my star garden

freelance consultant // right brain planner // art journaler {artist & dreamer; maker of collage & altered books; doodler & junk-mail collager; stargazer & red dirt gardener} // day-dream believer & visual thinker {outed introvert & discoverer of the magic of solitude and quietness}

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    {listening} // crackling of fire reducing tree trimming to ash / the songs of cicadas / repetitive motion of a hand saw as he prunes / whispers of my momma heart / memories of his cooing baby sounds as I planted this tree / his tree, an heirloom seedling from my great-great grandmother / native rustlings of my sacred two and half acre wood / this land I have sown and loved and watched my babies and grandbabies play / I hear the ticking of the clock of my {living} … These things I hear as I listen 💙✨ #liberatedlinesclear #liberatedlines #listpoetry #mommoment

    {listening} // crackling of fire reducing tree trimming to ash / the songs of cicadas / repetitive motion of a hand saw as he prunes / whispers of my momma heart / memories of his cooing baby sounds as I planted this tree / his tree, an heirloom seedling from my great-great grandmother / native rustlings of my sacred two and half acre wood / this land I have sown and loved and watched my babies and grandbabies play / I hear the ticking of the clock of my {living} … These things I hear as I listen 💙✨ #liberatedlinesclear #liberatedlines #listpoetry #mommoment

    — 20 hours ago
    {allotments}

    {allotments}

    — 22 hours ago
    #daily 
    The Winter of Listening

    All those years
    listening to those
    who had
    nothing to say.

    All those years
    forgetting
    how everything
    has its own voice
    to make
    itself heard.

    All those years
    forgetting
    how easily
    you can belong
    to everything
    simply by listening.

    And the slow
    difficulty
    of remembering
    how everything
    is born from
    an opposite
    and miraculous
    otherness.

    Silence and winter
    has led me to that
    otherness.

    So let this winter
    of listening
    be enough
    for the new life
    I must call my own

    David Whyte, The Winter of Listening

    — 1 day ago
    #david whyte 
    Love After Love



    The time will come
    when, with elation,
    you will greet yourself arriving
    at your own door, in your own mirror,
    and each will smile at the other’s welcome
    and say, sit here. Eat.
    You will love again the stranger who was your self.
    Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
    to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
    all your life, whom you have ignored
    for another, who knows you by heart.
    Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
    the photographs, the desperate notes,
    peel your own image from the mirror.
    Sit. Feast on your life.

    Derek Walcott, Collected Poems 1948-1984, New York, Farrar Straus Giroux, 1986.

    — 1 day ago
    #self care  #forgive yourself 
    ⭐️ she tried // #listen #filters #liberatedlines #liberatedlinesclear

    ⭐️ she tried // #listen #filters #liberatedlines #liberatedlinesclear

    — 1 day ago with 1 note
    #daily 
    "An intellectual is a man who says a simple thing in a difficult way; an artist is a man who says a difficult thing in a simple way."
    Charles Bukowski (via mycolorbook)
    — 2 days ago with 22 notes
    ✩ Don’t pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches. ~Andy Warhol // shake it off :eyeroll: ;)

    ✩ Don’t pay any attention to what they write about you. Just measure it in inches. ~Andy Warhol // shake it off :eyeroll: ;)

    — 2 days ago with 1 note
    #daily  #see clearly  #be true to you 
    mycolorbook:

"We’re irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?"
The Complete Neurotic’s Notebook, Mignon McLaughlin



(S.C.Z.)

    mycolorbook:

    "We’re irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?"

    The Complete Neurotic’s Notebook, Mignon McLaughlin

    (S.C.Z.)

    — 2 days ago with 4 notes
    fleurdulys:

Breakers at Granville Point - Paul Huet
1853

    fleurdulys:

    Breakers at Granville Point - Paul Huet

    1853

    — 2 days ago with 1498 notes
    fleurdulys:

The Weary Moon - Edward Robert Hughes
~1900

    fleurdulys:

    The Weary Moon - Edward Robert Hughes

    ~1900

    (via mycolorbook)

    — 2 days ago with 347 notes
    Enough. These few words are enough.If not these words, this breath.If not this breath, this sitting here.
This opening to the lifewe have refusedagain and againuntil now.
Until now.
-David Whyte-
What are you curating, Braveheart? What is {enough} for now? for always?

    Enough. These few words are enough.
    If not these words, this breath.
    If not this breath, this sitting here.

    This opening to the life
    we have refused
    again and again
    until now.

    Until now.

    -David Whyte-


    What are you curating, Braveheart? What is {enough} for now? for always?

    — 2 days ago
    #enough  #curating  #rightbrainplan  #stargardener