The space I need

Balance

order

simplicity

in a space 

inspires 

and motivates

the words

flow and fill up the void

and bring

warmth 

flooding my spirit

making sense of all 

the feelings

and thoughts 

that clutter

grey matter

a purpose 

for dreaming 

the complete work

I love photographs that inspire me. They usually reflect beauty... whether it is the subject or composition, it is typically a space where I would feel comfortable to write or dream or to just simply be. These two photographs do this for me. The balance I see in the simple stacking of smooth stones encourages me to focus and unclutter and meditate. The writing desk looks like a cozy, bright spot where I would love to write. I have always loved "bookshelf walls"... one day I want a room such as this. To be surrounded by books with a simple desk and chair... this is happiness. These are my dream spaces...

LOVE....

there is greatness in every moment

"I am compelled by some deep hunger of the soul, driven by a desire that will not leave me alone, to live life to the fullest. And I know this does not mean working endlessly, accomplishing the most, or consuming the greatest amount and variety of things and experiences. It means tasting each mouthful, feeling each breath, listening to each song, being awake and aware of each moment as it unfolds.” ~ Oriah Mountain Dreamer


If you are anything like me, what you set out to do on any given day, may or may not be what you are checking off your list at the end of the day. For me, I am living my life in the interrupted moments, rather than in the tasks and planned activities. When you have children ... when you have babies... this is just how it is. Sometimes I need a gentle reminder that greatness is not just reserved for the grand. My accomplishments currently are not really interesting, they do not result in a financial windfall. My recognition and praise come in the form of hugs from little arms, smiles from the faces I know best and frequently a piece of artwork that I display with pride in my home gallery (AKA refrigerator). A lot of my time, day and night, is spent breastfeeding my newest little creation. At three and a half weeks old his schedule is quite demanding. But, I alone am sustaining his life. I am so proud when someone comments that he is getting bigger, that his cheeks are looking chubbier. All of the time I spend snuggling with this little guy and nourishing him from my own body is well spent. It may not be very interesting to most, and I battle feeling shut off from the rest of the world, but then I look at his sweet face and marvel at each of his breaths. This is life. This is living. These moments are mine and his and there is nothing more important, nothing I'd rather be doing.


LOVE...

Present

Does the rain make you feel more alive?
Do the wind and fire remind you of your breath?
Does the water's coolness bathe you in the knowledge that you are present and belonging to this moment?

Stopping, breathing deeply, releasing gratitude for life... shouting it. Thank you!
My babies are here with me. Created for purpose. So lovely in their uniqueness. They look out into future with eyes beautiful and pure and open for all that is before them.
I am ablaze with passion for this life. I have gifts as simple as breathing and as complex as thought. My time is now. I am simultaneously placed living beside you, with you. Our partnership in this time is my focus and I am blessed by it. So blessed. Embracing it all in its completeness. A collective intake and exhale... intricate parts weaved to produce this present moment. I spectate in awe and participate gladly. I am honored to have membership in this life.