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you
(yes you)
are a
brilliant
beautiful
wise
blooming
soul

five (really) good things on a day in july

listening to millie snore beside me

having a bit of success taking product photos outside (this is the hardest part to me...i can get so annoyed with myself during this process...i am learning)

enjoying a beautiful cool day in mid-july

watching the movie penelope (have you seen it yet? you must!)

inviting myself to take a breath and then let go just a bit more when reflecting on disappointments, pain, or confusion from the past...just a bit more...(let it go)

what are your five really good things?
think about it.
then name them...

i dare you.

hello.

just peaking out to say hi.

i'm headed to portland later today to spend the weekend with jen and her family...looking forward to lots of girl talk and lots of hugs from a certain five year old.

jen is generously going to then help me at my booth at Crafty Wonderland. if you are in the Portland area, hope you will come and see us on Sunday at the Doug Fir from 11-4:30. about 40 vendors. bet you might find something "hip" and fun to make you smile...

i've been making some new pillows this week. i realized that all the pillows in my shop had a pink theme. nothing wrong with a little pink, but not everyone decorates with pink, so i have created some in various different colors (no pink in site). i will have them at the show this weekend and then i will take some photos to share when i get back next week. i just have so much fun creating these pillows.

also been working on some new designs to add to the Natasha line. sketching and taking notes and brainstorming via chat with a friend (who is hoping for a bag a bit like this one). i'm looking forward to making this "on paper" design a reality during some cooler (hoping for cool at least) summer evenings next week.

i'm feeling back into the rhythms of waking up, editing, sewing, getting outside, running errands, petting the mill-dog, cuddling with jon, sewing, brainstorming, napping, editing, breathing...being home.

it's nice.

and i realized i haven't told you all that my Gramps is doing better. hopefully he will be back home in a few weeks. i'm going to visit him then. it has been too long. i'm used to visits once to twice a year, but i haven't visited since my grandmother died. deep breath. we do the best we can, but not visiting him for this long isn't quite the best i was aiming for. so my plan is to spend a few fall days in the south this year...

thank you again for all your kind words during the confusion of his hospitalization and the days that followed.

hope things are bright in your corner of the world...happy weekend to you.

many blessings,
liz

(backyard) wishing.

to let go
more peace
an open heart
continued creativity
breath
health for all
a pink bicycle
to move on
a poem
to always remember
to laugh loudly
to be surrounded by loved ones
an organized home
to be understood
to be forgiven
time for twirling
a picnic for two
an open heart

what are you wishing for today?

postcard from colorado (7.6.08)

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remember when they have to figure out how to fit something square in something round to make a filter to fix the need for oxygen in apollo 13?
it's kinda like that.

postcard from colorado (7.5.08)

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scuffed dusty thirst
twirling singing wind
water-fed growing green
quiet wide history
lumpy twisting path
squeaking unseen hunger
constant still beliefs

postcard from colorado (7.4.08)

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she whispers in the green and the wind and the rippling, tinkling water. she whispers to remind me of her true voice.

she whispers in the background of the words spoken by another. she whispers to help me see that all is at it should be.

she whispers in the whirring as the pedal is pushed to the floor and the fabric moves with each stitch. she whispers to remind me who i am.

she whispers as i look out at the purple, full, encompassing clouds above the mountains. she whispers to help me see who i want to be.

postcard from colorado (7.3.08)

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"tell your story," i whisper to myself as i take each step forward. then i hear these words:

but, don't get so caught up in telling your story that you don't stop and listen to the whispered stories of all who came before you. the knowledge there is deep and wide and true. even when you don't agree, much can be learned from those whispers of truth. we must listen...