welcome to my world

welcome to my world the eye on my daily prize nature's nurture and the welcome absurd

arting out by a friend juxtaposed against ravaged walls and soot infested window panes all seeing and just a bit of knowing if you know what i mean

do we have to crack, maybe even break and fall a boat full of lost and aloners mad crime and morals a slack and running restless do not join the ranks of the filing and foolish

when you squint, the break becomes a beauty of refractions of color and shine new shape and satisfaction chaos made whole from within madly and creating on the road in the wilderness i shall return tomorrow

i have been away camping
*sigh*

creature comforts

lasso your secret and best kept desires
lay into a new world beyond the realm of which you are keepin
attack the creature and consume the comforts
chip away at the chocolate you crave and conspire

out of the oven
fresh and brimming with bubbles of you
sweetness that kindles and cavorts
taste what you long to set free

maybe your are partaking of the wrong cup of tea
something to sooth you
not far from where you began
easier if you could have the vision
it need not be so sweet for the sustenance it would bring
fills all needs and appetites

Message for the Blogosphere:

times are materially tough, and you feel the pressure, the tightening of the financial purse strings, the constrainment in your daily forays. do what you need to do, don't sacrifice too readily for you may do yourself undue harm. do only what is level, your level best as it were. sharing to make the load less, caring to make the times softer, harboring less doubt and more a sense of a bigger vision that takes you back to your basic self, the one you came in with, the one that knows what you truly crave when things get a little down.

like a little lavender would ya?

lilac and lavender
crystal clear but not known from within
these days of endless murky meanderings
need intuitive takes
musings and moderation

Ganesh is the lord of obstacles
may he creates highways and byways where none seem to exist
the clutter and clash of conscientious concern
is only bringing tattered messages my way

this bag seems to have shards of crystalline creation springing to life
third eye clarity
comfort benign

message for the blogosphere:

fight for fairness, don't deny your generous heart to shine, even when you feel as if the times necessitate hoarding and hesitation. if we all let forth our hand to feed the souls of ourselves and others, this mess wouldn't be looking so big

squirrely thing, this blogging business

last fall there was a drunken soldier who fell
the pavement became his home for many a day
and we sent our condolences
and I knit for him

his memory still lingers and to commemorate that moment in time Crystal kitted out this little figurine for wee little me ain't he cute?

i love a good scarf worn with flair, don't you?

Message for the Blogosphere:
Tiny little deaths. endings and fits of goodbyes just mean turning a corner onto new beginnings. Sometimes a good and thorough ending can bring about the best of new responses, even between two people who seem to be teetering on the edge of a need for something fresh and renewed. My friend, Molly, called it the "reset" button. Let's hit the reset button, clear the air, remove the general fugue from the room, spray some mental freshner about, letting out a belly full of pent up blues and a deep sigh of my oh my, where has the time gone by. Reclaim your own future today. You deserve what is rightly yours - you need it now more than ever.

much better!

i went to where i love
the mint green wall of the 50's makeover at a neighborhood building
maybe these photos will make the cut for me
maybe my esty photo taking ship has finally come in
maybe i just really like this shade of green
here's to hoping others do as well

sketches in green minty fresh

window onto a portion of my everyday swirl
green vintage yarn scored from thrifting
a xmas sweater in the making
neighborhood blooms
breathtaking in the colors
the transect and contrast
behold
life's little treasures in funk
swerve and petal

hello my friends, i really appreciate your presence

it's about making me happy

all of these photos were taken within the last 24 hours
they are making me happy
the might appear elsewhere
but only here do them hum together
in this twirl of color and content
only here do they speak directly to you
from me

i have a message for you and me
and this is for our wily feminine sides
the part of us that knows what to do
and when to do it
and you all do

there is a scent in the air
clean inhalations after a storm
telling of treasures and milky ways
tread stalwartly
grasping your need to invest in future tidings
and fortunes your core is cognizant of seeing
corner of the eye, napping while
storing up acorns
golden

something i saw today

to breakfast i went
and spied this glass
a marvel of lead and color
of preserving the past

sometimes it is just enough to take a couple of clicks
store the memory
having a place to come back and share
transporting our communal thoughts
together
to bricks and pretty colored glass

my collage bagmaking obssesion

these are my bags
my intense, collage mandalaesque bags
that i make but never seem to sell
and the photos always stink

i love my bags, and use them
often
in every color
but i suck at photos for etsy
like a blindspot i can't ever see
i just can't make a thumbnail photo for uploading that doesn't just
suck

i am whining
aren't i whining?
giving it another try, another upload, another crop
and keeping the fingers crossed

there are only so many times you can give family and friends yet another
handbag for christmas
you know what i mean?

back in my "zone"

back in my "zone"
even wrote it on the knit
feeling my wild yarny oats
and sewing a few
on my friend's porch

Garbear and i have a plan to put silliness and smiles out into the world
co-authoring some art to place randomly around
this is my start
up to him to finish
you might remember him of late
in a previous post here
he has a funny sense about him
perfect
and he has experience in this sort of thing

the porch needed to be blissfully bombed
yarnfully despoiled
so while there
i affixed a dear knit up
to the post

it says
entering the love zone
a little cryptically, but nevertheless
there it is
it might be time for nearby hearts to set to a rumblin'
it maybe time for singles to collide and make doubles

or maybe the neighborhood stray
will lay kitties upon the stoop
and call it a day

anyway that it plays out
some heartfelt rumourings
are gathering restless wafts of breeze
and threatening flight


Message for the Blogosphere:

Enjoy these moments alone and with your hermit-like self. Cling to the small solitary stillness and deeply enjoy. When it is gone, you don't want to long for the quiet - stock up now and be free to play when the sun shines in your corner and beckons you to step, and step lively.