Let the beauty of what you love be what you do. -Rumi

I read a quick Washington Post article someone posted on fb this morning. (I really need to delete that app but for some reason I haven’t yet. Is it FOMO? I guess so. But really, who the f* cares?!?!?!) Back to Rumi and the Post article. It said that telling people to “find their passion” could be detrimental, they might give up early or blah, blah, blah. But yet I find truth resounding in this article. I’ve been at a stand-still in my pottery career due to the many variables of life. I’ve been lost. And I suppose that’s what the article was saying, broaden your views to more than a singular “passion”. I need widen the creative road I am on. There are many things that I can cultivate into a thing of beauty or wonder or meaning. And I hold true to my belief that we need more love and beauty all around us.

*Notes: The article did not actually use the words “detrimental” (or “blah, blah, blah” for that matter), that’s simply the way my brain internalized the information. Photo taken at Hanging Rock State Park. I added the text via WordSwag. xo -d:)

teespring

I’m trying something new here & I have to say I’m thankful for my graphic design background. You know those Facebook posts that say, “take a screenshot to find out what [fill in the blank] is”? Well, my quote for 2018 is, “It always seems impossible until it’s done.” I don’t know what “it” is so maybe a better quote for me would have been “keep moving forward”.

I have been, and am, a potter by trade. Over the years I’ve combined design & pottery directly and indirectly. And although it might be years behind the curve I’ve recently been having fun taking some of my designs into the world of custom print apparel.

With that, here’s this: the We Stay Love Teespring storefront.

Sometimes you have to leave the forest to see the trees. I realized this quite literally attempting to trace fallen poplar blossoms to their origin. It wasn’t until I removed myself a significant distance that I was able to find the flowers swaying in the treetops.

Similar to getting outside your comfort area to help you find the focus of beauty in your life. Not 100% sure my brain will be able to put the connection in words, but I searched for the audiobook “the life changing magic of tidying up” by Marie Kondo and it’s been game on. (I was able to borrow the audiobook from the library via OverDrive, thanks to a good friend for telling about this app!)

I took every piece of clothing I owned out of every drawer, out of every closet. I sorted. I wanted to bury my head in a pile of shirts out of frustration, but by the end of the day it was done.

This sounds a little material minded to me. However at the risk of sounding fru, it was spiritual. I’m realizing it’s an exercise in energy & awareness. Things most certainly contain energy, we learn that in elementary science. We are honing our skills on what we appreciate and giving gratitude on the seemingly mundane items that surround us everyday. So, on to the next category in our home. My goal is to feel more alive in our space. To, in the future, add items with actual meaning & value.

Many times I’ve complained about not having enough storage in our small house. I began to realize our space was plenty big to accommodate our small family. I just don’t have a firm grasp on how utilize it correctly.

By this initial act of piling (it all!), stepping away and re-approaching with the intent of finding joy, of searching for the tulip poplar flowers, you can find what inspires you & weed out what does not. 

duck momma

As I sat in the bathroom this morning drinking my ACV, green tea, cayenne water I watched these babies & laughed. They’re so cute! We’ve converted the small bath into temporary water fowl housing. The bigger ducklings keep stepping in the inch deep tray of water I gave them, then running around the bathtub reminiscent of swimming laps. They’re ready! As they grow they’ll transition to the coop Tim made last year. Final destination: the property ponds & beyond.

So duck momma, baby momma, boxer momma, aunty. Whatever title(s) the time of day holds, I’ll take it!

I see posts flying around about all moms really want for Mother’s Day is peace & quiet. Yesterday when I shut the door to shower, in they come asking me how to tie their balloons. I’m trying to explain through the glass door. It made me laugh and it’s moments like these that I love. 

mellow yellow

The first time I saw these I was told they were chicken poop flowers. They’re in the fields every year after manure is spread. The smell is amazing...  I’m not sure if the flowers correspond with fertilizer or simply the time of year, but I always thought it wasn’t the nicest thing to call these little flowers. Like the lotus, out of mud, muck & in this case maybe poo, beauty will flourish. 

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