growing up girl

Tag: kindred

a new day. sacred life.

yesterday. a long lazy holiday weekend. filled with silly pixies, a house filled with much chatter, some quiet moments and scents of cookies and rum punch. today. pjs are still worn, bed head looking extra sweet.  i sit soaking it all in. hoping to find my creative vibe, holding on to the silly chatter, moments with friends [...]

chickadee road :: tattoo sale!

last month liz and i began a new part of the journey. a new little project that really isn’t little at all. chickadee road is a happy spot for kindreds. liz and i each believe that by nurturing our friendships and sharing others stories, that we each get a view into our world that can only make our [...]

kindred party :: chickadee road.

the last few years my life has been filled with new souls that have met me along my own yellow brick road.  each one filling my life with some really amazing color and fluff. and on this path i met liz. i can’t tell you how i am excited today to be able to announce something that has been forming since [...]

sacred life….home.

fickle radiance…..self portraits, viv mcmasters….create magic retreat a girl. blossoming shining blooming she. addresses the days velvety pinks sprinkling the fertile grass with her barefoot toes a girl. occasionally lacking sensibility  fickle days whispering disharmony causing a tailspin. a girl. sprinkling emerging life she is reminded of her bounty. ….me…. inspired by a liz lamoreux [...]

tend . kindred . love

happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. it is not perfected till it is shared.                [...]

little pockets….the journey.

one day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at the ankles. “mend my life!” each voice cried. but you didn’t stop. you knew what you had to do, [...]