Friday, November 25, 2011

{~ of giving thanks.. .}

"my heart walks with you"
10, 000 BC


a day of giving thanks
{& seeking hope!}

because the greatest gift we have is each other
{& doing good - for good can only come from good)

{& remembering}
the hum of her graceful heart!
{"that is fitting, she walks from an angel's perch!" a Hallmark movie :) }

today is,
a quiet grace,
& you

{Happy Thanksgiving!}

Thursday, November 24, 2011

~ sewing.. .{& sowing!}

a cold & blustery run, piercing windchills, warm windowsills,
& thinking of this quote from Waterworld,

"i've travelled farther than most men have dreamed!"

which has happened to me not because i sought a journey, but because i chose a path.. .& it made me think that,

our lives don't belong to us, we share them with each other.
{we sway, we pull, we impact, we inspire, we educate, we illuminate}

for we sow, as much as we are sown, & we sew as much as we are sewn (one involves the planting & cultivating of our talents, & one is the mending & binding & making of dreams)

& they fill our hearts with warmth

{oh the lovely paths we walk!}

happy days dear hearts!

Monday, November 21, 2011

~ come for a wander.. .

this bright earth,
i feel her murmur in my heart,
& she reminds me to keep going/keep searching,
find truth in all its beauty!!!

{my Mum's uncle used to say his parents ~Mum's grandparents~ were "truthseekers", oh thats what i want to be!}

Saturday, November 19, 2011

~ a tide of white lace,


this morning we woke up to a blanket of the most beautiful crisp white stillness, & began the day with wisps & drifts of snow falling gently from the treetops as the swaying wind shook them. it is truly a beautiful thing, to see the flakes as they tumble from the sky, each one a tiny particle of lace, unique works of art - little treasures to adorn the earth.

sending gentle drifts of snow to you today,

Friday, November 18, 2011

~ today,

{the sound of her footprints
the rubies she brings}

is our footfall over crumpled leaves, a canopy of maps{that adorn the bare trees like a waterway of river fissures or the contour of an oceanic tide}, our world a whir of colour & a wealth of form, patterns, pieces, the ability to envision what could be through exersion & labour, putting loveliness into the trudge, & the laughter of babies.. .

sending wishes upon the wind & whispers through the treetops for you tonight!!! (hugs!)