Oh autumn,
colour my heart.
Come, walk with me in the ruins.
oh, my heart.
Stories of the past, left to rot.
abandonment
I smell a coffee table book brewing.
Love these! Thanks for exploring and for sharing.
Ha, just seeing this now. I should make a book out of these. Thanks for looking and enjoying. <3
Oh, reckless abandon.
You in fine dress, and me.
The following photos by Joel Pelletier
photos by Joel Pelletier
Follow the path, go ahead, there is no wrong way.
Be still and listen.
Silence is full of wisdom.
The peaks are dusted,
winter is coming.
There is such magic in the early morning.
What a blessing.
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The mist has returned, autumn has arrived.
It is time to dream.
With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon,
who could not be happy?
-Oscar Wilde
There she stood, there I stood.
There we stood,
trusting.
.
Send down the roots, grounded.
Land slides – uprooted
Clinging, dangling, breathing
let go, change.
What a reality this macro world is. I have much to learn and witness in this closeness.
How exciting!
“You meet her at the well.
She is drawing water while singing the songs of creation. She is living by the fountains where the waters of life rise from the depth. She is dancing there for the Creator. And she knows how to tell the ancient stories that are still alive in our blood reminding us where we come from. She is at home at the source of Life….
She is still there. She is you.
~Angela Fischer
Oh St. John’s Wort,
Whisper to me, the secrets of your heart
Shine your sweet sunshine upon my darkend mind
Soothe my nervous endings, and brighten my weary soul
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I spent the day with these two lovely humans. Krista is an herbalist living in Victoria BC. You can learn more about her here – http://www.kristadawnpoulton.com/
Brendan is an acupuncturist living in the Slocan Valley. He practises out of Winlaw and Kaslo. To learn more about Brendan – http://www.ravenacupuncture.com/
Fragile and stunning.
I am breathless.
Elegance and grace, strength, and wisdom. Lacing together the words, the worlds.
Weaver of dreams, I am inspired .
This is Zaynab, a wonderful word enchantress, performer and educator.
Check her out – you won’t be disappointed!
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Marvellous foxglove.
Bumbling bees bumble inside your graceful bells, intoxicated by sweet nectar.
Elegant daisy.
Two flowers in one, how humbly attractive you are
the butterfly and the bee would most certainly agree.
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feeling it, this grey.
lightening the load, of the “things” that do not serve.
thoughts, stories, worries, objects, perspective, clothes…
ruthlessness is the key, does it bring joy?
cherish and integrate, or release.
I had planned to do a photoshoot with my mom while she was here visiting me. This wasn’t exactly what I had in mind, but I actually never really know what I have in mind. Creativity is it’s own beast, I must act accordingly.
Jokes are for the serious.
Truth is for the liars.
Silly is for the boring.
I’m reading this book – World Made By Hand by James Howard Kunstler. I love it. I also really like apocalyptic stories, like this one. There is a certain, unnamable quality and romanticism I have about our world as we know it collapsing. These photos were inspired by those thoughts.
Subtle is my specialty.
And, it’s my birthday (week) so a little subtle scandal was called for. Another speciality of mine.
Frustrated, overwhelmed, fatigued. Slowing down is the intention, but when and how? I’ve created this suffering myself, and it’s just where I’m at today, it’s not forever. Deep breaths lead to remembering. One foot in front of the other and don’t look back – there is nothing there for me.
Find the extraordinary in the ordinary and you will not be disappointed. This woman is super duper extraordinary, and where we took photos one might say is ordinary, but not today. This old logging road may seem ordinary to those not looking for the extraordinary – but let me tell you, magic can be anywhere you want it to be.