXOXOOX

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  3. When I first opened the post I thought the picture of the roses was a painting. So beautiful! Since I also collect old bottles I may just have to copy it :) Your words always inspire me!

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    1. oh Brenda THANK you!!! that makes me smile so big-- you have no idea!!! oxoxox

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  4. Your words and your photos - your perspective - help me more than you can know when I'm stuck in the dreary office, drowning in paperwork. I have plans to get to a job, to a life, that is fulfilling, not drudgery, but it's going to take some time. Your blog(s) sustain me when it seems like that day will never come. Thank you for that.

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    1. oh Chris-- I have walked that walk with you-- I was in a engineering/manufacturing company for 7 years-- that felt like dog years . . each day so long-- wondering, what am I doing here? but it all has meaning-- it does-- and I hold the vision for you to find the life in your days that fills your heart--- bring beauty into your desk, onto your desktop, keep images, smells, talismans close by that feed your spirit. Some books that really helped me: The Artists Way, Beauty (John O'Donohue), Anatomy of Desire by Gina Lake sending you big love!!!

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    2. I'm going to get those books right now. And tomorrow I'm taking a small bouquet of wildflowers to my desk. Such a great idea, keeping talismans close. Thank you so much!

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    3. oh yes-- shells, stones, I rip images from magazines, words--- tucking little encouragement to yourself-- it can do wonders!! even if you can't find the actual object-- you can google it in google images and find one you like--- or there's always pinterest, too for finding images that support you. you might also enjoy Sonia Choquette xoxo

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  5. You are the guide for me, my dear. I follow you and hope that some of the magic falls to the path so I can gather it up. Those roses are pure beauty. I have fresh flowers on my dining room table right now and they make me so, so happy. I hope your yoga was lovely and your day followed suit! xoxoxox

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    1. Can't wait til we meet in person, my friend!! fresh flowers are the thing for sure-- hope your summer is giving you space and time to BREATHE after that busy full year you just had . .. . XOXOX, e

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  6. i know what you mean about the support of words, yes. and all these stories tucked into your heart which you've now shared with us...thank you for this glimpse.
    hope yoga was wonderful. and thinking i might try dill in a bouquet sometime ;)
    xo

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    1. oh you will LOVE dill in the bouquet-- it lasts so long and is so pretty!! xoxo

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  7. I agree with everyone. No pressure, but when I come here and there isn't a new post I scramble to your other blogs looking for something. No matter what you post about, I'm in. The pictures you show....all beautiful and inspiring. Your blog is my internet oasis. I can feel it all and that goes for the textures in your apartment and your words. You are inspiring in a way that seems attainable. Yes, I can get some flowers. Yes, I can read some poetry. Yes, I can marvel at the breeze. Yes, I can get some watermelon too. You are a real person, a beautiful person and yet I never feel that sinking envy I sometimes feel when I am on other blogs. I think it is because you open the door and let us in....you allow me to see how it really is the little things that make a life. Even though I have never met you and we are miles apart....I feel like you let me in and I don't know about other people, but when you are like me and often feel like an outsider, being let in is like being handed the world. Thank you.

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    1. Laura!!! hello POET woman <--- You! Could you have written a more poetic comment? (rhetorical!)

      Seriously-- I need to print this out as I feel that gentle connection and am so glad what I sometimes toss off as "mundane/why bother" is received as open, welcoming, supportive.

      My life is super simple. And the funny thing is, the more I sink into each bit of it, the moment, the flowers, the breeze, the light, a particular plate or cold crisp watermelon on a hot day-- it feels bigger-- it's crazy. I think it's all about the focus-- and it means the world to me that this connects with your spiriit. Makes me feel less alone, too as sometimes I see the deluge of twitter, facebook etc and wonder how I can be so out of it-- and it is nice to know there are kindred out there and we are all popping our heads up from our little corners of the world-- bobbing our head, yes. :)

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  8. Yes, I agree so whole-heartedly with Laura...It is such a delightful blessing to come here and find you have had time to write to us, give us a glimpse into your day. I feel even more so since taking your "Magic of Myth" class where we were actually lucky enough to have a video message from you; I really miss it. Always, after visiting here I find I've been touched by a bit of the divine. Seriously. I think it comes from the honesty you reveals to us: the roses that are wild and thorny, the goddess-y breeze, the cherished gift. These are things we can all identify with, and in so doing, we find ourselves...accepted, let in, as Laura said. We can be here and belong here. We can see our own special beauty by seeing the beauty of real life through your eyes. Those other blogs, the ones filled with fondant-coated birthday cakes from scratch and other things I'd never have the ability (or patience) to tackle, are entertaining, but leave me feeling empty. Never do I feel empty here. I always feel filled up, because in reflection I see how what I have around me, right here--like Dorothy Gale--is all I need to be happy.

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    1. Dorothy Gale!!!! Wow-- I never thought of her by her full name-- LOVE that. Dorothy Gale. So fun. Maybe because I have never actually READ the Oz books . . . I am thinking I better rectify that. THANK you kathy!! thank you thank you thank you THANK you!! my heart is full. xooxoxox, e

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thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me-- I love that you stopped by and hope something I shared was what you needed today. xo, e