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.

i dream...

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Jump up from ice cold water

slip down from salt stained sky

Broken Brights drifts across my silence

wild horses cloud my eyes

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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

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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.

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Scenes from a summer...

been there, done that, seen this, heard that,

danced...

all in all it's been really good!

Cartes Postales: Cabinet of Curiosities, new...

In the Shop now!

Because my collectibles keep growing 

&

I get more curious by the minute.

Perhaps you recognize one or two?

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Thank you to all my friends

for sending me your local treasures,

I'm pleased to include & honor them

in my home, naturally!

today...

As I drift into the afternoon of this day, I am peaceful.
I prep brunch for two
&
lean into the warmth,
of a pot of Earl Grey and
a kiss on my cheek.

~may your day be as lovely~