I’ve spent the month focused on my online store, turning all thoughts and energy to jewelry, I am surprised and happy with what has been unfolding before me. The new designs seem to flow out of me coming from somewhere deep inside ~ these old hands ache but it’s a sweet ache. I do love what I do!

Later today, I took my camera out for a walk in search of trees. I needed a break from the computer and trees call to me and soothe my soul as little else can.

My walk ~ in a word ~ splendid

Trees ~ sky ~ Magic

“There is always Music amongst the trees in the Garden,
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.”
-   Minnie Aumonier

Woke up to a cold, gray morning. Brr

As I stepped out onto the patio, my ears were greeted by the squawking of geese overhead as they made their journey south. The heralds of Autumn.

Afternoon winds gently blowing against the curtains. The smell of old leaves and earth . . . Reflections . . .  Recollections of all the past Autumns . . .  Time slipping by . . . Sweet longing for a place where I can curl up unnoticed and sleep in the late afternoon sun … warm and comforted . . . safe and loved

Weaving ~ Creating ~ For now, this moment is all I need. x0

Quietly painting in the studio. Images & dreams I will always carry in my heart.

Sonoma Tree Line – Digital Painting – Watercolor & Impasto brushstrokes on layers – 8 x 10 inches

So many signs - Quiet Change

Ephemeral things – soft and fragile

Slower, Deeper – The Wheel of life Turns

To the Light of September

When you are already here
you appear to be only
a name that tells of you
whether you are present or not

and for now it seems as though
you are still summer
still the high familiar
endless summer
yet with a glint
of bronze in the chill mornings
and the late yellow petals
of the mullein fluttering
on the stalks that lean
over their broken
shadows across the cracked ground

but they all know
that you have come
the seed heads of the sage
the whispering birds
with nowhere to hide you
to keep you for later

you
who fly with them

you who are neither
before nor after
you who arrive
with blue plums

that have fallen through the night

perfect in the dew
- w.s. merwiin

A peak at a new digital painting I am working on.

Taking a break on the patio. It’s been a rather stressful week and I just needed to relax for awhile, so as I sat down, I noticed the antique bottle I had left out on the table yesterday.

I love these old bottles, the way the light reflects off of them, the soft muted colors and the way they make me feel nostalgic. Like dear old friends!

This bottle belonged to Aunt Margie and I know she would love the fact that I found such an unusual use for it.

Cleaned up my messy studio. Whew! Organized my acrylics, brushes and art journals.

Organic lettuce, homemade balsamic honey dressing, add some wine and good company and you have the makings for a perfect meal.

At the end of the day …

Nothing left to say …

Watching the sun go down over the hill … xo

The days of summer are going by so fast and I have been taking lots of photographs to capture the precious moments to soothe and comfort me in the winter. I will post more later.

Thought you might like to take a peak at my work space.
I am painting more. . .

Playing with beads and creating more necklaces . . .  Enjoying myself

Making heavenly organic cacao truffles. Yummy! Many thanks to my friend Salina for this wonderful recipe.

I love this time of the year and all the good things that come with warmer weather barbecues, unplanned adventures, gathering my thoughts, journaling, sipping tea, going for long walks, visiting friends and creating fearlessly.

Finding refuge in the simple things – roses, stones and tree roots.

That’s all for today folks. xo