Always, go with your heart.....

I found a blog today asking if you go with your heart when you buy things for your home, or 'place'..

YES YES YES..

No Convention here!

The things I collect, don't know if anyone else does, but I collect seeds for example, from my garden. I can't let a good seed go to waste.. I also collect petals..glass, lamps, pottery, dishes, tablecloths, actually, I save certain things from extinction.. somebody's gotta do it..

And I have a collection of art, etc. gifts from friends, that makes me a whole lot what I am..

Treasures remind me of someone somewhere I couldn't have lived without.

This glassware is pressed glass from Finland, I had a store some time ago, and I carried this line.

It is beautifully delicate.

These peony petals are only from the center of my pink peony's.

The larger ones will be dry soon..

Here in the kitchen, on the wall are some Moroccan bowls, Beautiful works of art.

The rug is Persian Gabbeh

This bowl under my bistro is filled with tulip petals sprinkled with a few roses..

These glasses are sitting upon a cake plate that was my Grandma's. The glasses are also old, and beautiful, I couldn't resist the bargain of these treasures..

The screen is practically straight out of Casablanca!

Moroccan, of course.

It's really a lovely piece..

I have some kimonos, having spent time in Japan, of course I have kimonos, etc..

Here is a Mother's Day table with flowers and bargains bought that day when Dorothy came to visit. She loves thrift stores, so we had a great day, I think the damages for me was about 35.00. I got this Indian table cloth, and a vase, some glass bowls for petals, a few candle holders, and another Danish candle chime, this time a large one.

This Persian Rug is my newest old rug. It sports pots, candles, lamps, bowls, birds and deer, flowers...

and I'm a ceramic artist, potter, poet, gardener, etc.. I'm searching for the perfect large 'coffee' table to tone down the design that is, right now, all over the living room. It's pretty busy, but once I find the right table, it won't be.

It's huge!

A bargain at any price!

(love birds here, it has a total of 24 love birds on it)

Always go with your heart,

Oh, I collect beautiful goblets, too!

Trust yourself, trust that, and whether anyone likes your style or they don't, doesn't matter, not everyone may like you either.
It's hard work trying to be popular, and easy to see through the insecurity involved, usually if somoene doesn't like you, it's more about them than it is about you.
So I say trust your heart, be yourself, let your abode express yourself, and it's amazing how it all comes together, and how much you learn about yourself and life in the process.



I just hung three new Wiinblad's, and now I am going to paint the wall, and I think I am going to do a painting behind the art work. Visions are busy racing around my head...
LIke me, my adobe is a work in progress.. I enjoy the unfinished ever changing landscape, cause that's just me!

I'll post the 3 Wiinblad's later, btw, he is the Danish Picasso, and died 3 years ago.. Incredible talent..

Bjorn Wiinblad

Tickled Pink

Hoping for rainbows....after the showers..

Mt Baker,Snow Geese, Daffodil Fields

I live in an extraordinary place, where I am surrounded with beauty so breathtaking, that I seem unable to bear it at times, aware, I guess they might say in Japan. ( The feeling)

 Every direction I  look, or take is beautiful, has diversity, and so much to offer, and I can't get around to it all, and won't be able to take it all in in this one lifetime alone.

Each season is cloaked in such beauty I cannot explain my feelings, or contain my desire to be present everywhere at once ......almost, mountains beckon, and each season is a new adventure.

 Winter is for snow, skiing, snowshoeing.

Summer, primarily July/August is good for hiking mountains previously under snow, like Chain Lakes at Mt Baker, and a million other hikes I will never get around to in a lifetime of forevers.

Fall is good for visits to the ocean, camping at Rialto, Oregon Beaches..

Spring , flowers bloom in profusion everywhere.

Seattle is 30 minutes form me, Canada is about 1.5 hours away, and The Ocean is a few hours, The Sound  is a block away, Whidbey Island can be seen from my window.

Tulip and Daffodil fields north about 45 minutes each spring...

I feel I am soaked in beauty .. even the fog is a delight in winter time, and I love the cool drizzle all year round.

Islands, Whales, bear, deer, elk........

How will I ever leave here to go elsewhere, Morocco, France, Italy, etc.?

 I may never leave paradise...

there is no place like Home.

Happy Mother's Day!

Life in the PNW

One Years Hiatus from Cloud Hidden...

One Years Hiatus from Cloud Hidden...via my daily City photo blog

But I can't seem to stay away long from this online journal of my  ♥  heart.

But I confess to have taken up with facebook, and love it.. Stop by..

Nothing Real Could Change

Times pass 

nothing changes

 nothing stays the same

Only what is, never changes

the river runs over it's  banks and makes a new bed

 the water  remains 

Years pass by

 don't see your eyes 

 hear your voice

smell your scent

Calendars my memory flips through

  days and weeks months, years

no word, yet, I think of you 

doesn't change

Countless times  wanting to hear your 

voice

near my ear

saying  best friends again

always

silence is all

 nothing else

 never changes

silence speaks

 given up I guess

we've parted ways I see

it must be

so

decades pass by

 life seems to be nearing the end 

 at times

letting go

 I'll just let go

Then you're looking for me

 calling my name

wanting me

again

still

nothing has changed

heart whispers it's secrets 

(I already know) 

into my ear

wordlessly

a message so simple

be my friend

the universe spins off it's axis

words mean nothing

never have

One soul is  all there is

Mine and yours 

One.

Your neurons mingled with mine 

we were twins 

on the Scottish highlands perchance?

or enemies fighting over shirts?

before time 

the beginning 

we were One, 

for sure, and never parted

took strange forms

pretended to be separate

leaves from a tree

to see how it would feel

 strangers

What could be stranger?

(part of the plan?)

 nothing changed

it's all the same old familiar story

everything changed, but nothing could

love, love love

So, I haven't been around for awhile. I have a few new blogs, and been ignoring them too..

 Oh well, I found my log in for this , my first and oldest blog, Cloudhidden

My current blog is a daily city photo blog, and it's called:

 Mukilteo Daily Photo, and you can get there with this link:

http://mukilteodailyphoto.blogspot.com/

Delivers itself in Slivers

Stars stud black heaven,
a milky way,

slip off shoes
sit quietly listening,
observing

Your face shines
your eyes ,
I fall in to you

Grace
Grace, a pool of grace

Imagine grace, it is what you are, what I Am.
Sit in this minute moment, again
and again as it delivers itself in slivers

and watch as each sliver, a key so small,
defies time, the cosmos opens itself
there in a pool of grace at your feetless feet.

recognize.. when you dissolve from illusion into reality.

Were you, like me,
the last to know
you'd have to be

when awakened, It's seen
there is no other.