sacred day two hundred ninety-eight.

 

where i stand.

10.22.2011

standing here.  on mulch & pinestraw. breathing deeply. ready to help.  ready to serve.  ((at the country living fair in atlanta, ga.))

sacred day two hundred ninety-two.

afternoon walk.  flowers open.

10.16.2011

walking with my boy each afternoon after school is a sacred task.  we love these steps together. 

sacred day two hundred ninety-one.

stitching in the afternoon light.

10.15.2011

what an honor.  to stitch thread through beautiful, colorful fabrics.  each stitch is a sacred act.

sacred day two hundred eighty-five.

life.

10.12.2011

seeing her bright smile on display in Main Hospital at VCU Medical Center is a gift.  she radiates beauty and life.  her smile is bright and her stories are delightful.  she's meesha and four now.  she loves glitter and ponies and she is amazing.  she is a sacred soul.  

sacred day two hundred eighty-four.

making apple juice.

10.11.2011

making apple juice at the market.  he loved the fun of seeing the apples crushed and juice pouring into the bucket.  we love our tuesday evenings at the byrd house market and are so thankful for the bounty our farming friends produce daily.

sacred day two hundred eighty-three

lunch lights.

10.10.2011

delighting with my love in a space filled with lights.  we've visited this place many, many times over our years together.  i love being with my one-and-only-true-love. 

sacred day two hundred eighty-one.

celebration!

10.8.2011

celebrating my love's birthday with a homemade carrot cake.  we delighted. laughter. love. light.

sacred day two hundred eighty.

a gorgeous bloom.

10.7.2011
love this bloom.  spotted on a morning walk with my boy to school.  gorgeous hibiscus.

sacred day two hundred seventy-nine

yoga toes.

10.6.2011

standing in this spot.  rooted after a glorious hour and a half of yoga with a guide.  practicing.  seeing what's before me.  rooted.

sacred day two hundred seventy-eight

morning loaf.

10.5.2011

sitting on the cutting board is a freshly baked loaf from the afternoon before.  my love has cut into it and enjoyed his breakfast.  i am making my sweet boy's lunch and preparing for the day.  the loaf is there reminding me of sacred vessles. our bodies are a sacred vessle. our lives. the bread itself.  we are fed in the spaces of our days.  may we each find exactly what we need and in good measure as we live and move and have our being in this moment. 

sacred day two hundred seventy-seven

natural yarn.

10.4.2011

there is something so wonderful about our tuesday afternoon/early evening trips to the farmer's market.  i love the routine and rhythm of the market. i love knowing the vendors and participating in their life story by returning again and again to their booths.  i keep seeing this yarn stacked in a wooden crate.  i want some.  i want it to fill one of my beautiful baskets in the studio waiting for the perfect use.  i want to hold it. i want to look at it in it's beauty.  i'm caught. the color, texture, and love that is seen here catches me just so.  

sacred day two hundred seventy-six

two hearts.

10.3.2011

i brought my boy some new headbands from the studio and he took them and made two hearts.  he curled up in a loving shape and grinned so sweetly.  he was proud.  he was showing me love and said so.  one for me. one for him.  *tears*

sacred day two hundred seventy-five

a pot of goodness.

10.2.2011

returning home. chopping vegetables. solving problems. loving well.  living well. leaning into truth.  naming what isn't right.  honoring one's self.  seeking rest.  creating rest.  honoring the body.  creating sabbath.  delighting in each taste.  being present to this moment.  knowing yourself.  all add flavor to a pot of goodness.

sacred day two hundred seventy-four

looking up.

10.1.2011

looking up so thankful for a new ride.  a ride that is new-to-me and will get me from place to place.  a ride that will see me to my retreats, workshops, and art shows.  a ride that will carry groceries, family, and sleeping bags.  a ride that will become a part of our life story as we live.  i am thankful.  i am thankful.  i am thankful.

sacred day two hundred seventy-three

a market meal.

9.30.2011

setting aside time to create in the kitchen, i gather the work of their hands!  all of this comes from the love and sweat of the various farmer's market farms.  i am thankful for each of their hands.  i know them each by name and i give thanks.  i honor their work by taking time to be inspired by the ingredients, to create a shared meal with love, and to savor each bite mindfully.  

sacred day two hundred seventy-two

baby hands.

9.29.2011

holding this sweet boy is a delight and a gift.  his mama is working beside us getting her art+craft pacakged for a big weekend show.  she's a dear, kind spirit who delights in his company.  she shares the gift of this sweet one with me as i hold him.  he snuggles close and snoozes most of the day.  sacred. sacred. sacred.

sacred day two hundred seventy-one

tree climber.

9.28.2011

i love that he runs toward trees.  he stands under them, looking up.  he notices the shapes of the leaves and asks their name.  he grabs hold of their limbs outstretched to the sun, lifting his feet from the ground and allowing the tree to hold his weight.  sometimes he steps into their limbs and finds himself in another world.  he's happy.  he's at home.  

sacred day two hundred seventy

sacred circles. 

9.27.2011

letters. shapes. symbols.  each of these represent something special to the one who created this sacred circle.  this act of meditation, creativity, naming, listening, and learning is a sacred act.  i am honored to witness the sacred flow of this creative statement. 

sacred day two hundred sixty-nine

tree of life. 

9.26.2011

making the second tree of life canvas for a dear family, this tree of life celebrates a family of four.  love grows here.  truth telling.  truth sharing.  a canvas to hang in the sacred space of a bright life's room.  may all be blessed. 

sacred day two hundred sixty-eight

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bread of life. 

9.25.2011

baking bread during sabbath.  watching the dough rise. slicing open a fresh, warm loaf.  adding butter. adding plum jam.  realizing i only took an instagram photo of the occasion & needed to have taken one more.  knowing that i was living in the day and not through the lens.  marking moments with photos.  appreciating our daily bread.