I am hoping this may be my last photograph in my living room wherein you see the walls painted Indian crimson. Any day now, ANY day! I am painting this sunny, hummy room a very lovely pale shade of turquoise. I can't believe it has taken me so long to decide but oftentimes the soul must have it's way in it's articulation of color and finding an elusive, most perfect tint is something you have to sit down and wait for until you feel it so strongly enough that you are moved to act. Was that a run on sentence? I think so but nonetheless, turquoise it is. I can't wait to share it with you.
Oh, this was such a perfect, one of a kind weekend. I gathered up my little tribe of (almost grown) children (including my son's girlfriend) and we headed up the sea to sky highway to Whistler for a few days of looking at trees, admiring waterfalls, embarking on enthralling hikes and eating lots of happy meals in a little tree house in the sky by the side of the mountain. One afternoon I experienced such a gorgeous swim in a silky, glacial glinty, mountain lake ~ I slipped into the icy realm and just kept gliding through the water with a sharp intake of my breath, heart pounding, (sensing things running much deeper than the surface), no voice, no thoughts just pure grace of movement, sun glints on my skin, my hair flowing auburn beneath the jade green. Most exhilarating in it's sensual freedom, a sort of ancient ecstasy.
Beautiful, beautiful! My eyes barely registered the sandy beach fading into a handful of emerald forests swept up into the arms of mountain. The experience felt like a love letter to my body, the way yoga feels at it's very best when the mind and body yolk some raw essence deep within. But far lovelier really, with all the mysterious water, a primal birth of soul.
Autumn is singing songs of blueberry berets, pumpkin pancakes and spicy lattes in the sweet air and I am a jumble of poetry and jazz and stray summer blossoms. A little note for your consideration ~ the cut off date for the October registrations of 'my sweet muse' and 'infinite love' daily love letters is September 22 as I will be departing shortly after for England and fully intend to be offline for the most part. Hooooopla!
in song,
with love,
Maddie
pst! Eliza and Madelyn ~ so awesome!
Oh, the turquoise should be delectable in the sunny space you have! That swim sounds utterly magical too- sounds like you had a marvelous trip this weekend!!
ReplyDeleteha! i've been thinking of repainting my little office/studio in the same color family. mostly because i've been a bit obsessed with the ocean.
ReplyDeleteswimming out deep is one of the best things there is, isn't it?
and you are going to rock some pants--socks?--in england, woman!
I love turquoise! It's my absolute favorite color!
ReplyDeleteI've been reading back through your blog over the last few days in a way I haven't in a while. I've been feeling down, out-of-sorts, stressed, and very depressed lately, and your blog works more magic on me than my medication! Your words have such a calming influence on the mind and heart. Thank you for teaching me to listen to my own soul and pay attention to what it wants.
I think a swim in that water would be such bliss. Glad you are painting your walls and not because I dislike the Indian crimson, in fact I love it- but because you are becoming the change you seek. Whenever I see Turquoise I think of it as your colour.
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ReplyDeletemy family room walls are the same Indian Crimson & I love it ... it feels like a little jewel box ~ turquoise sounds gorgeous as well ♥
especially after your amazing weekend swim.
Oh, I am betting the turquoise will do wonders! The swim sounds divine. Glad you had a blessed time. Wishng you all the best on your trip to England. We hope to make it there one day soon.
ReplyDeleteWhen are you flying to England? So wish I was going to be meeting you there.... I'd leap on a plane in a heartbeat :) xx
ReplyDeleteyou are most lovely. the kids are back in school and i am just now able to take the time to relish the perfect details of the special gifts (you know what i am referring to) -- delicious, heavenly tea to sip while writing in a lovely journal and admiring a bracelet on my wrist. i am taking photos. i will post soon. i have something for you. although it may seem like i have forgotten, i have not. i just can't keep up with life.
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