clear in our need
She never questioned her hankering for oranges, never
wondered why something in her palate or the deeper request
of her belly insisted on that handful of tart-sweet wedges. The body is clever,
hearing so precisely its own...
Thank you
to all who stopped by to participate in my little giveaway ...
it was entirely lovely to hear from some of you who are normally
so
very
quiet,
and equally as lovely to have old
[and some not so old]
pals stopping by to join the celebration.
Alrighty...
Can hardly believe it. This is my 200th blog post.
Will you join me in a giveaway to celebrate?
Not too fancy ... just a couple of small tokens
to let you know how much I appreciate your visits here.
I probably wouldn't have kept at it this...
After the workshop with India finished, my feet did not touch the ground
for about two weeks.
The first dye pot to hit the little hot plate on the porch
became a native "soup" ... still riding high on inspiration,
I took a gamble with...
[ click HERE to read part one ]
Breakfast bundles the second morning ... looking as tasty as blueberry, cinnamon,
and maple-covered scones, no? Worth getting up for
and better than Christmas
in my books.
Purple carrots made for a colorful...
Some scribblings & assorted notes ... from a beadworker, picture taker, natural dyer, stitcher of stories and garden maker ... happily unleashed with my soul-mutt dawg, wandering the Pacific Northwest of America and venturing down all sorts of paths of inspiration.