beauty that moves

30 :: January

 

 

 

 

 

 

Today was a blur. With one week remaining until Whole Food Kitchen gets underway, I'm busy with details, loose ends, and final edits. I love this place. It feels exactly like the thirty minutes I try to give myself before company comes - a little time to light the candles, put on some music, and take a breath for all the hard work and care put into the preparations.

I hope to still visit here this week, but I'm not sure that's realistic. Company's coming... it's time for quiet centering and focused heart opening.  

27 :: january

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune--without the words, 
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.

- Emily Dickinson

This poem has been on my mind lately, then Melissa made some pretty tumblers and trays. Now one of them lives here and I haven't had a drink from anything else since it arrived. Hope.

May this weekend be good to all of us. xo

26 :: january

She was up early, buzzing around the house fluffing and straightening as she does - in her snowman jammies. Her preference for all things tidy often has me thinking she'd do well living with our family in Northern Maine. I'm sure not a cleaner house can be found than those in Northern Maine.

 

 

 

Playing around with a beautiful new lens. I hear it can do dreamy things, especially in low light. For now we are just getting acquainted. Funny thing about using a lens that you need to manually focus... you need decent vision to accomplish the task. I can't pretend anymore, me who has nearly maxed out the magnification offered by over the counter cheater glasses. I do think Dr. Goldstein and I will be seeing each other soon. He tells good jokes.

 

 

 I feel super organized when his lunch is prepared the night before. 

Sukha ate the very last chocolate chip cookie, something she's never had before (of course). Emily left it on the coffee table - perfectly placed at Sukha's nose level - while she talked on the phone to Pepere. Now there is a great debate going on between she and Adam over the injustice of it all... I don't think Sukha sees their point.

another day

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Another day to be grateful for. It wasn't too eventful, and not all perfect. There was worry mixed with laughter and so much more support than I could possibly have asked for. He's like that. It's cold again, a raw kind of cold. Layers of wool and down make it so much better. No real dinner tonight, just a little raw milk cheddar, sliced pear, and cabernet. A feast in most corners of the world. Listened to this beautiful tune many times. Can you imagine just sitting in the back of a car and making that kind of music? There I go with those short Hemingway sentences again... 

warmth :: thrifting :: pasta

Well, such is life in New England. Here today, gone tomorrow. This morning birds were singing and the air smelled of Spring. Damp, warm, muddy earth is one of the finest scents in the world. 

I've decided to add a new component to Whole Food Kitchen. (It is very fun to be in charge of these things!) In addition to the chock-full modules, there will be weekly giveaways for workshop attendees. Yay! I've spent the morning putting together giveaway packages and doing some ordering to fill those 'baskets.' All items will be carefully selected to suit the theme of Whole Food Kitchen - books, kitchen tools, holistic lifestyle items... it's been wonderful to dream up this little element (literally, I dreamt it) for participants. 

 

 

A little thrifting adventure between classes/lessons today. I've been trying to pull together a random collage of old paintings and illustrations for a while now, seeing these all in one spot, just as I had envisioned... perfect.

I did a good amount of writing while Emily was in classes - both being at places that do not have wifi so it was truly just writing. 

I skipped grocery shopping and came home early. He was making dinner for us which was so good - some type of pasta saute with mushrooms, onion, tomato, garlic, and something that I couldn't put my finger on which drove me nutty because I usually have a knack for identifying secret ingredients.

Now, they are playing basketball in the basement (!!), later we'll stream an episode of The Cosby Show, which Emily recently discovered.