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How does your garden grow? | Every Fibre of My Being
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Every Fibre of My Being. When 140 characters just won't do. We always think there’ll be more time. Getting schooled. →. How does your garden grow? How about a little joy? First, three giant 12-spoked wheels of red, green, blue and orange. Then, contrasting petals of red or blue depending on their background. Those two steps were time-consuming, but not all-consuming. Then, the yellow bit near the tip of each petal. And something happened while I was stitching those on. Thank you, Robyn. And this from the...
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Every Fibre of My Being | When 140 characters just won't do | Page 2
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Every Fibre of My Being. When 140 characters just won't do. Newer posts →. We always think there’ll be more time. Well, I do. I don’t really know about you. But I assume, incorrectly most often, that I will see a friend again, have a chance to express my love more adequately, catch up on what’s going on in her life. And I let time slip by, and I don’t. I lost a dear one yesterday. Suddenly and unexpectedly and … but these things happen, and I should have known better. And then there were none. I thought ...
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Bubbles + Light: November 2011
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Maybe that should have been *20* days of gratitude and beyond? No matter. Truthfully, I have been shying away from this space because 1) way too much has been happening in a short period of time and I have no words to express my gratitude 2) every day is a grateful day, so how could I stop at 30 days? And so. Truly, there are not enough words. I'm cocooning. I'm reveling in the cave time. I'm prepping for winter and I am just not in a place to share. Feeling intense, magical, charged,...Links to this post.
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Bubbles + Light: September 2011
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30 days of Gratitude: Day 3! We've been rising earlier. Yes, the whole family! So many benefits have become obvious. How have we been sleeping away such precious time together? We hop out of bed, get the hot water going, Ben makes his coffee, I make my tea, Baz eats his fruit or yogurt and we all meet out on the back deck for a chat while we watch the sun sparkle through the tree canopy. I listen to my favorite kirtan podcast. Sing along and dance around like a buffoon much to Ben's embarrasment. Yes The...
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Free Spirit Knits: Letting Life Naturally Unfold (& a give-away!)
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Monday, January 2, 2012. Letting Life Naturally Unfold (& a give-away! Slow down and everything you are chasing will come around and catch you. Am I the only one who isn't ready for the new year? Don't get me wrong, I've been organizing a bit. I've been reflecting on the past year. I've written some goals down in my journal. I'm ready to pack up the Christmas decorations and vacuum up the evergreen needles. And yes, I love a new start. A fresh. clean. slate. Planning for the future? I got that stuff down.
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Stop that Commotion: March 2014
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Sunday, March 9, 2014. The Historian (who is possibly the BEST. Dadda in the whole world) arranged an adventure for us this weekend. We went on a mysterious treasure hunt around our own neighbourhood. Are you ready for an adventure? Read the clue. They're cryptic. For example, "I'm at the bottom of the hill and the top of the mountain". On to the next one. Hot chips and a Fire Engine (ahem, and red ale for some) at the local pub. We finished the day with a little fossicking at the Angove Street Collective.
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Stop that Commotion: August 2011
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Wednesday, August 17, 2011. A Love Letter to my Dearest Friend on the Occasion of her Birthday. Thirty years ago we found each other at high school and I am forever grateful that we did. We were together through the. Of our late adolescence. We created our own styles together, sewing and knitting clothes (urg, remember the black polkadot jodpur things I made? Since then we've both had relationships and break ups, joy and sorrow but your friendship has remained a strong constant in my life, like a pair of...
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Stop that Commotion: August 2012
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012. Jennifer at Owl in the Rain recently wrote a post. Revealing some things about herself that she was afraid to tell. It was in protest at the ridiculously high benchmark of perfectly, perfect perfection that blogs with their exquisite photos of idyllic lives set for us.well, that we set for ourselves, in truth. We are our own worst enemies. Hoisted by our own petard, as it were. What do you mean? But the cause is awesome. There should be more honesty about how messed up we a...
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Stop that Commotion: Inevitability Strikes Again
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Thursday, December 8, 2011. Some things are inevitable, unavoidable, irresistible (tautology is my middle name, by the way). First of all, at this time of year, there is the buying and giving of "stuff". Unavoidable. And inevitably I become frustrated with the volume of plastic-y "stuff" that have a built in obsolescence set to expire and become landfill before the year is out so that they can be replaced with a shiny plastic-y thing-a-ma-bob du jour next Christmas. The inevitable angst about presents st...
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Stop that Commotion: Changing
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Sunday, January 26, 2014. It's really hard to know where to begin. I've been thinking a lot about big things. Sustainability, harmony, health, education and making a space for me. To exercise, to read, to write and create. Things have been pushing at the periphery. Like hard knuckles pressing and looking for where the weak spots are so that they can push through. Forcing me to face things. Urging me to make changes as I careen from week to frazzled week. What could go wrong? Posted by Anki and Sassa.
