Monday, January 28, 2013

Covet / Botanical Alchemy

Botanical Alchemy. 

Scents are known to have a profound effect on a person, elevating moods, relaxing the mind, and bringing to mind a vision or memory connected to a particular scent. I love lighting candles primarily beeswax, and I love incense and candlelit baths infused with a particular aromatic. Sometimes I want rose, or jasmine, or lavender. 

We connect particular scents with their origins and vision. The of scent of a rose evokes beauty, passion, love. Herbs and plants evoke gardens, nature, the feeling of being in a woodland area.  Along with recall, we are just drawn to certain things. I love the scent of the air after it rains, and the ocean waves. So I'll be be drawn to lilies and earthy scents. Also, herbs like peppermint of chamomile which are naturally relaxing due to their volatile nature cause those reactions and have been used by many cultures (Egyptians revered chamomile for their healing and soothing properties)

Etsy is a wonderful site providing access to unique and conscious sellers creating pieces that are beautiful (like the Victorian locket perfume) and ethical (like the sustainable harvested beeswax candle). Here are some pieces I am currently coveting (craving/want) and will no doubt make their way into my palms at some point this years, that's a wish & a goal. 

Please click the photo to be directed to the appropriate source. 

100% Beeswax Travel Candle by The Benevolent Bee
Victorian Inspired Perfume Locket by IlluminatedPerfume

Terrarium Kit by ABJ Glassworks

 Handmade Vegan Soap by The Little Raggamuffin

Rose and Chamomile Cleansing Nectar by Marble and Milkweed

Yarrow Buttercream by Fig+Yarrow

Monday, January 21, 2013

Morphean: of, like or pertaining to dreams or to sleep.

    The other day I met growth. On Tuesday I went to lunch with my sweet Tina in Silverlake, found an amazing brand of raw, organic rose kombucha, I found myself talking, and even though I was talking to my friend I was also talking to myself as well. Art is something I have done on my own since I was young. Innately and passionately. I realized the difference from when I was a child, to now is that I didn't think about creating when I was young. I created because it was like breathing. It was an escape. A daydream. A dream. My reaction. As you get older I became more aware. Perhaps less nurturing and more oriented and attached but not in a healthy way. I want to tell stories, hide secrets, weave dreams and honor nature, discover science. Instead of feeling like a tight-rope walker scared of a misstep I have to return to the path I took as a child.

    Throw yourself to the wind and nurture and trust yourself. Having expectations is helpful but depending on them is a block. I am going to make an effort to practice everyday and accept the journey whether it is short or long, positive or bumpy. The path of growth is an unexpected, unknown and sometimes intimidating. If growth was easy, we wouldn't learn from it. Growth is necessary and worth the journey, to practice and experiment and step outside what is comfortable, but staying true to your voice and nature is the balance I need to discover and work on.

Practicing/learning/forever cleaning my palette

petals unfurling

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

"I hid my heart in a nest of roses"

I have fallen a little ill. Winter chills I suppose. I have been layering on sweater after sweater, knee high socks and drinking ubiquitous amounts of tea to hinder the cold. Wrapped in blankets and ribbon braiding my hair as I sleepily watch Audrey Hepburn films on the television, falling asleep and waking up at the early hours of dawn to my mother's brewing her coffee and the birds singing, they like to perch on our windowsill as if to wake us up and graciously give them some seeds.

Here is a little mood-board of a past beautiful life. Of old things, once beloved and meant to be re-loved again until they become dust in our hands and swept by the wind. I am waiting for the warmest bowl of porridge to cool so I may devour it like a bear. My father brought me pink roses and I want to press them so I can keep them forever, within a treasure chest. I do wish I could step into these images like Lucy and her siblings did in the wardrobe, leading them into Narnia. I wonder where these images would lead me to. Seldom do I not dream..

Sunday, January 6, 2013

"The cat likes overhearing children's stories"

With the new years comes the desire from resolutions  goals, things to overcome in the new year. Though I have written a bit about what I would like the new year to bring, but I think it is a good to have dreams and I like to think of goals as a paper ship ride, not fully knowing where you will go but eventually, you will reach land. And that is important. To journey and have a vision (or several) and see where the wind will take you.

This  year I would like to

1. Harvest a garden. I want wildflowers, herbs and maybe a small lemon tree
2. Explore more of California, and have more adventures in general, make new friendships
3. Journal more. I admire people who at the end of the year have heavily filled journals
4. Write down every bit of inspiration, vision and dream
5. Tackle new knitting techniques, as daunting or intimidating as it may seem
6. Collect more treasures and old books
7. Focus more on my darling pen pals/packages
8. Join a workshop, any kind, at least once this year
9. My goal this year is to read 60 books.
10. Improve my health organically, holistically. blogs I love : Brit, Sarah and Keeper of the Home
11. Document more, I used to be someone who took photos and captured memories, I haven't done that in years, I want to return to collecting memories

I have more but I'll keep this one short!

chasing birds