Monday, February 16, 2015

making the bed


Emily's latest project of choice was making a bed for her doll. She drew plans and researched and revised. And then we built it in a day. Stop being a perfectionist she told me. It's fine like it is, mom.  And what good advice. I was letting go and letting her execute her project as she wanted to do it. I was so proud as she used the power saw. That powerful creative girl of mine. 



Painted in a day and then time for bedding. Special fabric had to be found, and then she quickly came up with a design.  We brought out the sewing machine and soon the project  was complete. 






beach time


Who would have thought of a warm day on the beach on Valentine's Day?  But there we were at Stinson Beach with our good friends watching the most beautiful sunset. And Emily and her friend boogie boarding into the twilight hours. Wow. So happy to be here. 


Thursday, February 12, 2015

Rock with a view

I am thoroughly enjoying my regular walks in a nearby cemetery. The hills are green, the trees are amazing, and the views are beautiful. I have special rocks I love to sit on, and trees I love to sit under. Walking, meditating, and exercising here is so rejuvenating. It truly is a place full of life. 

Thursday, November 20, 2014

sunrise


I spoke with a healer and intuitive last week who was beyond profound.  Incredible, really; she offered me incredible insights and understanding with very little information provided by me.  It may seem a little out there, but I assure you, she understood my situation and the ways that I need to heal more clearly than anyone.  She suggested that I find my color each day and work with it to keep my energy positive.  I wasn't sure exactly how that was going to work, but Monday morning it became very clear to me.  I walked into our kitchen/dining room, and wow - what a sunrise.  Full of the most intense pink-orange that was definitely my positive energy color of the day, resounding fully inside me.  Clarity.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014

sanctuary

It became clear to me that I need a sanctuary - a place to go in my own home where I can feel safe and calm.  Things can get a bit crazy and chaotic and cluttered around these parts, and I wanted a place that was serene.  But where to find such a place in a home where bedrooms are playrooms, and rope ladders and art supplies and keyboards abound.  It just so happened (always the synchronicity) that my daughter chose to sleep in her own bedroom rather than in the nook off our bedroom THE night after I spoke to a friend about my need for a sanctuary, and about my thought that maybe that nook might just be the place.  We discussed the idea, though perhaps in a little too much haste, for the next day two friends (angels, really) arrived to help me clear my bedroom, AND to help create my sanctuary.  It was an amazing day, and a wonderful way to make space for myself.  I am so happy in my restful, calm, contemplative sanctuary.  Yesterday I spent time there listening to a guided meditation by Belleruth Naparstek (wonderful btw), and found myself in a new state of clarity and calm. 


Monday, November 10, 2014

back to the farm


Tom and I got married at an Apple Farm in the Anderson Valley - the Philo Apple Farm to be precise - over 17 years ago.  We had a wonderful weekend up there, filled with so many beautiful moments and places.  The farm has grown to include sheep, pigs, goats and chickens, in addition to the apple orchards.  We even saw a great blue heron crossing the road.  Karen and Tim have done an amazing job at keeping the place real, functional, and beautiful, all at the same time.  There is some funkiness here and there (I think if Christopher Alexander and his description of "roughness"), which I love and which makes the gems shine even more.

We have had great times exchanging ideas over the years, and I realize how much inspiration their farm has provided me in finding and making joy and beauty in cooking, creating, and making places.  So nice to go back to the fountain and drink it in.












Sunday, November 2, 2014

biking

Henry and I had a great mountain bike ride up in Joaquin Miller and Roberts Parks this afternoon. Initially he kept urging me to go faster, which resulted in a good workout. And it was such a beautiful fall day.  My favorite was going fast down the single track - where I urged Henry to go ahead of me. He said I was going plenty fast enough - one false move and down the hill you would fall.  We managed to keep upright and cycle through it all.