under a pink sky

i love the moment when

2008-06-27T10:01:00.005-04:00

...the morning's first hot sip of coffee swirls through and through you, awakening you to a new day.
...inspiration overtakes you in a wave of positive energy.
...you realize and feel fully the embrace of a new season.
...you blow out the candles and make that wish.
...when they are joyfully pronounced husband and wife.
...a new word or concept or skill is mastered, and lights up his face.
...you are about to open your mailbox and are filled with hope and wonder.
...you know you've got something really wonderfully amazing to share.
...you finally receive news that the precious new life has been born.
...the idea or solution crystalizes right before your eyes.
...the stroke of midnight brings a new year of possibility and hope.
...when all your work is completely done.
...someone tears off the wrapping from a gift you give them, while knowing they will absolutely love it.
...you capture on film a moment of pure beauty.
...you finally sit down and have the gift of some time to yourself.
...you see for the first time your hard work really pays off.
...that embrace fills you with warmth.
...you turn the key, and are finally home.
...you read the last delicious words of a book you couldn't put down.
...you see pure joy and love in their eyes.
...you yell "surprise" as the guest of honor walks in.
...the sun peeks out from behind the clouds as the gray skies begin to clear.
...you realize that you will remember this moment, forever.

starting summer at the library

2008-06-23T17:00:00.003-04:00

summer has arrived quietly and with a lazy attitude. the beach is calling (from behind the curtain of rain) and wants us to come out and play. we are slowly ajusting to the new groove of no school and wide open space.

and my computer has decided to go on strike. i am disconnected. no blogging. no emails (except for your comments and messeges i get sent to my phone - thank goodness). so, here i am at the public library tap-tapping away and catching up.

i love the library...the way it smells, the peace and quiet, and all the aisles to wander and lose yourself in, and all the yummy books just waiting to be tucked into a cozy bag and carried away. i forgot what a treasure this place is. note to self **come more often!

off to the movie section and then maybe the children's room :)

love to all the dads

2008-06-12T08:36:00.005-04:00

happy father's day!

what i am not

2008-06-09T07:21:00.006-04:00

it has been a long time since i have felt really centered in myself. i don't feel particularly bad or am looking to feel unrealistically good, i just don't feel quite like myself...whatever that means. in my life i always seem to be redefining who i am, in my mind at least. i don't know if this is a way for me to better understand myself and my feelings, or if it is a survival mechanism i have learned over the years to assimilate and evolve to the complicated landscape of life.

today i want to be someone i am not, but i am not exactly sure who that is. it is a very unsettled feeling that i cannot define, so i am struggling to wrap my head around it. i am struggling to just to be Me.

i have questions without answers. i have happines, but no real joy. i am meloncholy and sleepy but not depressed. i am deep inside myself but cannot see. i am medicated but not really much better. i am wanting for but not even close. i am weary but not worn out. i have passion but little desire. i feel creative and inspired, but cannot get off the ground.

i am drowning in the sweetness and nothingness of everything.

pills

2008-06-05T14:31:00.004-04:00

to medicate or not to medicate, that is the question. well, for me...how much to medicate and when does the medication become worse than what it is treating?

on the cusp of starting a new medication and reading all the literature about it's effacacy, side affects and warnings, i am wonder when enough is enough.

i have always been the type of person who would hold off on taking an advil if i had a headache, and now i am faced with being prescribed some pretty heavy duty medications. it scares me and makes me wonder how badly i need to play with my body's chemical composition. i am not so foolish as to think that i need nothing, but the medical world is like a fancy race car to me...it's a complicated machine completely foreign to me, powerful and it's super-fast, and i'm not sure if i want to be taken for a spin. these drugs are all like that to me - completely intimidating. but i want to feel well. it's all weighing heavily on my mind.

one panic attack, many treasures

2008-06-03T08:24:00.007-04:00

yesterday my camera died, so i had to take this picture with my phone. treasures found at a local antique market....two brightly colored cigar boxes, one a romeo and juliette theme :) and this hand painted mixed media vintage jewelry box - it says inside every unique inspiration has a story...love that!

though i know my life is filled with treasures, i've most recently been bogged down by some pretty serious anxiety and stress...i had my first major panic attack last weekend. it lasted the whole day and it was crushing both physically and emotionally. i was so lucky to have my husband and my family there to help me through it. as i am being treated for my bipolar, there are complicated side effects i have to weed through in order to get my medication right. all the support i have is a real treasure to me.

i am trying to roll with this, but as i have not really felt well in a very long time, it is sometimes hard to pay attention to the diamonds in the rough, the people, moments and little things that make your life sparkle - i guess that is why they call them treasures.

yummy goodness

2008-05-30T07:19:00.011-04:00

pomegranite jasmine tea with a few drops of agave nectar, your emails and comments on my sidekick, learning about twitter, researching new ideas for the Juicy Sidebar over at the wishstudio, anything lemon especially with icing, the beautiful white cranes playing in my backyard, growing herbs in my window greenhouse, little twinkling lights all over my home, twilight over the basin (many pink skies!), a vegan pedicure and manicure gifted to me, all the buzz and rehearsals for a spring preschool concert, crossing things off my to-do list, outdoor parties and cookouts, days at the beach with my toes in the sand, living in a beach cottage in the warm weather, a trip to the art supply store and new canvases and pastels and art markers, the newest issue of artful blogging on my nightstand, homemade chilled seasame noodles for dinner on a hot day, gifting keri smith's wreck this journal to a friend.

what's yummy in your world...?

closeness and distance

2008-05-27T07:21:00.005-04:00

this weekend wore me out. it was a seesaw of highs and lows...excitement and rest...we spent a lot of time together as a family, and with other family and with friends. with that, i needed a bit of distance in the spaces in between. i think i am learning over time that i am very much and intravert. i do have an outgoing personality and always used to think of myself as extraverted, but i think that this is a skill that i have learned over time not actually a natural attribute of mine. for me it is generally work to be "On". i put alot of pressure and expectations on myself, so much of it is internal. the need to crawl into my shell every now and then will often surface. closeness and distance always dancing together.

on the outs... i was gatheing memories, helping my brother move, letting my little one play on the beach for hours, braving the crowds at a local famous bordwalk to play games and eat candy and jump into a photo booth, going to a cookout with kids runnning around and parents trying to catch a moment together.

pulling in...i was journaling photos into my art journal, and blogging in the silence of my studio, napping, watching my son throw out his first cast from my quiet livingroom, taking a drive, at the gym plugged into my ipod, running errands and tuning out.

it is a balancing act for me, and for this past weekend it all harmonized beautifully. hope your weekend was beautiful too!

trail :: a half year project

2008-05-22T08:01:00.004-04:00

part of the manifesto over at the wishstudio is to not only follow a path, but to also leave a trail for others to follow. i think about this often, what my path is, where i am going...it is everchanging. it is not a straight line, it is a wandering. and as i go, i am always dropping breadcrumbs for you to come along, hoping that with me you will discover your best self as well.

i want to to live joyfully and full of authenticity. that IS my path...to live, to love, to create, to connect with others and laugh and be inspired. sometimes i forget the simplicity of my mission and think that i have to actually produce something to define myself...a book, a piece of art, a place,...some thing that is tangible. but as i sit with these ideas more and more i realize that my path, my legacy is in contained in the snapshots of my everyday life.

that is not to say that i should never create anything...(i do still feel like there is so much more inside of me waiting to come out)...but i don't think that is the end all and be all. we both know it is about the process, the journey :)

thinking about this, and being recently inspired by jamie and her project 365 photo challange, i have decided to focus on the smaller moments...the day to day, and join the project. i will add the pictures to my journal and see what unfolds. i imagine the new dimention will inspire a different kind of perspective, and a new perspective is just what i need to jump start the second half of 2008, which is right around the corner.

earthy goodness

2008-05-20T14:46:00.004-04:00

to my surprise and delight, we have a giant old lilac bush in our yard. it's my favorite flower and i just noticed it starting to bloom a few weeks ago...the hallmark that summer is right around the corner and also time to celebrate mothers and fathers. i love these tiny purple buds that are so fragrant and beautifully scented.

today my little gardener and i finally laid our little easter seedlings into the ground. we cleared out an overgrown corner of the earth to neatly bear our flowers, cucumbers, green beans, zucchinis, and pumpkins. we got smudged with dirt and covered with earthy goodness. it felt good to have the sun in our eyes, the scent of lilacs swirling around us (and around me now as i type this :) we hung a handmade birdhouse in the corner to add just the right personal touch. it was hours of hard work, but fun getting all messy and claiming our garden.

i definately don't get my hands in the earth enough. there is something about the tactile experience and the smell that is so gratifying...the quiet pace you find, the sun warming your bones, life in the palm of your hands. it is something special yet so simple. the fall harvest is makes it sweeter still. today i am thankful for this small blessing.

"i wished for a party" :: my motherhood

2008-05-14T06:36:00.010-04:00

we had an hour in the warm sun yesterday that was pure bliss. we discovered a new little park with a tiny bridge and a fountain and an old fortrace and the oldest trees great for climbing. there were a zillion dandilions and i think O made 1000 wishes, but he told me this one in particular with a sheepish and sweet little grin. he's thinking candy filled piniatas, balloons, cake and goodie bags...i'm thinking i wish i could give him all that and so much more.

lately motherhood has been hard for me. yes, now i know i have a challenging child, but that knowledge doesn't make some days any easier. i have been feeling like i am walking on thin ice here in the land before 5. my little guy who is not a baby any more, though not yet a boy but becoming more so every day, challenges every atom of my being. sometimes this is powerful and beautiful and introspective and good, other times it is visceral and frustrating and maddening and not so good.

i wish i could only be patience and light and wonder for this child who i love so fiercely. i admit that i am a person who is ruled by my emotions, and this is not always the best parenting model. so i often worry about failing him. i know in my head it is not that black and white. that our relationship is made up of a million glittering points of light and dark, but it is easy to focus on the dark...when i feed my son ice cream for lunch because i'm too tired to go to the grocery store, when i forget to brush his teeth for the second night in a row, when i don't mean to yell so loudly, when i want to just have ten minutes alone and resent that i can't, when he acts so atrociously i wonder where i went so wrong, when my patience is simply gone.

and then the sun comes out, and he makes wishes even for me, and he wants to hug, and he converses easily with me like a 10 year old about life and all it's curiosities, and he's so happy and sweet and so content i want to weep.

these are my mothering moments lately...sunny and stormy and passionate. he is a lot like me.

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highs and lows :: the past few days

2008-05-12T11:07:00.009-04:00

friday brought rain and fever and tears...our beloved dog mika of 15 years was laid to rest after a long heartwrenching debate and one of the saddest goodbyes i have ever been a part of. my husband and i held him until his very last breath. there are so many words i could say about this loss, but i find my mind wanting to hold it all tightly in, close, just for now.

saturday brought more time in bed...lots of sleeping, fighting germs and saddness and fatigue. feeling very out of sorts and adrift. some quiet in the house, some chaos. riding the waves of emotions and nausia.

sunday brought me upright and rallying for the troops...a mother's day breakfast so sweet yummy i shouldn't have but did, a spontaneous letterboxing trip to find a friend's hidden treasure and getting lost along the way (though so worth the fun and beauty we discovered), tics and dandilions, bright sunshine and strawberry coolatas, planting and gifts and kisses, a failed attempt to go mini golfing (oh well), anonomously knitted baby blankets and caps donated to the local birthing center for all those special mother's day deliveries!

it has been a vary mixed bag of highs and lows. i am happy it is a regular old monday.

from my bed

2008-05-08T19:48:00.000-04:00

from my bed...i can see the tide is going out, the sky has faded from pink and nightime is stealing in, i have the stomach bug, and so does the rest of my family, so the house is quieter than usual, i am on my laptop, pillows propped up,drinking sweet jasmine tea, listening to you, reading, learning, laughing, connecting, feeling a bit hungry, contemplating toast, but then again no, and feeling very sleepy, but content in this quiet moment, with the cool spring breeze blowing in my door and the sun melting into the earth as i drift beneath my covers.

creative therapy

2008-05-05T02:06:00.003-04:00

the weekend was full of creative projects and inspiring moments...sewing, journal making, homemade paper tags, finding bits for my inspiration and vision board starting to take shape, coloring, reading, collaging, listening to podcasts, yoga sequencing, blogging, connecting with you, making cards for mother's day and birthdays to come, reading your emails (which i love), a family party, and yummy gift buying. whew! no wonder why i am exhausted :) hope your weekend filled you to the brim!

an unveiling

2008-04-29T06:26:00.000-04:00

the new wishstudio is unveiled! can't wait to meet you over there...

good things

2008-04-28T10:26:00.002-04:00

watching :: the island come to life...so many birds in the sanctuary~cranes, cardinals, plovers, swans, falcons and countless others. everything starting to turn green. tiny sproutlets growing in our greenhouse window that will become my son's vegetable garden. the daily tides. no tv.

doing :: lots of organizing and purging. family time all around. shopping for lighter springy clothes. writing in my new daily journal that is for my husbands eyes ~ another way for us to connect. letterboxing. trips to the museums.

creating :: lots of little crafty projects like paper making and quick reconstructive sewing old clothes. new spring schedules and routines. new ideas for the wishstudio. outdoor living space on all 3 decks.

thinking :: about... getting a new piercing. going to the squam art retreat. playdates and connecting with friends. deepening my yoga practice. committment and discipline. doing a cleanse again. summercamp. making a website. the next phase of my nonprofit program. goth modern with a french twist.

reading :: lots of blogs. a little erotica. adorn magazine, one of my new faves. manic, a memoir by terri cheney and about bipolar in general. the local newspapers to get more acquainted with our new neighborhood. your emails.

feeling :: wildly content.

just left of center

2008-04-20T01:38:00.005-04:00

you have called me back here
again, and again
to my center
where i have been wandering
just a little to the left
exploring life
feeling my way
searching for something
but knowing it is here
all the this time
a warmth that calls to me
your siren's song
of friends and faith and love
the stuff that makes life golden
and beautiful
and rich...
thank you for always calling me
home.

being bi

2008-03-29T07:10:00.005-04:00

since being diagnosed with bipolar II there is a new clarity to how i experience everything. my emotional meter is read from moment to moment and throught a very different gauge. it is not like getting to know myself again...it is the complete opposite - i am embracing this girl i always kind of knew i was with the lacey web of light and dark that makes up my delicate core.

all through my life i've always felt that what showed on the outside, my characteristics, my posessions, my accomplishments and failures, my smile or my tears...they were all different kinds of masks, and the undercurrent of swirling, sticky emotions was the real, messy me. this often made me feel like an actor playing out my own life. such an odd feeling that i never really could put my finger on or explain. i am not inauthentic or ingenuine, just disconnected.

based on what i was feeling at any given time is the persona that surfaces. no, it's not like having multiple personalities. it'smore like being a character actor and each character in some way shape and form is some real part of me. it is very fragmenting and it makes me often feel like i don't fit in and very insecure. it gives me this feeling of vague unfamiliarity with who i am. i feel most familiar simply with how i feel. now i know why.

now with my bpad II flag flying, i am letting myself really be. i am putting the pieces together. i am sinking in and marrying together all the fractured parts...til death do us part. i no longer have the desire to hold back the good, the bad or the ugly (at least for now) because it feels safe to think there is a logical reason to my, no pun inteded, insanity. although it is not the prettiest thing, i can truly see Me. the real relief is that i knew this all along, and the true surprise is that ultimately it makes me feel a lot less crazy.

promises of spring

2008-03-27T07:24:00.003-04:00

morning dew....more sunshine and blue skies....more time....planting seeds....a new coat of paint....dan zanes and friends.....a slow transition outdoors.....running along the beach to music....opening doors and windows....hiding a new letterbox near a new home....farm stands coming to life....so many new birds to discover.....the first iced coffee....time in the sanctuary....warmth....more color....longer days and a new relaxed rhythm....jazzy music and mohitos.....friends coming over to stare at the sea....twinkling lights outside....handcrafted adirondack chairs....goals realized and big decisions finally made....beach grass and salt march hay....school vacation week....first trip to the science museum....ferry rides on the top deck....new pleasures to be had....more support....chai iced tea with agave nectar....reaching out....organizing, cleaning and purging....an organic detox....family visitors from far away....yoga by the tide....finding a babysitter....potluck burrito night for any and all....more stability and better health....creativity and connections being rekindled....herbs in my greenhouse window....creating our bohemian beach cottage home....antiquing with friends....always another adventure.

far from silence

2008-03-24T08:52:00.004-04:00

yes, i have been quiet here in blogland...i have been quite elsewhere too, but life has not been silent. far from it. it's been full of the sounds of life moving full steam ahead...spring is here and i am anticipating the pheonix rising once again...

quietly, along with a few bubbles, this is enought for now :) thanks to all of you for your support and love.

i have another name

2008-03-14T16:12:00.003-04:00

bright winter moon

through the depth and the darkness and the tangle of trees
there is always light
even when it seems so tiny and so far away
then i break free
and i want to race for the moon
to swallow its warm glow in great gasping gulps
and feel its energy fill me and drench me in life once again
so i devour, i gorge
i consume the light in any way i can
tasting and feeling and grasping big handfulls
digging in my toes and pouring it over where the dark used to be
i am faster and lighter and brighter
creative and witty and passionate and fun
all smiles and ease; the moon shines from within me
then i sit for a moment to catch my breath
and lick my fingertips
of every last sweet moonbeam
and in that moment i stop
a sliver of fear creeps in
just enough to remember the
plunging helplessly
and crashing downward
but by then i am already falling...

while i was gone, i was officially diagnosed with bipolar disorder...bipolar affective disorder II to be exact. it answers so many old questions and fills in so many gaping holes for someone who thought she was simply chronically depressed. it doesn't change my reality, that wild ride of 3/4 highs and crushing lows, but it gives it a form...a substance i can decide to claim or to conquer. today i am happy it simply has a name.

36 gifts

2008-02-15T22:11:00.005-05:00

1...sleeping until daylight, which hasn't happened in a long time
2...waking up to the sweetest, sleepy, off key, rendition of "happy birthday to mama"

3...the card my son picked for me wtih a goofy pug on it that makes him laugh out loud
4...the day stretching out before me with no shoulds, only decadent possibilities
5...thinking ahead to the years to come, with possibly a whole other lifetime still to live
6...a brand new hot pink ipod
7...the sun finally shining after a long stretch of cold and clouds and too much rain
8...confirming plans for the gift of an entire day of just my husband and myself
9...calls and emails and wishes of happiness steadily streaming in throughout the day

10...wearing my favorite pink beaded earrings

11...listening in my car to an interview with the author of buddah 9 to 5
12...a fireside get together with a friend, sipping warm drinks and sharing life
13...making plans to go to a fabulous art retreat next month with some great bloggie friends
14...a special handmade journal wrapped in beautiful paper and ribbon

15...time at home to enjoy the quiet and talk on the phone uninterrupted
16...a free haircut that made me feel lighter and brighter and new
17...window shopping and wandering the aisles alone and contented
18...peanuts and chocolate and hazlenut coffee
19...picking up the latest issue of real simple (with an article about blogs that caught my eye)

20..the soundtrack to the movie juno, so sweet and fun
21...puffy pink and purple clouds in the sky on my way home just before sunset
22...realizing at 5 o'clock it is still daylight, and thinking spring is slowly making it's way
23...surprise plans for a sledding party and bonfire tomorrow night
24...friday pizza and game night and playing with two furry visiters, wind and water
25...a perfect, tiny chocolate cream pie with a pink candle for dessert
26...thoughtful packages filled with goodies from family far away
27...tea and mango licorice and new shiny things to wear around my neck
28...seeing the joy of the occasion in my son's eyes, knowing it is all a gift to him as well
29...writing in my new studio space that i started setting up as my birthday gift to myself
30...the moon shining down on me through the skylight like an old friend saying hello
31...a heart to heart talk with my husband, full of surprises, honesty, emotion and hope
32...one glass of yummy merlot

33...looking forward to the birthday party and get togethers still to come next week
34...loving that my special day is always nestled between valentines and vacation time
35...time to sit and reflect and be grateful
36...going to bed sleepy and fullfilled and happy

our love

2008-02-14T08:04:00.004-05:00

our love is... infinate, strong, & sometimes messy. but it is ours and therefore more than i could ever ask for. it is wheatland street, small factory at the causway, and mika in his playpen. it is c.o.p. and a setup in the isles of toys R' us, it is all night in the park being young and free, the top of mount washington snuggling in sleeping bags zipped together, and the first fateful ski trip with xtc playing in the car. it is elliott always in the sink and in the way, and always new music and new food to share with a girl of the bland suburbs. it is playing hooky from work (even after getting my mom on the phone) to make love and be together. it is life together than apart then together again because we couldn't bear being apart. it is the city of sin by the sea and the friendships born between us, and halloween parties and random fireworks off the balcony. it is adopting a puppy in the night like contraband, and falling in love with all legs and paws. it is the shine of las vegas, and the surreal beauty of havasu falls, and a wedding that was like a dream except for secrets revealed during a toast that ran too long :) it is becoming a part of each other's families, and all of their love and support even when they call too much or don't call at all. it is harold and maude and the sleeping gypsy and ella fitzgerald. it is honeybun, chumely, boogie and bugs. it is kimchee and christmas and hannukah too. it is our struggles big and small but working through them, forgiving and growing and committing to forever again and again.

our love is our son. our son with your love of nature and my desire to create, and my soft eyebrows and your long limbs. it is always teaching and learning life lessons, more than our fair share these days. it is peanut free, and searching for a better way, and trying our best from moment to moment. it is sticker charts, and sambal, and our secret stairs letterbox. it is cows, and fuzzy blanket, and walks on the beach. it is pizza & game night, and making time for each other but also giving space. it is firgiving and accepting and supporting and listening. it is always finding our way back to each other's arms. it is so much more than i could ever write here or even remember, but it has filled me up so completely over and over again with happiness and hope even at the brink of despair.

it is the next chapter to being written, and our happily ever after that i know will be waiting for us at the end. i love you.

being pink

2008-02-12T09:13:00.000-05:00

"me" foam block print negative 2002

pink is often misunderstood. it is somtimes quiet and soft, sometimes baudy and passionate, sometimes hot and shocking. it is distinctly feminine and carries with it many assumptions and even responsibilities.

pink is not quite the molten fire of red, nor the peaceful expanse of white. it encompases an infinity of in betweens often dancing with moody blue and embracing warm yellow. pink has lots of room to play, evolve, and create. pink is dynamic and not always clearly defined. it is flushed with a wide range of emotions.

this is me. pink through and through.

as a teenager i rebelled against pink, thinking it was too conventional, too predictable, too stereotypical and girly, and i chose to dabble in purple for a while. purple felt weightier, more rebellious, darker and more mysterious, and so was i at the time. still i knew that purple wasn't really me. i knew deep down that i was pink.

now, pink nurtures me and inspires me. it wraps me in joy or cradles me with sensitivity. it keeps me in touch with my 'sugar and spice'. it feels pretty and creative and sexy and beautiful. pink is dreamy. pink is love. pink unites women. pink is powerful.

are you pink too?

yin & yang

2008-02-06T20:10:00.000-05:00

the energy of yin (how i am feeling today)

fascinating eastern thinking believes in the core principals of yin and yang; that the universe, and therefore everything in it, is locked in this eternal dance of expansion (yin) and contraction (yang). everything is made up of both this inward and outward energy in different fluctuating ratios, which always has a profound effect on how things relate to one another on any given day.

in my quiet space i have been learning more about this philosophy, and have been practicing looking at my world through this new yin/yang filter.

here is a peek at some of what i see...

the cold embrace of winter and a world in hibernation (yang) ~ the yearning for spring and the promise of it's return (yin)

a period of downward gathering emotions drawing me into myself (yang) ~ the energy of other souls helping to usher me forward (yin)

the grounding energy from the earth spiraling upward (yin) ~ the the radiant energy of the universe pouring down over us (yang) {which by the way is what creates your chakras}

too many salty foods (yang) ~ creating cravings for sweetness (yin)

needing badly to rest and retreat (yang) ~ giving way to inspired energy to do and create (yin)

a physical malady that encourages a kind of hardening (yang) ~ as well as a symptom of swelling (yin)

grounding in productivity focusing on tasks (yang) ~ helping to subdue the swirling of emotions (yin)

depression (extreme yang) ~ mania (extreme yin)

coming back to share in this blogging world (yin) ~ quietly looking into your world too (yang)

thinking, feeling, planning (yang) ~ being, doing, creating, connecting (yin)

making a real connection that always give me wings (yin) ~ and a sweet gypsy who sent me the gift of earthly roots, a little tree (yang) {o.k. i took a little creative license here, but you get the idea}

so you see now how this dance is always moving around us and through us. i am beginning to understand these energies and have found that i have instinctively felt them all along. i've learned too that the urge to want to create a perfect balance between these forces is very western thinking and philosophically unproductive, for things are not ever in perfect balance nor do they ever stay the same. aligning yourself as best you can within the moment is what is needed to be truly centered, free, and happy. so it's thought.

i believe in this.

in the everchanging.

in the flow of one thing always becoming it's opposite.

in the combining of forces always creating and uncreating.

in aligning with the moment so you can sink into life, not float above it.

this (i think) is where you find real beauty and joy...in that very moment of alignment ~ of your words, of your feelings, of your eye through the lens of a camera, of the colors on your brush, of your actions and practices, of being in nature, of what you eat, or even of your life's circumstances.

thank you all for filling my well with yin...xo