Wednesday, February 29, 2012
i am experiencing some deep book love right now. this last couple of months, i've been working on some new books that i am just in love with. i've been making books for about three years. i started making books, because i love books. all kinds of books. but blank books are my favorite because they hold such possibility. so i set about and learned how to make them. my first books were very simple. and nice. but i had other ideas in my head. so i read some books about book making. then i practiced and messed up. and read some more and practiced and messed up and practiced some more. oh, and did i mention, messed up. a lot.
but lately, i feel like i have arrived at that place. you know that place. that place where you feel comfortable. that place where you feel like you belong. that place where you love to go every day. it's a good place to be. and i think i will stay for a while.
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
my husband is a busy guy. he works a lot of hours and often has to attend meetings that keep him out well past dinner time. a lot of his meetings include dinner. some really nice dinners. he is also a thoughtful guy. often he will bring me back something - sometimes a cupcake or some other delicious dessert. a kind of peace offering. because, he says, when he works late, i work late. last night, after one of his dinner meetings, he brought me this little tiny loaf of rustic bread wrapped up in brown paper. so cute. for my breakfast, he said. so, when everyone left this morning, i went to my little corner in the kitchen, the one that looks out over our backyard forest, where i watch the birds and squirrels flit back and forth, where i can sit in silence and contemplate life. i tore into my tiny loaf of bread and poured myself a little, tiny cup of coffee to go with it. and it was good. so, so good. right down to the very last crumb. thanks honey.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
There is nothing in the world more beautiful than the forest clothed to its very hollows in snow. It is the still ecstasy of nature, wherein every spray, every blade of grass, every spire of reed, every intricacy of twig, is clad with radiance.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
Friday, February 3, 2012
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
ideas come from within our souls. from our daily experiences and things that inspire us. they often start out a little fuzzy and then become more clear as we go along. we choose whether or not we are going to act on our ideas. sometimes they work out, sometimes not. but when they do, it makes for a really lovely day.