Williamsburg…
Falls Run, Virginia.
If you need a pick me up…. Pick me up!
If per-chance you need to escape all the heat and settle down in a cafe and pretend it’s autumn I suggest you go grab this beauty first:
Or take it to the beach.
On a picnic.
AAAANNNDD certainly take it on an airplane!!!
Words like:
Being,
Fertile,
Fly,
Movement,
Organic,
Raw,
Reunion,
Seeking,
Tribe…
These are the words you find embedded in the images and stories of artists featured in this months issue of Artful Blogging.
It lights me up to delve into this.
To sink into the stories of other souls like mine.
I am pretty much freaking out that I had the deep privilege to be apart of this amazing magazine!!!
I have gawked and gandered at Artful Blogging for years, wishing one day, oh maybe one day I will be apart of it…
And I mean WHAT my name is on the cover??
It was such a lovely surprise to see when I opened it early on one perticularly bad August morning.
It gave me a deep sense of gratittude.
All the silent sewing into my passions leapt forth in a moment of shining brillance.
I have always been pretty shy about my work, because it is always so deeply me.
That to see my real life played out in these pages,
to see my words asking, willing, nudging those to seek the little bits of joy they can pull out of all the ordinary we see.
Gave me a new vigor for my voice and truthfully to begin AGAIN taking my own advice.
BE-deep within ALL the doing.
I am making less excuses and cherishing a little bit more these days.
So writing this was just as much a reminder to me and it is to you.
We ate pears and large chunks of cheese as we drank our warm red wine and smoked cheap cigarettes.
We laid under pine trees, like the ones I played in as a child and Ari sang to us while playing her acoustic guitar.
Everything seemed simple then.
I wasn’t in full swing grown up mode quite yet.
It was a spacious evening in a Tennessee vineyard surrounded by lovely ladies and one token man.
Take tiny pleasure trips: Write about the very simple pleasures all around us!
Escapee into the open: Write about what you really wish you could show or say to everyone.
Shake up your familiar scenes: Write about your morning routine with fresh eyes looking closely at its beauty.
(The images below are some amazing artists that I discovered in this issue. I swooned over the layers and colors in their art and stories.)
(This painting made me long for Asia.)
(The vividness of her images!!! Seriously gaze upon the beauty!)
(If I didn’t already want to take all that I have in savings and blow it an a massive traveling experience, NOW I REALLY WANT TO JUST PICK UP AND GO!)
You can purchase a copy HERE, read more about the above mentioned artists and MANY more down right ahhhhhhmazing people!
Tea photographed above is from the ever lovely Lindsay Luna. Best tea I have ever had and she packages it in the most magical way.
More images from when I visited Tennessee Here.
Resurrection Fern…
An ancient emerald temple whose floors were made of ferns and whose isles were made of rushing streams.
Whose pews were large boulders in the sun to which we spread our bodies.
Peace pouring out of our lips.
We whispered prayers up towards the sky.
But mostly we felt a hushed happiness as we wondered that old temple.
His eyes studying like they must have as a child.
Few words were spoken or even needed.
Hello Forth of July…
After long hours of country sides streaming into a blur outside of my window.
After picking wild flowers off the side of an on ramp.
After many sips of coffee and a book we tirelessly tried to listen to.
After many clock checks.
After many hours dreaming of being back in the soil of my childhood.
We were there.
Hurried hello’s and merry meetings all around my wonderfully large family.
Hours of lazy pool swims, much laughter with relatives I have longed to sit with and many fire works bursting.
Hello forth of july. Good bye Tennessee.
It was the shortest sweetest time with my love and my family.
But we have to soak in those short moments don’t we?
The ones that are so fleeting, so sparkling and fly by before we even blink.
We have to step back and then into them and let them be everything they want to be.
Oh those sweet moments I had been day dreaming about and that he so lovingly made come true we just what I needed.
Prosperitea…
“As a single footstep will not make a path on the earth,
so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind.
To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again.
To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives”
. -Henry David Thoreau
You must re-visit.
Over and over.
Come home and stay a while.