the blue muse

{august break no. 10}

As a matter of fact, I was… I always talk to cows, don’t you?

Of course, they never answer, having much better things to do,

for example, they might be a having a cow, holy cow!

or they might just be waiting til the cows come home,

but they always look like they’re about to say something,

don’t they?

{august break no. 8}

how a slight shift

in perspective

changes everything.

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{august break no. 5}

Always seeking

something new,

something beautiful,

something wise,

something better.

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It’s all there,

right in front of

our eyes.

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{august break no. 3}

grow.

know.

i see gulls

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It’s time for August break, fewer words, more photos, relaxing into what’s left of summer.

Our show went well this weekend, we had beautiful weather.

I will be working on updating the etsy site during August as well.

If you haven’t already, come join the fun with August Break!

It’s show time again!

This weekend, we will be at the

Waterfront Art Festival, Canandaigua, New York

Saturday, July 30 and Sunday, July 31  • 10 a.m. to 5 p.m.

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It’s a beautiful location, right on the shores of Canandaigua Lake.

This is a picture I took last year from the back of our tent:

If you are in the area, stop by and say hello!

Wishing you all a wonderful weekend filled with love and sunshine.

xoxo

Life is just filled with them, isn’t it?

Today is a glorious, sun-filled day, in the middle of a glorious sun-filled week. I ran 1.2 miles yesterday, wanting so much to go further, to “run it all out” so to speak, but forcing myself to be patient, to do what I’m supposed to do. (That’s never much fun now, is it?)

I love this photo, such a metaphor for life. We are up, we are down, we cheer, we hang our heads, we laugh, we cry. And in-between it all, we are busy like bees, taking care of the business of survival.

We have another jewelry show this weekend, at the lake here in the town I live in. It is such a beautiful show, right on the shore, and even when it is hot, there is always a fabulous breeze. I am almost ready, and perspective has managed to help me not get so stressed out this time. It’s funny how that works, isn’t it?

Still missing my kitten George, the shock has worn off and the acceptance is moving in, but my hearts breaks for his brother who is not there yet. Brett keeps looking for him, staying outside later than usual, not going to sleep until very late at night. I so wish I could explain it to him, make him understand, but I cannot.

Last night I sat outside in my garden at sunset as I do so often. In the same chair, watching the same slice of sky, and yet the view is always different.

It’s like each day. We do the same things, go to the same places, move through the same schedule, yet no day is exactly like any other. No hour, no minute, replicates the one before it, or the one to come next.

We’re always changing. Life is always moving. We get up in the morning, and lay our heads down at night.

In between, we breathe in the gift of existence. The butterfly that lands on our shirtsleeve. The smile from someone we love. The sun that always sets, no matter what. But also, always rises.

And that’s something now, isn’t it?

Yes, breathe.

may begin in the dark
but hold it up to the light
and it will shine.

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this post is part of texture tuesday over at Kim Klassen’s place. come join the fun!

I have been up in the air all week, floating around, trying to make sense of things that don’t make sense.

I wrote about George, said farewell to him, yesterday over at Mrs. Mediocrity and I have to say, it helped. Still, it has been a long week, a rough week, a not-very-much-has-been-accomplished week.

It’s been a hot one, too. Records were broken, it was 90˚at midnight last night. That’s just plain crazy.

Thank you all so much for your kind words and support, it really meant a lot to me. The world truly is filled with kind, wonderful people.

We have another jewelry show coming up next weekend, a lovely show on the shore of Canandaigua Lake. I will finish getting ready for that this weekend, and try to catch up on so much of the stuff that got away from me this week.

Then we have a little break in August, some time to get ready for our biggest show of the year in September. I think I’m going to take a weekend or two to relax and pamper myself just a bit. Spend an entire Sunday reading, or puttering in my garden.

Find my way back to a place that feels right.
Or at least to the place where I am.

Because right now, I am just hovering,
up there in the corner on the right,

looking for a soft place to land.

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