Row row row your boat

Life on the island is lonely. 

“People inspire you, or they drain you — pick them wisely.” Hans F. Hansen (via stitchedinpa)

"For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows. The joy. The poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff, you have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

You rare girl, once again, you have a body that belongs to no lover, to no father, belongs to no one but you. Wear your sorrow like the lines on your palm. Like a shawl to keep you warm at night. Don’t mourn the love that is lost to you now. It is a book of poems whose meters worked their way into your pulse. Even if it has slipped from your hands, it will stay in your body.

You loved a man who treated you like absinthe, half poison and half god. He tried to sweeten you, to water you down. So you left. And now you have your heart all to yourself again. A heart like a stone cottage. Heart like a lover’s diary. Hope like an ocean.”

Letter From Anais Nin to Clementine von Radics (via rainydaysandblankets)

Landscape with flowers by Mark Briscoe. 

Lots of projects to work on.

Beautiful weather

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The painting on this has been at a stand still since I first painted the green. This shape has entered the picture today. It's something I will be able to add to. So it's in process. 

Green tomatoe chutney!! 

Love beads and finished paintings

Working 3 at a time

I've been so slow. But putting in my time in the art room. 

I've been experimenting with fiber and paint.