i obtained this fine tin of magical powder while away.  found in the basement of the plaza hotel nyc:)  with heavy cream and raw honey mixed into a gloopy consistency it tastes like the best chocolate in the world!  way to go la maison!  who knew a cocoa powder could taste so deliciously like chocolate?:)

                                                          

                        

scheduling in all these tiny details with a calendar currently, so i can get to all the layers of hand folded boxes and tiny trinkets ready by november with new listings in my etsy shop.

wondering why i love the layers of packaging so much?  i think because packaging feels like gratitude...when i feel so grateful to those who order and believe in the tiny offspring of my creative realm.

my tiny self will be in this big place soon...

looking to the tracings of my ancestry and beyond!!!!

loving this today

"the idea is not to fill your mind up like a crowded refrigerator. the idea is to weave a prayer rug out of everything that comes your way."     -grace llewellyn  "the teenage liberation handbook"

plans

my plans began today:) trying to fit them in between all upcoming and the daily of life.  i feel giddy of their potential in all their wooden brown.

today we had another yardsale:/ craft ingredients a la miss t. 

i would have loved to come to this yardsale full of my favorite things:). yarn, wool sweaters, fabric, office supplies and books.

i rescued a few things and absorbed them back in to my realm before donating the rest.  they are my survivors, those rescues, and speak to me of valued details.  i must listen to them now and look at why they have asked to stay.

listening is a theme this august....and not just with ears:)

Shedding for many weeks now, the layers of life of 10-15 years. vulnerable and emotional over letting go of some layers that have been there so long. furniture, giant bear, playthings of my children's early childhood.  i keep waiting for the relief of less stuff but i just feel sad and loss like there is new empty spaces...like my spirit's stories were living in those things and i can't get them back.  i will recover and be well of it over time:/ a new shaping of me has to happen so i won't have to maneuver around and manage so many belongings.

shedding began here in my creative realm where tiny inspirational forms were released back to the earth:

this was easy...feeling like they were returning to where they started.

i do love seeing the things my kids are not ready to let go of and the knowing of the spaces in them that are still occupied by childhood and love.

trying to look toward all the things that were retained in the shed instead....rody ride on horses:), polly pockets, stuffed toys and legos aplenty! happiness in the friendly innocence of playful ingredients.

shedding made me have to be a constant adult, logical and rational, when most of me in my creative realm feels so otherwise. 

aching to getting back to the respite of child-like celebration in my creative imaginary realm where i don't have to adult in every moment.

2 more weeks of setting my world in order first:)