for a beauty FULL post today on a Creative Life. And so it went. A Gentle Day.
i fed what used to be the Child Buddha Garden but now is the Cairn Garden. I fed it composted Earth
i added scoops to all the little Rock rooms….the Parsley wintered over.
as did some garlic and Flax
chocolate flowers too
the singing pig
Gentle stones Gentle Earth Gentle Day
i almost said this was about being Almost There. But then i realized that we are ALWAYS almost there and so, it's really just Going
Yes to what Cecelia wrote, this passage in particular: “Even if not one soul but us sees the beauty in a fine row of cabbages, or a sparkling kitchen, if we are the only ones who stare into a sunset for so long we forget our feet and frozen hands – we see it and that is enough. We create and cherish our own Creative Lives within ourselves. You don’t have to sell art to be an artist. No-one needs to see.”
And this idea of creating and cherishing our own creative lives within ourselves so deeply resonates with me and it ties in as well to my notion of Home and what we bring to it that makes it our own.
Your rocks, the colors, the shapes, I could sit down next to them and run my fingers over and over, feeling the veins, crannies, shapes; creating living art…
The cloth is simply exquisite as is. Will you stitch this cloth or leave it as is, hand drawn? It is breathtaking to me how you make a few strokes of your pen/pencil simply give us so much
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Marti i have no other words to say it , complete agree ,
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Most be u ti FULL everything–the rocks, the soil, the shape of things to come the cloth with it’s additions. BE U Ti FULL
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Marti’s words are as usual wonderful and exactly right.
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Wasn’t it just the most beautiful Post?
the cloth is as is. Just this. No stitching. A little
marking of Marked Cloth…
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wish you could come sit and recuperate here….
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her Gift, isn’t it so. and Celi.
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the colours in those rocks!!!
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yes, mine are all grey
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and almost all except for one, really, are very common
rocks here. I love to imagine what the Earth is like
under the surface we live upon….
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there is an arroyo down at Cabello lake that is probably one
of the most magical places i’ve ever seen, the most elegant
rocks, some of these came from there and too, so many
species of desert plants IN PROFUSION…it’s like Heaven.
i wouldn’t have any idea how to find it now…it was back
in the day that we just drove overland, not bothering
with roads..in a toyota car….he would say….Just GO!grace!
Don’t be afraid!!!!
i was always the driver
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intrepid travellers, love that “Just GO”grace! Don’t be afraid !” spoken from the relative safety of the passenger’s seat, you lived with a trickster for a while there for sure!
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yup. my best dream and my worst nightmare. or, as he would
change it…Your worst dream and your best nightmare.
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dangerously fascinating or is that fascinatingly dangerous, I lived with a man like that for a few years… may all those wild ones who are no longer with us Rest In Peace
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or, may the karmic obligation have been fulfilled
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I’m all caught up with reading again and pondering ‘how stuff will go . . . if you let it’ sometimes for the best if you keep you hands off it and sometimes, well, action had to be taken. And my rocks are all round gray river stones . . . so different.
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i know round grey River Stones from my childhood…
they hold so much, are so BeautyFull
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