Leaving on a jetplane

I'm off to Peru for a couple of weeks. More to come soon.

chez Jule

I have been in Paris for work several times this month. I was fortunate to be able to stay at the house whisperer's house. Each room has a story and time slows a little here. Enjoy a peak into her beautiful world.

The house whisperers..part 4

After the baking comes the dreaming...




and the waking...




Plans need to be made.There are adventures to attend to....




and moments to be captured...




and if you are quiet enough you can capture the capturer

The House Whisperer...part 3

I have been traveling a lot for work. I was able to stay in the house whisperer's house. The series continues....

We have been reading "In the night kitchen" around here


These pictures make me sing "milk in the batter, milk in the batter, stir it, scrape it, make it, bake it"


And so the bakers baked up a storm so we could have cake in the morn.

The house whisperer....part 2

Do send her to the market for flowers....and encourage collections from your yard.


Let her rummage through your scraps of fabric and bits of paper...visions need to be fed.







When you make an offering of your bouquet, you can claim responsibility for the beautiful creation...after all you did send her to the market :) But you will cave in the end and say "I had help".

The house whisperer....part 1

She is a curator of daily life. She demands you retrieve beauty from each moment...a cup of coffee, a meal, ironing your favorite shirt.



She uses all the best dishes, all the time. Who else are they for....especially those small pods and delicate dishes you made.

She pours through a house like a magic wand leaving it just a bit dreamier than you remember.

Sail away

Sail.

Circling round tall ships...red sky at night...fireworks. I love Amsterdam.

Gone Fishing

Hi. New job, new house, new studio.... family time, lake time, summer time.
I'm back now.

sonnets to orpheus

Want the change. Be inspired by the flame
where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
as the curve of the body as it turns away.

What locks itself in sameness has congealed.
Is it safer to be grey and numb?
What turns hard becomes rigid
and is easily shattered.

Pour yourself like a fountain.
Flow into the knowledge that what you are seeking
finishes often at the start, and, with ending, begins.

Every happiness is the child of a separation
it did not think it could survive. And Daphne,
becoming a laurel,
dares you to become the wind.


...reminded lately of my great love for Rilke. Some poems catch your breath and needle into your heart. The book with this poem fell off the shelf onto this page while I was packing. It has been sitting in my pocket for a few days now.
Enjoy the weather this weekend. Become the wind....
(sonnets to Orpheus, Part Two, XII by Rainier Maria Rilke - Translated by Anita Barrows and Joanna Macy)

Afternoon delight

I love the afternoon light in my house. Especially in this room, it pours in and eases even the hardest of days. I don't get to spend enough time in this room, so I decided in the two months i have left in this house to move more of my son's playthings into this room..now we can both "work" and I can take advantage of the haven I have right here.

Wait...

some things just take their time unfurling.

Time to move house...

He has informed me that it's time to move house...ours is old and has "cracks in the ceiling and sharks in the walls".


This is our new one, built to withstand giant storms.