Sunday, August 30, 2015

Of the wilderness...

"All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, 
and our past is not a dead past, 
but still lives in us.
Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves,
the wild outside.
We live in the civilization they created, 
but within us the wilderness still lingers.
What they dreamed, we live,
what they lived, we dream".

Written by:  T.K. Whipple from: Study Out the Land, published Jan. 1, 1943

Sunday, August 23, 2015

AppaloosaMoon Vintage...

I'm so excited to announce that I have added a new section to my Etsy shop featuring ~Vintage~ items that I have collected over the course of many years & from around the world!  Most of these pieces are from my private collection and will include accessories in the categories of home furnishings/decor,  jewelry,  pottery, china, and art!  From Eva Zeisel to Fred Harvey!  Super fun collectibles and beautiful wearables!  I will be adding listings randomly & plan to announce them on Instagram so stay tuned!  Come by and take look...

Monday, August 10, 2015

my kitchen table...

So many wonderful things happen at this table.  It is the place where I write, create, bead, draw, read, open gifts, open mail, rest flowers, study, wine & dine.  It is the heart of my home.  It is my studio.  It is the heart of my creative soul.  It is a gathering place for love, for friends & for family.  It opens long & wide like a welcoming smile.  It is weathered & cracked but as solid as a heart of gold.  It is my field of dreams and my mountain high, my shelter and my escape.  It is my domain. My kitchen table is everything to me.

Sunday, August 2, 2015

i dream...



Jump up from ice cold water
slip down from salt stained sky
Broken Brights drifts across my silence
wild horses cloud my eyes
Deep within a red rock canyon
echoes of my soul i dream
lifted up on a mandolin wind, my river 
love steals me way downstream
Voices of my soul it seems
rise up from the deep holy water
slip down from the vast sacred sky
River Love drifts across my silence
wild horses cloud my eyes &
wild horses cloud my eyes.