the blue muse

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I don’t remember ever having poppies in August before.

It’s been a cool, wet summer, and my garden is happy.

Which makes me happy.

Of course, it makes the weeds happy, too.

Such is life.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with happy.

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It’s only two weeks until our first jewelry show of the year!

We’ll be at the

Clothesline Art Festival
Memorial Art Gallery, 500 University Ave., Rochester, NY 14607

Booth 310
September 6th •  10 a.m. – 6 p.m.
September 7th • 10 a.m. – 5 p.m.

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This post first appeared August 27, 2010

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the beauty of life is hidden, a little.

but it’s always there.

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This post first appeared August 11, 2010

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It’s chilly again today, and grey,

but I have sunflowers on my table.

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And just in case you follow me here, but not on my other blog…
you might want to hop on over to see my latest post.
I’m celebrating being published in Bella Grace,
(Stampington and Company’s newest publication).

Leave a comment over there to enter for a chance to win
your own copy of Bella Grace, plus one of my photos
and a pair of sterling silver earrings.

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Wishing you a weekend filled with sunshine!

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may begin in the dark,

but hold it up to the light

and it will shine.

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This post first appeared July 25, 2011

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Each day starts out that way.

Each book as you crack its cover, each first day
of vacation, each January 1st, each blank sheet of paper.

But you can narrow it down, which makes it larger.
Expand the open-ended of your life…

Each hour. Each minute.

Each second.

Right. Now.

Open.

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This post first appeared June 9, 2011

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sing your heart out

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Can be hard to find…

sometimes it’s just a weed

on the side of the road,

sometimes

it’s a bouquet

brought home with love,

and sometimes,

it’s in your heart.

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This post first appeared on 08/15/11.

She never once looked in a mirror.
Never recognized her own beauty.
Never thanked the bees for their kisses.

She only had eyes for the sun.

He came and he went, barely noticing her presence.
He spread his light and warmth all around,
ambivalent, benevolent.

He never played favorites.
He warmed her heart with whispers of tomorrow.
He was always on time.

Each day, she grew taller, reaching for him.

One day he did not come.
The sky was covered in a blanket of gray,
so sad that it cried.

She saw herself for the first time,
a reflection in a drop of rain,
thirst quenched.

She knew then what she needed.

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This post first ran 08/09/10

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which is not the same as august break, exactly

but because i need a real break to get some things accomplished

i’m planning to maybe re-run some old posts

or maybe post a few simple photos

and like that ant

hang around on the periphery a little

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wishing you an awesome august

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