Friday, May 31, 2013

Welcome June

June... this is the month of June.  Month of enchantment...


Of little flowers-like wisps of fairy wings...


...and turquoise gemstones-like sapphire blue eggs and baby Robins hatching...
 


Sunshine, quietude, brightness, contentment—like magical drops falling from heaven; showering my soul with many blessings. And this extraordinarily awesome brightness surrounding everything; enfolding me; pleasing the earth with joy and peacefulness and harmony.


Oh, it is definitely June... 

 
The earth... the earth is a heavenly cathedral overflowing with the presence of God.


Every single warm, beautiful, generously giving light on our fair planet is reposing on my shoulders; brightening my eyes as it cleanses and purifies my soul and showers me with serenity and freedom, as it reconciles my soul with a broken self.
 
 
I love the month of June.   


Love its brightness and gentleness, love the miracle of life; brought forth with such power from apparent death by this inexplicable and almighty creative force. My mouth lacks words to express my feelings; thoughts cannot stretch enough beyond logic and comprehension... for this amazing power is beyond all comprehension. So I just sit back and accept it. Accept all the colors and scents and rose petals beauty and trails of rock and dust and iridescent wings and every itty bitty wisps of fairies and creatures with hoof-like feet and the such that the month of June brings.

It is magic.  It is magical! 
 
Are you this crazy in love with this time of year? I am I am!



Welcome to my garden, June!


 

Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Roses in an enchanted garden

Spring is magical... Every time, every year!
 
 
Only four days away from the garden, and when I come back, this is what I find...
 
Ah yes, spring is pure magic, indeed!
 
 
 

Roses roses roses, indescribable gorgeous marvelous roses...

 
 
 
A bridge to heaven
 
 
An enchanted world
 

Mud on my feet,
thorns tattooing my skin,
the smell of fresh earth in my body, in my hair;
freckles galore, and then...
then there is this freshness; this glorious newness all around.


The garden is an enchanted place these days. Every hour is a new bird, a new song, a new sprout, new blossom... the soften ground, the sweet smells of things growing, life unfurling—predictable things.... unpredictable happenings—things that always, always, know how to enchant and take your breath away.
 
 



If spring is magic, then certainly the garden must be a magical place too... and I am 100% convinced that it is; that it is an enchanted place... And every spring, the sorcery begins... hocus pocus, abracadabra, trees that looked dead are suddenly laden with leaves, the flowering trees come back to life; daffodils and tulips would pop up out... it is a rebirth, a new beginning... And then the inanimate world starts to wake up...


I have so many peonies this year... plump gorgeous peonies in hot pink and pink blush... some already opened some soon to be...


Love, joy, peace, mirth and all the good vital forces are about us just as the atmosphere... The beauty here is astonishing. There is nothing out of place nothing more lovely more constant and delicate and vital... and the sound of wings... birds? Angels? Floats down to me; but else there is nothing but a great, sun-flooded garden. My little heavens on earth... for now.



Sunday, May 26, 2013

Voyages...

Camping—an expedition to the centre of the earth; a vast well of hope, of something to look forward to... and thus, this weekend we packed our bags and headed off in our Gypsy Caravan to some boondocking somewhere near the river, in the Sawtooth National Forest...

No power, sewer or water hook-ups, just the intricate mystery of the mountains and the immense emerald valley from where I watched the sun go down from shallow grasses on the edge of the mountain....


The clouds sang, and played 'ring around the rosie' with the bright sun, pink, dust purple and there and all around, the sounds of all the tiny mysteries in Nature concealed and revealed to the soul; so magnificent, so giving and forgiving.


I am a speck of dust in the hands of this marvelous green God whose throne sits in the axis of the earth... His voice the sound of the wind; arms swaying tree branches... and this joy tinkling in my feet.. my feet like deer's feet, and He makes me walk on my high hills...


The river on one side...


There's something magical about rivers... rivers are like sacred roads that take us to dreamy lands... rivers bustling with the rush of life. I want to believe that rivers are the truest secret keepers of mankind. And thus, I bring my offerings to the river as I walk in this leafy tabernacle shrouded in silence...


wild flowers under our feet...
 

And above the valley and mountains and miasma in which every living organism coexists—a yellow full moon and the hope of being lulled away to sleep by the peculiar and mystifying song of the grey wolf... somewhere in the belly of the deep forest.
 

Morning... in our gypsy caravan... there is a filler of voids, a sort of satisfaction in hiding among beautiful fabrics. For as long as I can remember, taking a trip in a Gypsy Caravan was a favorite fantasy. Now it is a reality! 
 



This is my source of inspiration... from Pinterest. 
 
 
As much as I would like to, it is somewhat difficult to create a room as elaborate as this one above. Besides the fact that it is not practical to travel with an extra load of unnecessary things, or things that move around, our caravan it's a pliable type of a caravan... which means, it really is just a tent trailer and everything would have to be removed and stored away before we can go anywhere. So this is it for now, although certainly not the finished dream.   

Thank you all most kindly for following us in our voyages...
 
Hugs a plenty, stardust and wanderlust...
 
 

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Roses and perennials

The first roses of the season... "Climbing Collette".
Couldn't wait for them to fully open... 
This was yesterday.


And this today...  slowly opening up.  Just lovely!

 
The first bouquet from the garden...
 
 
White Japanese Snowball Viburnum for my white master room. 
Wish I could change the carpet for hardwood floors. 
My dream!

 
Outside looking in...
 

Rose bushes are heavy with supple buds ready to unfurl any day now... quite the opposite with all the lovely spring-flowering perennials already filling up the garden with color and so much joy. It's a jungle of love and shades and beyond belief beauty here... Ah yes, this is what I live for, and what sustains me during those long winter days...




These are lupines...
they come in many colors--blue, purple, yellow, red, pink and bi-color,
and they grow everywhere in my garden. 
Love them!

 
My friend Florencia gave me some iris roots last spring.
They're finally blooming this year. 
They're so lovely!
 

Salvias and Mexican evening primrose...


Oh and I had to show you my new gypsy bracelet!
I love the jingly sound the shells make when I move... ;)


Hope you have a lovely rest of week!