When given white roses, there is only one thing to do.
After my previous post I became doubtful of my ability to correctly mix and master…
Phil Dunphy has a memorable line he utters every time he loses his balance on…
I have taken the plunge and started making music again. Over the last few months…
There is in my mind a link between frogs and the forest goddess Artemis. The moon is that link
A little whittled key holder, painted with watercolour, for our kitchen door.
At the end of last year my colleagues and family alike all shared the sentiment “I’m glad thís year is over! It was truly hectic”. I started to worry because I realised that it is actually the same thing we say to each other every year-end. It’s as if we rush through each year, rest for the week between Christmas and New Year and then we start all over again. And before we know it our lives are over and we say things like “What did I do with my life?” and “I wish I appreciated the little moments more”.
I know that mindfulness can help with this, but I wondered what else I can do to enjoy my moments here on earth. One of the solutions I came up with (I won’t bore you with all of them now) was to really notice and enjoy each season and not just always wish it was winter (my favourite season!).
So this above image is what the page for the symbol of the hibiscus looks like in my little Symbol Dictionary.
It’s a bit confusing.
The frangipani is an exotic, sweet-smelling, beautiful little flower. I wore fabric frangipani’s in my hair on my wedding day. My mother had a bouquet of frangipanis on her wedding day. For me there will always be this sweet connotation between the frangipani and the Bride. But.
“Worker bees are always female.” I read this statement as a child. But given what we know now about gender and that it is not binary, I have to question whether the little honey bees in my lavender bushes are female
The Emotion Wheel* is a tool developed by Dr. Gloria Willcox to help people describe…
The Undine is an old story of a water-sprite who marries a human boy. But she doesn’t have a soul.
A gift for my mother: a candleholder-installation. My son Finn had picked up the rocks – his gift-rocks. And I made the lions, and Willem made the hole for the tea light candle.