Laundry Line Divine

Earliest photo of moi

My favorite art spot

There you have it. From September 8, 1958 at St. Francis Hospital in Evanston, Illinois, where my Mom sent me back to the nursery because she expected a blonde baby and that is just what I was not. She was eventually persuaded that I was her child. Thankfully so. I dearly love my Mom and am grateful to be on this ride with her blue eyes as love lighthouses for me.

Then, just 2 weeks ago in Tuscany, taking in the view and putting it on paper. I had such an art fest. I will share with you my collage-a-days, but until then, there I am.

What a beautiful, auspicious birthday…Rosh Hasanah and something groovy going on with the Moon.

I stand for all that is good in you and all that is as yet unloved. I stand for all that is good in me and all that is as yet unloved. Even those people in Gainesville…I send love their way and pray they will open their hearts.

Rain gave way to sun, then a blustery afternoon kept me in the kitchen with tea and comfort. Basil scents the house along with chicken roasting. Apples and honey on the table for a sweet New Year.

I am one blessed woman. So glad my Mom claimed me. So glad I have claimed myself. And so glad you, in reading me here, take something of what I have to offer.

Love, S

The Orleans County Fair is full of wonders

We are very comfortable with our German family here in Munchen.
I have wandered far and wide since I last posted…from Harvard Yard to Monte San Savino in Tuscany, through the Alps to Munich. I am on quite an adventure.

I am struck by this kindness of this soft planet upon which I walk.

Today we are off to the center of this city to see what we shall see.
Those piggies are from Vermont and who can blame them for the comfort they offer one another?
As I woke in the windy morning after a rain filled night here in Munich, the warm quiet solace of this home struck me with awe. This is where Ben shall spend a few months of his life, here with this open hearted family.
If I trace the chain of gratitude for all that conspired to bring me, bring us all, to this moment, I find myself grateful for things that once broke my heart.

But the breaking was a breaking open to deeper love.
The fear was of the unknown, of being out of control. Not ever fear for my animal life. Fear for my percieved life, but what emerged is a new life, a wider view and a bigger presence by virtue of being loved and loving many.

How can I thank you for being here with me?
How can I thank the Infinite for gifting me with this and every breath to follow?
How can I offer my gratitude for the challenges and vistas I have lived through to be here now?

I will spend my life living these questions.
In utter and complete thanks, I inhale in to the day.

The Mystery of the Moment

To the mind there is such a thing as news
whereas to the inner knowing, it is all in the middle of it’s happening.

To doubters, this is a pain.
To believers, it’s gospel.
To the lover and the visionary,
it is life as it’s being lived.

Rumi

All my love to you each.
I will post more photos and art once I figure out the mechanics.
The paper trail of this journey is luscious.

Love, S