....Musings and Poetic Artistry gathered in a fragrant stream...i am spiritual artist, mommie, teacher, writer and interior designer composing an "ArtfulFairyTale"...and if i had to do it all again..i would do so... afloat a leafy sea dragon...and having a conversation with a whale
i would most definitely wear my wedding dress with a strand of for-get-me-nots attached...EdenClare
...oh imagery and words, unless noted, have been reblogged....and those links...that inspire...well at the very end of this fragrant
stream...is where you shall discover them.
"After years of being lost, I am working hard to be the fullest
expression of me with friends and strangers, in my journal or in the
grocery store: fleshy, messy, human me. There is room for all of us out
there; we do not have to make ourselves small to fit into this world. We
are together for such a short time, this body and I — when I remember
this I let out a breath and sink into accepting that this is all there
is. A body, a breath, a hunger for food, for love, for communion with
others. This body is not all of me, but it reflects me so well. I let
the world see my confidence when I straighten my back and walk tall…My
body is a map of my life, guidebook to my desires, and every day I add
to the story."
This I Know:
Notes on Unraveling the Heart
Maybe loving books is not so simple. Just like a healthy relationship needs work and changes with time, so too does our relationship with the things we own as we try to define ourselves and not be defined by stuff. Simply owning books didn’t make me a reader. What did make me a reader was an insatiable appetite for new stories and the things they have taught me.
I would not be a better person for owning a library; I become a better person because I chose to read.
— New Home, Empty Shelves (via booklover)