"But when we keep listening attentively to the voice calling us the beloved, it becomes possible to live our brokenness, not as a confirmation of our fear that we are worthless, but as an opportunity to purify and deepen the blessing that rests upon us...What seemed rejection becomes a deeper way to deeper communion."
- Henri J.M. Nouwen, Life of the Beloved

vegetable patterns

 

Our entire culture is surrounded by rhythm and repetitive patterns that coexist in various forms - from your breathing, to your heartbeat, to recurring architectural elements, to sleeping and waking, to the rotation of the earth, to the arrangement of leaves on a plant stem - each of these elements are composed of organized movement.  I am most inspired by pattern as movement, pattern as change, pattern as something active, something free, something that has the capacity to communicate universally. 

hollow

a gentle reminder

ten

this little munchkin turns ten today. happy birthday to my sweet littlest sister.

east coast

five years later... and I am still feeling incredibly blessed by my friends from the beautiful lands of the east coast.  Moving across towns, provinces and countries alike has always been tough.  But like anything, these experiences have become an integral part of who I am.  One of the most disheartening parts of moving has been the idea that everything is temporary, leaving it difficult to find reason for investing in relationships and activities.  But in opposition to these thoughts, a conversation with an old friend reminded me that even though we have not seen each other in a couple years, maybe even talked in a few months, our conversations will always pick up right where they left off.

and these thoughts just made my morning a whole lot brighter.

broadleaf

experimentation with organic casting

naive

Because shadows stretch behind the truth,
Where stained glass offers broken clues
And fear ties knots and pulls them tight.
It leaves us paralyzed.

But in the end such tired words will rest.
The truth will reroute the narrow things they've said.
The marionette strings will lower and untie
And out of the ashes, love will be realized.

- Sleeping at Last

these people that I love

she whispered

my grandmother's eclectic home. c 1992