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Words like drifting petals~on a Sunday.

 
Words I've read reach into my heart sometimes like the silken petals from a fading flower...once spoken they drift and spin and settle in my psyche...some linger with me longer than others...

"This wine is too good for toast-drinking, my dear. You don't want to mix emotions up with a wine like that. You lose the taste." {The Sun Also Rises}

“I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.” {The Lovely Bones}

"She is the noor of my eyes and the sultan of my heart." {A Thousand Splendid Suns}

 I'm embarking upon a day of quietude.  I will read, water plants to rehydrate them (the poor things this winter weather!), I'll write in my manifestation journal, listen to music joyfully, pray, pray some more, go sledding with the kids.  I feel a big batch of soup coming on and a loaf of homemade bread too.  Enjoy your Sunday, best day of the week.

xo

 

Sunday, succotash, and sweetness.~

 

 

 

 

Today will be colouring on cardboard, chicken succotash (with gingered sweet potatoes), and snapping photos in the wood.  This morning was all of the above shown photos already; our resident five year old chef whipped up a culinary feast fit for royalty replete with pink icing pigs and white sugary ghosts on waffles!  Needless to say I passed on that and opted for the peanut butter on toast. 

Enjoy your beautiful day!! p.s.I switched comments back on after your kind emails.  Hey, I was trying to give you a break! thanks all, you are so kind xo

Sunshiney Sunday, the warmth is palpable...

...though it is barely over zero degrees.  We have had a warm week so far, so I won't complain.  But this first day of spring to me is sunshiney goodness. 

I woke this morning with thoughts of oatmeal, hot tea with mint, and freshly quartered seedless navel oranges.  So that is what I had for breakfast. I then worked out for an hour, 45 minutes uphill all the way on the treadmill...then 15 minutes of backwards really steep eliptical climbing. 

It pays to start them off good.  (Days, that is.) While still laying in bed this morning before I shifted myself to get up and start the day, my eyelids were awash with last nights dreams...yes, dreams.  {More than one.}  I always have an influx of lucidity when the seasons change.  I think the veil is super thin, allowing me {and you} major insight into the unseen.

As I slowly woke, my eyes kept closing and all I could see was a sea of purple.  Metallic purples, violets, grapes and plums.  They were vivid and bright and mystical.  I lingered...hoping my whole day would be painted with it's sparkling energy.  If that is any indication of how my spring will go, I'll take it.  And since now is all I have-I'll breathe, be methodical about my day so I don't waste a single now moment...and get it started.  Happy Sunday!

Things I'm doing today:

• hanging new Frida Kahlo art (courtesy of this woman and her amazing museum quality art prints) while waiting patiently for a match that was just ordered...hurry up postman!
• making vegetable soup from scratch
• fluffing, dusting & scenting the air with fragrance oils
• making a shadow box that will hold ancient Nabataean coins, polaroid pictures, jug handles from salvaged pottery pieces lying about at Petra, and frankincense
• listening to this. {repeatedly.}

xo