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.

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. 

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