Wind And Waves

Harsh landscape bony underfoot with just enough softness to invite you to its bony surface.  The horizon line far out the sky far reaching broad and extending creating space.  Space to be quiet space to meet yourself space to take a deep breath and relax space for time to slow down, space for you cells to absorb the sounds of the meadow lark, the far off wooping cries from the kids, running free through the willows. Sounds of the river. Space to be masculine and be wild space to be feminine and to care, deeply lovingly about all that you are seeing.  [Read more →]

Great shirt!  I would LOVE to make something like this…………….!!!

Lisa took us around Paonia and introduced us to a couple of her friends who were wearing skirts made by Elisabethan.  Check out this blog post

A lot going on here, but one of my favorite things is Julia has these little girls captivated!

Larry and Jade creating things for their new snake!

Oh so cute!  Hide N’ Go seek…..is a favorite.  With all the nooks and crannies at my place, its a perfect hide N go seek place!

In my living Room!!!! Friends I met In Malaysia……. These guys are So much fun.  What a treat having them in Denver!

Check out Robyn’s Cowgirl boots.  Now she is lookin Straight up American!  These two are on the grand American tour, seeing more than many of us who live here, I’d imagine.  After catching the music scene in Memphis (how fun would that be!!) The adventured on and she found herself a good pair of boots.  Needless to say, I would like a pair just like hers!  I’ve been a bit obsessed lately……..

And…….check out Ian’s tennis shoes! wow 🙂

Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

–Naomi Shihab Nye, from The Words Under the Words

Nothing like cruising down a rolling windy road at sunset!!

I always meet the most amazing folks, on moto trips!!

So pretty.