Creating Memories

Just got tickets to see Patty Griffin in October. Bruce, my concert buddy, says he didn't realize how much of a crush I have on her. I guess you could call it that. A crush does kind of define the ways someone can make you feel. When she sings, I fly, and the world has this crisp realness that, especially in it's most sorrowful and darkest moments, makes me understand love and hope and reminds me of who I truly am. That's also my definition of Sacred.

Cave Laundry

The thing about doing laundry in an apartment or laundromat vs your house (other than all the quarters you have to steal from your coin jar that will, now, never add up the way they used to) is this.... TIME. You can't just leave it and come back after you've taken Lorca out for a good run around the lake or down the Burke. There are no servants to switch it from washer to dryer before the next tenant gets there and piles everything up on the top of something or, god forbid, the floor. So when I have every other day off, like this coming week, I do my best to remember that every day is a Friday AND a Monday and just flow with it. Besides, it's still early and two loads of laundry won't take my ENTIRE Sunday. We'll head out when it's cooler or maybe it's a day for Discovery Park. In the meantime, or can we say kindtime instead, I'll go pick luscious cucumbers from the garden and eat some Arugula.

Solitude

I am an introvert. More and more I'm beginning to understand what that means in my world. In me there is an ever deepening awareness of the complexities of my love for solitude and my desire for relationship and the bonding of those two pieces of who I am. My friend Jade always reminded me of this Balance. I'm realizing this Balance requires creativity and openness and deep thought and compassion for myself and those in my life. Within these realizations I'm coming to grips with my own learning curves about it. My developing understanding looms immensely when I visualize all the moments that have brought me to this one.

To any of the loves in my life, my son, my lovers, and my friends that I have hurt in any way because of my misunderstanding of myself and my/our relationship with solitude, and therefore my inability to communicate about it in a clear and loving way, I feel deep tenderness and I am heartily sorry. And because we can't go back and insert the kindness I wish would have been, I can only humbly thank you for the gifts you've shared with me. I will always feel blessed by them. Sincerely.

Making Sense

This lovely video gives me an even deeper understanding of my dreams and reality. Spiritual and material coming together in a home and a lifestyle. She shows me how to have a studio. How to keep the things that are important to me and still live the dream.  (Like her high end tea and immersible bath)

Prayers For Some Dark Parts

460 Sq miles of a fire with smoke all the way to Chicago. Devastation for those that have lost everything in the Okanagan. Such a gorgeous valley. I would gladly give you all some of our beautiful rain.  

To Israeli  and Palestinian leadership, your people are dying and have been for such a long time. Please make peace somehow. 

Putin, relax. There is enough to go around. Drunk Russian sympathizers covering up evidence of a Malaysian plane crash? Will you men in power just keep getting away with murder? 

I'm going to go sit in my garden and visualize how to make arugula last through the winter. Right after I create something beautiful in my studio. I'm blessed. I don't know who/what to thank but I am grateful.

Rain Sweet Rain

The potato flowers

What a gorgeous day. Love the changes. Seattle has a way of creating a passionate variability in temperature, in scent, in air. And the garden, oh my. (I read somewhere you should never start a sentence with "and" but it's how I think, sometimes) She's in love with the tropical feel of the rain and the warmth.

The sunflowers

The arugula flowers

Kitchen Garden

Apparently arugula is a perennial and not only that, I've pulled two of the many, many plants I have growing at Shiga Garden and put them in a glass of water and I have instant garden at my fingertips. Yum. Cut a few leaves any time, day or night, and I'm fortified with a wonderment of fresh, spicy, tingly goodness.