All Saints have Pasts...

Be

Be Seen

Be available

Be honest 

Be true 

Be courageous

Be full of grief 

Be authentic 

Be open 

Be emotional 

Be in touch 

Be real 

Be joyful 

Be sad 

Be aware 

Be grateful

Be reminescent    

Be fearless 

Be peaceful 

Be in need

Be intent 

Be free 

Be true 

Be intentional 

Be angry

Be honest 

Be full of mistakes

Be brave

Be open 

Be forgiving

Be anxious

Be full of questions

Be inspired 

Be kind

Be quiet 

Be loud 

Be loving 

Be unsure

Be committed 

Be silly 

Be aware 

Be connected 

Be independent 

Be unassuming 

Be open 

Be thoughtful 

Be in relationship

Be compassionate 

Be wondering

Be real 

Be patient 

Be creative 

Be full 

Be humble

Be gracious 

Be trusting 

Be vulnerable 

Be loving 

Be tender 

Be autonomous

Be a friend

Be imperfect

Be oneself

BELOVED

Being in relationship with ourselves....

Sometimes you just need a good cry.  

A good cry to let it out... 

the pent up emotions, the stress, the exhaustion.  

For me it is like taking a deep breath and exhaling it all.  

I am finding more and more as I get to know myself that I just can't run on full speed all the time.  It seems I used to have all this energy and do all this stuff... I was constantly busy.  I smile as I say that because I don't look at it as a bad thing... being busy, getting things done... I'm just seeing that as I get to know myself my desire is to move at a different speed.  

I would have never thought of myself as a slow mover but I am seeing more and more that is where I thrive, where I am most comfortable in my life.  I get a chance to look at my life not blow through it like a tornado. I get to be a part of it.  I get to be intentional with my days.  I get to make my decisions consciously as I think about how they effect what happens in my life and how they feel to my spirit.  I get to live my life and not get carried away by it.  

I have truly been trying to practice more intentionality in my life these days and as I have been trying to find new balances in my living a certain phrase came to  my mind... "Be in relationship with yourself!"  I haven't been able to get that out of my mind.  I have meditated on it, journaled about it, talked about it with friends.  It's crazy, I can't believe at 41 years old I have never thought about that phrase.  

So then, what does it mean to be in relationship with myself?  Well, today it meant coming home from dropping the kids at school and knowing that if I didn't sit down in my chair, cross my legs and be quiet for an hour I was going to go crazy!!!   No, but really I could sense that I needed quiet... I needed to settle.  I needed to sit with me.  I needed to hear the thoughts in my heart and head and see what and why they were there.   I actually needed a good cry... not about anything in particular I just needed to let it out.  So... I did.  

That is what 'Being in relationship with myself' is bringing into my life... 

A knowing of who I am and what I need 

The growing desire to love myself 

The taking time to nurture and give it to myself.

I have been talking to Tim about this thought of "Being in relationship with ourselves." We have been talking about all the things we teach our children to help them grow.  How we teach them things to protect themselves, about right and wrong, how to love our friends, how to be a good friend, etc... but as I have been thinking about being in relationship with myself I posed the question to him, "Do we teach our kids how to be in relationship with themselves?"  Honestly, I don't know if we do that as much as we do the other things we do to help them grow.  And as I think about it... shouldn't our relationship with ourselves be the root where we are grounded in our knowing and our truth so we can move forward into the world to love and lead. 

Taking the time to sit with myself has been so amazing.  To actually take a moment to look at what I am feeling... i.e. maybe Stress and then sit with it to see where it may be coming from... Sadness... why have I been sad.  I have been able to take the power away from some of my emotions and at the same time give  proper attention to other things that are causing me stress or sadness and make changes to make life better. It has actually offered me a honest look at myself.  

To sit and be vulnerable and honest

to be present with myself is powerful... 

Not always easy that is for sure but it's real.  

I feel like it makes my life richer...

I don't know how to explain it ... it just does.  

Maybe it's because I feel like I am owning it, my life.  

It is mine and I begin to love it even more.  

I want to pass this down to my kids.  

The ownership of their lives.  

The beauty of the realness of knowing themselves. 

   

Being in Relationship with Ourselves is the real deal.... 

It's as real as it gets.  And it's good!

Take your clothes off friends...

There is something about friends.... They even had a show about it on TV that we all watched for years.  We watched a group of people live their lives together...quirky, happy, sad, etc... Yes, it was a Hollywood production so it was glamorized but the idea was there.  The idea of living in community, in relationship with people you choose..... the idea of getting all tangled up... getting messy in the good times and hard.  They aren't your born family or married in brothers and sisters they were found... you found each other... you were gifted one another.
Gifted.... I think is what I believe!

In our lives, as women especially, we have our babies surrounded by other women in the same stage of life.  We nurse our babies, share advice, cry through the hardships, smile over the hand painted crafts as our kids grow.  We set up "playdates" for our kids.  We get together for tea so our children can have fun and play with other kids their age.  It's so interesting how we all gravitate towards one another.  Most of us are not in this life wanting to do it alone.  We are looking for people to travel with... for our children to travel with on this journey.  We have our spouse and our families as our foundation, our grounding but our extended "friend families" give us a love and support that is special and of great value.

I am seeing in my own life the different desires I have for community.  The desire to unfold and be real in a vulnerable way with people that I trust.  I have seen how beautiful it is when that happens.  To be the "naked" you with someone... to go home feeling vulnerable because you have been "All out there"... you have been YOU!  And to know you were accepted, even honored... is beautiful!

The heart beats the desire to be accepted as YOU... 

because really that's all you have to give is YOU !  

I guess you can make up a you and I can surely see times in my life when I have done that... insecure times, wanting to be included in a group, wanting to be accepted.  But, to be YOU... to be "all out there" with someone is a big step of trust.

To me being YOU feels vulnerable.... it is a sacred offering to someone!

When someone shares their real self... it's like taking off your clothes.  

There is no covering... nothing to hide behind.  

It's the real deal.  And not always very comfortable.

What a beautiful thing it is to be the "YOU"self... authentic, the real self and see yourself loved by someone.  This path doesn't come without twists in the road, different passerby's, pain and joy but if you are lucky enough to find those friends that know your heartbeat and you know theirs.  Well... you are blessed.

I believe these heart relationships are a beautiful extension of the Divine.  These friendships are a beautiful and loving gift to us.  To be able to be our wonderful, important, beautiful, painful, vulnerable, human selves... our US-SELVES.  To share US with someone else and feel loved and accepted.  This is what the Divine offers us.  It's Freedom!!!!

This journey to our true selves is not always an easy one and the acceptance and knowing is our own but it sure helps to have tea with a friend who you know when she looks at you she loves YOU..... and she feels the same love from you.  I have termed these people "Heart Friends".  They know our hearts, our hurts, our joys... they know us... the REAL US the NAKED US and they love us.

And for that I am so grateful!

These are just the musings of my heart 

as I continue my journey on the road to living as the "BeLoved".

Love, Light and Letting Go.....
Christina

Seeing our wounds.... forgiving and loving ourselves

It was a beautiful morning... just cold enough to get under a blanket on the porch and early enough that the day was fresh with the sounds of birds and the fullness of the wet morning air.  I am growing to crave these quiet moments to myself more and more and when I leave them I feel ready for the day... excited about what it will bring.

I recently bought a new book with short daily meditations that I am thoroughly enjoying.  This morning I decided to read the one for March 16, yesterday, it was so significant to me that I am going to share it.

March 16

Become Willing to Heal your Heart

We don't open our hearts by being a tower of strength.  

We don't open our hearts by glossing things over in our head.  

We open our hearts by telling what we feel.  

We open our hearts by being vulnerable, honest, and gentle.

We've become so strong, so self-sufficient. 

I can deal with that, we say.  

No big deal.  I'll keep moving on.  

Yet many circumstances we've been through, 

and some we're still going through now, 

cause break lines in our heart.  Some of the fractures are small.  

Some are big.  They really hurt.  

Maybe certain people in our lives weren't there for us, 

aren't there for us now in a way we'd like them to be.  

Maybe some deceived us unconsciously or betrayed us deliberately.  

I can deal with that, we say.  I understand.  

They have their own issues.  I forgive.....

Yes, people do have their own issues.  And we do forgive.  

But now it may be time to learn gentleness, compassion, 

understanding,  and forgiveness for ourselves as well.  

We don't open our hearts by ignoring the break lines.  

We take our hand, knowing it's held by God, 

and gently run our fingers across each crack.  

Yes, its' there.  Yes, I feel it.

Taken from ~  Journey to the Heart  by Melody Beattie

These words resonated on so many levels to me but as I sit with them what I hear most is a message of Love.  A message of how hard it is to look at where we have been wounded or have wounded others.  It's much easier to come up with excuses where we were right, they were wrong or even make excuses for those who have hurt us.  But in truth, the really hard work and the loving work is to look at our wounds.  Give them the attention they need to be fully healed.  Take time to Love Ourselves.  To honor those wounded places in us... to take a real look at them is Loving to Ourselves.   

Doing this work is not easy and to say it's part of the journey sounds like a ridiculous understatement... but it is.  This work is a journey of the heart.... it is one of choice and sometimes not a short one.  I feel that taking this intentional look at ourselves we begin to know ourselves deeper.  We begin an intimate journey to knowing our True Selves.  I do believe so deeply that doing the work becomes as much an act of loving ourselves as it will become the love we give to others.

So how to do this.... that is the question.  I have small glimpses from the Divine but definitely don't have the answers.  Sitting with myself is the beginning.  Sitting with the Divine is a safe place to look at myself.   Feeling my body and listening to my heart and my longings.   And walking with gentleness and compassion for myself and others will be important.

Much love and light to all of us on our journey....

Grateful reminders....

As I begin a new day and a new week, which I already see is full of so many activities, I am trying to remind myself to be present.  As I sat down to a moment of quiet to settle my mind I flipped open my journal and stumbled upon something I wrote about a month ago.  It was a gift to me to read this again.  I am grateful to begin my day with this message of love to me and a reminder of presence.  It is beautiful to read this in the quiet space of home before entering into the days beauty and busyness.  My hope is to carry this message with me as I walk through each day.  

Beloved... Beloved... My Beloved

Be loved.

Be present to this day

In this moment

and be loved.

Receive.

That is all.

Receiving vs. Earning

Thinking a lot about what it means to be a Receiver vs. being an Earner this morning.

I'm on a journey these day to truly seeing myself.   I am trying to slow down and take an honest look at myself.  Who I am?  It's crazy to say the least...  Well, I have seen in the past few weeks that I am a "doer".   If you are reading this and you know me you are probably laughing saying... "Duh?" ha!   Yes, Definitely!  I get shit done!  I come up with an idea and by the end of the day or week it is in process or done.  That is a good thing in a lot of ways.  It brings me fulfillment to see things happen and it keeps things going around our house.  I guess you could say, "It gets the laundry done."   But, when it come to identity stuff I see how I can be a "doer" too.... an earner.   I see I can be a "doer" to "earn" a positive view of myself.  Which is really garbage, I know it, but I clearly see that I do it.

So, then how do I make a shift.   How do I live without my feelings of my worthiness being connected to me earning it... being good enough... perfect enough... doing enough?  How do I look at myself from a different vantage point?  As I have been thinking of this I saw something clearly.  Earning comes from doing and doing is very connected to ME....to something "I" do.

A different place to live would be out of a place of receiving.  Receiving is a gift.  It has nothing to do ME... nothing to do with what I do or did or say or create or act out.   Receiving also feels like Waiting.  Sitting.  Listening.  Hearing.  I can say it is not always easy to be a receiver.

I believe receiving without earning is Love.  

It feels like perfect love to me.  

Gifted love.  

Well, I don't have the final answer.  I'm not totally sure how to be more of a receiver and less of a doer in the heart way living... the viewpoint of myself.  But, I see glimpses of the journey... the Sitting, the Listening, the Hearing.  In essence the Receiving.

So....The prayer of my heart this morning is to walk through more days Receiving... Receiving the simple beauty of this life.  But, not just that.   I want to receive in the middle of less doing.  I want to receive the affirmation of who I am from a different place within.  A Gift of Love from the Divine.

Giving and Receiving

by Pujakins

The loving heart

gives without thought,

without stint of itself;

gives and is given in return.

And I am given that I may give,

and give that giving may be and continue.

All life is a giving and a receiving,

that the giving may have a purpose

and the receiving a place to be.

Unfolding the gifts means 

unwrapping the giving

to discover the receiver

and by accepting

the receiver in turn gives 

as the circle becomes complete.

With a full heart my giving is.

With an open heart, my receiving is.

The love that gives and receives

has endless supply and never lacks;

the love that gives without stint

receives the same and more,

and finds in the giving

and in the receiving

endless joy.

What do you do when the Chill Bumps go away...

What do we do when the chill bumps recede?  Well, We Live!  That is what we do.  We put one foot in front of the other and enter into each day.  We enter into our lives.  It's funny to say that because it seems like such a normal thing to do... we do it every day.  We live.  We love our kids, our spouses, our partners... we wash clothes, avoid doing dishes, argue with our spouse and then make up.  We live.

Living can be crazy too... it can be hard to be called to put one foot in front of the other.  Especially, when life isn't what we wish it was...when everything goes on and your heart has a different heaviness.  It's not always right on the surface but it is there.  Life does go on after things happen, when loss creeps in.  You are still mom, wife and friend but sometimes you feel like a spectator to the whole thing.  But in the middle of it... in the middle of this living there is incredible beauty.  I know.  I've seen it.  I've felt it.  It's like the sky sparkles differently somehow... or maybe it always did but I was too damn busy to see it.   The living becomes different... at least it has for me... It becomes intentional.

I have been thinking a lot about living in the past two weeks and what that looks like.  What I want it to look like.  What I have come to is the word INTENTIONAL.  Intentional living... choosing what I want my day to look like, not being swept away by it.  Choosing where and when I spend my time.  I am finding that this new look at intentional living has given my spirit as a whole a new sense of strength.  It's weird... I was trying to feel what word would describe what intentionality has given me and it's hard to describe.  Some people may already be good at being intentional but I have not always been.  I have a creative brain... lots of ideas and have a hard time sitting still.  Being thoughtfully intentional in living is new for me.  I think it has also given me autonomy. I feel I am choosing my life. It is not choosing me.  I feel like I am walking.  I feel the earth beneath me.  I am in it.  I am choosing to be where I am regardless of the wind around me.

So, in the past two weeks I have felt the chill bumps of joy and elation at new truths to my life... entered back into the busyness of it... pondered the anniversary of losing my brother and done the day to day stuff you do.  Although, those initial chill bumps are gone there is a different feeling on my skin, it seems to be deeper, not just on the surface.  It is the sweet deep truths I am thankful for.   I believe those moments of chill bumps are necessary, at least they are for me, they cheer me on, I guess.  They give me new hope in times that I am tired, they wake me up to the truth of it all, the unknowing of it all, the emotions of my life.  Then they settle in and stay with me... evolving into the deeper truth I cary with me as I journey with intention.

I love this poem by Mary Oliver.  

I was introduced to it a couple of weeks ago...  

so many parts of this poem have affirmed how lovely it is to just be... 

to love what I love... 

and how wonderful it is to be a part of this family of things.

Wild Geese

 

You do not have to be good.

You do not have to walk on your knees

For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.

You only have to let the soft animal of your body

love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.

Meanwhile the world goes on.

Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain

are moving across the landscapes,

over the prairies and the deep trees,

the mountains and the rivers.

Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,

are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,

the world offers itself to your imagination,

calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --

over and over announcing your place

in the family of things.

~ Mary Oliver ~

SACRED.....Revisiting what it truly means.

When I wrote about the idea of what is Sacred the other day I did not truly know personally what that meant.  I had an idea from books, photographs, places, definitions but not a personal experience.  Or maybe not an experience I could remember at the moment.  But it is obvious to me now in hind sight that it was a yearning in my heart to know the Sacred.  It's funny how a lot can happen in a couple of days.  Things and people can enter our lives that change them, alter our path forever sometimes.

I had an experience over the weekend that I will not allow myself to diminish and say it was not life changing because it was.  It was truly so deeply meaningful and sacred that I am holding it close to my heart in a way that I can't describe clearly.  It could come out as sounding crazy... yep, I'll admit that.  But to me it was and is beautiful!

How that relates to me revisiting the truth of the sacred is this.  In my last post I don't think I gave the word Sacred the beauty that it deserves or realized the spaces in which it can exists.  I spent a weekend away last weekend... to be totally honest I went away on a Spiritual Retreat.  As I write that it seems funny to say that but I feel comfortable calling it that because that is the truth.  I won't get into the details of everything but I will say that I entered into it in a way kicking and screaming... not literally but I had a lot of trepidation and fear.  I knew about it for a few weeks and couldn't get it out of my mind.  But my own fears were keeping me from planning on going.  Finally, in a conversation with a wise friend and a honest look at myself and support of people who love me I decided to make the commitment to go.  Of course, as soon as I committed to the weekend, filled out the online form, paid the fee, the nervousness returned.  The courage I had felt just moments before when I made the commitment seemed to vanish.  But... I was committed.  Well, in the next day or two the weather turned bad and in my mind I started to worry... "Was it going to be cancelled?"  At this point there was a longing in my heart to go... to have a couple of days of quiet... even if that would be all it would be for me.  Quiet.  Well, on Friday the weather was icy but with a heart of determination and a little excitement I hopped in the truck and went.

It was set in a beautiful place on about 100 acres of land and peaceful.  Quiet and peaceful.  I spent the weekend with 22 people of whom I did not know but as I left them on Sunday they now held a special place in my heart.  Ok... I'm rambling now.  What I am trying to express is how I came to know the Sacred.  Not just know it in my head as a book thing.. a definition.. or a description in an Eastern Meditation book but know it in a way of my heart.

I believe now that the Sacred is around us.  It is in the air we breathe.  I believe in truth it exists in the space between two people when they come together to speak and hold one another in a space of love.  I believe it is in the space when we are alone and allow ourselves to be vulnerable with ourselves about ourselves.  I believe it is in the moment when we listen to one another.... when we listen.  It is in the quiet.  It is in the noise of life.  I believe it is in this life... the beauty and the sorrow of it all it is in the choice to see ourselves as who we are... to believe... to listen to the Sacred to know we are loved and that we were loved long before the creation of this world.

This is my heartfelt look into what it truly means to me to experience the Sacred.  

It is something that can be breathed in everyday it can be shared and cultivated.   

For that I am grateful!

Once again I have to share this poem for it has a deeper heartfelt meaning to for me.

THE TRUE NATURE OF YOUR BELOVED

Know

the true nature of your

Beloved

In

His

loving eyes

your every thought, word, and movement

is always, always

beautiful

Sacred Spaces and Ourselves

Happy Friday.... It's looking like snow here in Greensboro bringing with it excitement and a busyness with early school releases, scrambling with what to do with work and childcare.  It  also brings a stillness and joy with warm fires, hot cocoa and happy children who can think of nothing better than getting out of school early.  I am looking forward to the weekend.

I have been thinking a lot about sacred spaces this week.  What is a sacred space?  What do they look like and why they are important in our lives?  I refer to my studio as a sacred space. This week I have been thinking more about why that is...  I know the main reason is that my dad was huge in creating my studio space for me.  He helped our family turn a dream into a reality all because he loved me and my family.  He wanted me to have a space to create, a space for us to work and a space for our kids to play and make memories with their friends.  Really, that love given from him to me, that in itself makes it a sacred space.  A place to be ourselves, to share and be with friends and a place to grow ourselves into more of who we were created to be..... a place to just be and that's all.

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself 
again and again 

~ Joseph Campbell

You must have a room or a certain hour of the day or so where you do not know what is in the morning paper.  A place where you can simply experience and bring forth what you are or might be.

~ Joseph Campbell

There are times I am so quick to jump into the day... to check in on fb, check the paper, online news...  It is not a bad thing to want to check in, to want to know what is happening around us.  I believe we all desire to be connected with one another.  Connection with other human beings is sacred in its own right.  It is to be cherished.  But to have a time like Joseph Campbell says in the quote above really struck me.  To have a time before it all... all the checking in... to take a moment to center and be with oneself.  I believe this is a truth worth listening too.  To step into the day with a strength about you, a quiet knowing of who you are.. what you are looking to see in this day... even giving yourself the chance to say... I am not excited about this day.  It is like giving ourselves an honest beginning to the day an opening to bring forth who we are and might be in our experiences.  I only say this as a reminder to myself to take the time, take the time to know me as I enter into each day.  Where am I starting from?  It is time not wasted.

Brian Andreas says it quite well in the quote on this sculpture
I have it hanging on the front of my studio.... 

"I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be so it's easier to remember who I am."  ~ Brian Andreas

I love the idea of finding a nook in my home and creating a space for reading, meditating and or snuggling.

Thailand sacred spaces.

So after contemplating the week and being honest with myself I think these cold days have had me in a little bit of a creative funk.  After looking at sacred spaces and being inspired by the beauty of kindred spirits in the creative world I am ready for more creative days in the studio.  I am ready to spend quiet times in sacred spaces tending to matters of the heart and enjoy days of creative freedom.  

I am also looking forward to Spring.  I am not one to hasten on the Seasons because I think we need all of them, each for their own different gifts and reasons.  I can see how Winter is such a quiet and still time.  It's a time where we can't see the growth that is happening under ground but we all know it is there.  I feel that way about the world right now.  I see things happening in so many hearts of people I know and love.  Growth is happening.  We may not always be able to see it on the surface but it is there.  

Soon enough Spring will be here.  We will all be glad to throw open our windows, shake out our rugs and get our hands in the dirt.  We will breathe in new life.  Life will be visibly blooming in front of our eyes.  At times I have to remind myself that even now, on the colder days, a deeper growing is happening.... it's just not always visible at first glance.   Enjoy the weekend and all you experience. 

My Biggest Inspiration and Greatest JOY

So, before I get too far along in this blog I want to share some gratitude for some pretty awesome people.  I  owe the beauty in my life to my family, friends and the beauty of this earth but mainly to three people who share each and every day with me.  I was very lucky to meet this incredible man who decided to choose me 13 years ago.  Yep, I am the lucky one to have found him. I have been blessed with our wonderful children who l love dearly and feel the same love given in return.  They sure open my eyes to myself almost daily and their view of life and the world is one of joy and wonder.   What I have been thankful for as of late is the slowing down I have felt.  It is hard to settle into a slower pace sometimes and I wonder what to do with the space and time.  What I do know is that I enjoy being with these three amazing people.  My life is full because of them.

My creativity is also a gift cultivated by my family.  Without the love and support of my hubby I couldn't spend my days working and creating in my wonderful studio.  My children's art and drawings inspire me so much in my creative process.  Kids artwork is the absolute best!  I love it when they come out to the studio with a drawing of an owl and it becomes a cookie jar... It's crazy cool!

  

My son drew this beautiful bird reminiscent of folk art which now graces many pieces that come of out of my studio.  When I showed him the first bird design on a cup he said, "Wow Mom! It looks like a Moon Bird"... hence came the name, Moon Bird Pottery.  I will dig out the first drawing of the bird and post it sometime soon...  but for now here is the cup.

I just wanted to take a moment and be grateful 

for the wonderful family I am blessed to walk beside on this journey.

I'm sure glad to have them along for this wild ride. ~

i love you

Knowing our true Nature

I want begin this blog with a favorite poem of mine from a book of poems by Daniel Ladinsky.

THE TRUE NATURE OF YOUR BELOVED

Know

the true nature of your

Beloved.

In

His

loving eyes

your every thought, word, and movement

is always, always

beautiful.

I have been thinking about starting a blog to share my journey as a ceramic artist and as a way to share inspiration and creativity.  As I thought of this blog I knew creativity and ceramics would not be all this blog would encompass.  My days in the studio are prefaced by a ritual of morning coffee, reading and time looking at beautiful art and design to get my creative juices flowing.  My studio has become such a sacred space for many reasons during the last 6 months.  I enjoy the space for its freedom of quiet thought and meditation about life.  The creativity that happens in there is the icing on the cake.  

Being able to sit with music and incense burning and create is such a luxury that at times I feel guilty like I should be "doing" something else.  This is where I come back to this poem.  The true nature of the Beloved.... This is at the depth of what I think about on many occasions trying to figure out what I 'should' be doing.  What is the purpose of this life journey we are on?  Then I go back to the simplicity of this poem and what it says without any questions.  It states a simple truth.

In his loving eyes your every thought, word, and movement is beautiful.  

That offers so much freedom.  He does not say it is beautiful because you did or are doing something... there is just freedom to be you, to be creative, to laugh, to cry, to mourn, to dance, to sing.... To live and love.  So, with this in mind I begin this blog.  I hope for it to be a space to be creative, contemplative, inspiring and full of fantastic artistic goodness that makes you smile.  I hope you will journey with me. 

~ Christina