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Wednesday, 26 June 2024
"Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?"
"Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?"
"Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,"
"with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?"
Excerpt from Peonies by Mary Oliver
Tuesday, 25 April 2023
Guess you can say I’ve felt stuck lately, creatively speaking. Overthinking, doubting, worrying. Instagram as a platform hasn’t helped. I often have a nagging feeling there of not fitting in, not wanting to show up as a talking head in stories, create a curated feed, do the tricks that should in theory make your work seen. I feel it all alienates from the heart that’s beating inside, the unique voice that each of us has. But I continue to show up because of the beautiful people around, and a childlike desire to say, hi, look what I made.
One of those gems I’ve connected with on IG is the incredible photographer and creator of soulful images, Kelle Sauer. Last night I found myself over on her site It's All a Love Story, reading through every post she had written from the heart so far. And something seemed to lift in me, a yearning to get in touch with the core again, become lost in the light, simply play without a single thought in the back of the mind about where whatever it is I am creating will be of use or fit in nicely. Simply to focus on whatever I find of beauty in the moment and let it open windows into new ways of seeing.
So, today I found myself doing just that, a bunch of soon-to-be fading ranunculus serving as my muse. In the midst of the flow, continuing despite the odd thought of “am I over-romanticising here” trying to interfere, and with it all a sense of oh how I’ve missed this, how I’ve needed this without quite realizing how much.
The window open to the backyard, birdsong providing the soundtrack, spring light flickering through the curtains, lost in its own play too. Almost like touching something eternal for a fleeting moment.
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Friday, 21 April 2023
Injecting some life into this place
& saying it with flowers –
have a beautiful weekend!
x
Sunday, 2 August 2020
"𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜,
𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎,
𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎
𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚔
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍
- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖
𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 –
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
– 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 –
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 –
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐."
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎
𝙿.𝚂. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔,
𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.
𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.
𝙱𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚜,
𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎,
𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚎
𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚔
𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛
𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚜,
𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍
- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖
𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚢
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚖
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 –
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎
– 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 –
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑 –
𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐."
𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙾𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝙻𝚞𝚔𝚎
𝙿.𝚂. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚐,
𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔,
𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗.
𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜.
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