Dreaming across the mountains bright and early this morning and as my pen glides with mauve eyes across the page these words rise up from within...'let things come to you.'
I found a most magnificent thrift shop by the Quay. My latest treasures include a cropped crimson wool sweater, a teal pottery mug, such a lovely tarnished old silver mirror on a stand and a twangy ukulele for 7.00 that needs some fine tuning.
The other evening... I was chatting with a friend who had been so quiet the past few months. It occured to me there is something deeply loving in 'be'-ing present and compassionate to a beloved's silence. Often what feels unsayable needs only a gentle space to swim out into those currents between one another to be set free.
My new house has two rather magical rooms on the top floor with sloped ceilings and old wooden floors with windows on most sides ~ gables actually as well looking out to the front of the house and those stunning North Shore mountains. Well, I moved my studio from the spare room on the main floor to the smaller room upstairs. (the larger is already blessed with the energetic decorating, music and habitation of Tess, Noah and Emma when they come to visit.)
I don't know why I didn't choose this room straight away. I love the top floor with that treehouse view and flittering light beaming through the windows like stars. This morning writing in my journal with a blue candle for peace reminded me how lovely a room of one's own for small rituals truly is.
My daughter Tess is going Hawaii this week and little Romeo is coming to stay with us for a whole week. I love that little pug to bits!
Oh and ...I found a nest. Hidden up in the beams up by the old garage. Noah and his friend Alister climbed up a ladder and brought it down to me and now it is nestled in my studio on the shelves with other treasured flotsam and jetsam.
This afternoon I made a bracelet wrap of tiny sandalwood beads I brought back from India a few years ago. These strands are warmly scented ~ tender around my wrist.
these things....remind me of joy.