29.12.12

I haven't written for a while.

Death pierced me like an arrow. Dark and lovely, like liquid in liquid, releasing it's poison, curling and unwinding, sinking, twirling slowly. I felt my body coming to an end. For a moment I was a bird, then a deer being hunted in the forest heavy in winter. I was after that a baby being cradled in the silence of night, my humming mother swaying with me. I was a fish, chasing a lure in the green cloud of speckled lake. I was the strings of a cello vibrating with tension and song, a deep and soulful melody escaping me. And then I was me, lying there, ready.

28.12.12

"She believed a great happiness awaited her somewhere, and for that reason she remained calm as the days flew by." - Gyula Krudy

10.12.12

flowers,flowers,flowers

Working in a flower shop, I'm always drifting into a world where I own a floral studio -- it's usually a barn, or an urban take on a barn. It's a whimsical place, and seems to be my go to dream world. I have bountiful gardens billowing with every colour and every bloom. From here I pluck the stems for the arrangements that I make with love to bring others joy, to deck their halls, to decorate their churches or to fill their palms as they walk down the aisle... To celebrate a life, or grieve one taken too soon. Flowers are amazing things, and I am blessed to work with them. Sometimes I just stop and stare into the centre of a zinnia or a poppy -- and to think these are completely natural, untouched by human hands. God is indeed an artist.
I feel like one day, I'd like to really pursue the art of floral design, as a career. Here are some of the inspiring florists whose blogs I peruse daily:











































So so beautiful. *Sigh* One day....

9.12.12

the winter brings christmas


This year feels so unchristmassy. That needs to change.


5.12.12

Quiet



Just a snippet, a musical thought.