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Maddie

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Maddie

I love this photo of my favorite cabinet in my home. The cabinet is painted a lovely carmine red and I am constantly happily shifting things around on it. Presently there are shells and Japanese fishing floats, nests, feathers and a vintage mercury glass bird as well. Beside the cabinet is a comfy couch and i love to curl up here with my morning coffee and write in my journal or read a book.

For the past few days there have been ‘blue drops of salt water falling’ in various comments in the ‘persisting soul‘ photography course. In her creative offering for the course this week, Jen Gray was speaking of ‘soul’ and wrote ‘I believe your Soul won’t ever bail on you, and forever roots for your life.’ Holy doodles!! This simple yet powerful statement clearly touched a nerve and I couldn’t help but feel as if the artists in the course were gathering in a circle returning from a long exile to a truth they knew in their bones but hadn’t had illuminated for them in words.

Jen’s words of wisdom were little silver keys springing open all the doors and windows in a dusty old castle with a whistling gasp of fresh air whooshing in. Yet again in this course I was moved with the realization that I am not the ‘teacher’ of this class…for some alchemic reason we have ‘all become muses to one another’ as my friend Amanda said so beautifully.

When I turn these words over in my heart, “I believe Soul won’t ever bail on you, and forever roots for your life’ I am so affected by the realization that while I know this delicate yet profound truth in my very spirit, my mind alas has at times forgotten this. It is so good to be reminded of something so powerful, constant and true. A potent nudge to trust the soul, it’s intuitions and the neverending and mysterious journey of love.  We can never be desouled!

‘It has been partly such play with scale that has drawn my attention to the intervals between events, to what is happening when ‘nothing’ is happening. The meaning of two hands clapped is fixed in the soundless interval between the claps. Just so, the meaning of our experience is held in the infinitely short intervals between our sensory perceptions.’

~ Anne Truitt (the journal of an artist) ~

 Perhaps the most sacred gift of Jen’s words is the illumination that we are never alone, abandoned or truly lost.  In between the intervals of events in our lives, the soul is deep at work cheering us on and navigating our paths with a true compass if we only pay attention and trust it’s ringing voice ‘intuition.’  Alleluia!  

This day is so gorgeous, the sun is shining ever so brightly and a persistent owl has been following me around in my garden in broad daylight!. I am not quite sure what to make of this!

This afternoon I am taking my camera, a thermos of ginger green tea, and my book for an hour of vermillion solitude on the hill by the curve of the crackling sea.  Later I am cleaning the house getting ready for a dear friend who is visiting from San Francisco.  I would love to leave you with this little film of wonder to delight your soulbones as well as a little gallery of  beauty from the persisting soul class.

sending so much love your way,

xoxo

maddie

My friend Wynia and I had breakfast at Fremont coffee last weekend  following up chai lattes and almond croissants with a gorgeous walk along the canal. On the way home we ran into Ben (Wynia’s wonderful, talented, fiddle playing boyfriend) and I shouted “don’t move!”, scooted back to the studio to get my camera and then snapped this portrait of the ‘family.’ Thank goodness they were patient and waited for me because I am so happy with this shot.  Rhuben cracks me up with his sweet face looking over at Wynia and Ben.  And see the brilliant hat Ben is wearing?  Wynia made it for him for his birthday.  She’s a talent, that girl:)

To be honest I am delightfully surprised just how fabulous this turned out. In fact, I think this deserves to be written in capitals. I LOVE THIS PORTRAIT!!! ALL THAT COLOR! ALL THAT MAGNIFICENT LOVE!!!

the end:)

xoxo

maddie

This morning I am a cafe gypsy writing at Fremont coffee tweaking tomorrow’s class for persisting soul. The day is in happy equilibrium, a half eaten chocolate croissant preens in front of me along with a deep cup of chai espresso, Ben Harper singing in the background with that smooth, unforgettable voice of his.