what makes me happy…

~ going on an adventure on saturday morning, and finding these gorgeous pillows on super sale. nothing smells like happy like an adventure and hyper hippy pillows.

~ long conversations on the phone with delicious donna. she shines lightbulbs into my soul even when i am feeling stuck. she ordered me off the phone with: now get into that studio, clean it up, put james taylor on, and paint!
and it worked. eighteen backgrounds painted, eight finito. *insert shining smile of an artist*

~ julia cameron’s “letters to a young artist.” i began reading it last night, and it is straight up remarkable. she says: stop talking about creating art. just CREATE. stop worrying if it is good or bad. put the time in.
between this book, donna, and swirlygirl‘s post about committing to studio time, i feel renewed with a passion of just getting in there, and getting filthy with paint.

i feel like i don’t have to worry anymore about the end result. that the mere act of creation, of painting and discovering is action enough. donna asked me if i liked what i had created today. i said: i’m not sure. but i know i’m on the right path, so i’m gunna keep on following it.

~ all these things, combined with getting rid of our tv, doing dream projects makes me feel like i am flowering inside.

I feel like seeds and shoots are growing inside me… that my inner life and my belly are filling with ideas and projects and clearer desires. explore, navigate, discover, journey.

~ treating myself well. finding out, and revelling in what makes me happy.

~ buying candles from dusk, to illuminate our re~creation room at night. candlelight feels so much better than the loom of the tv.

~ the most scrumptious angel ecard on the planet {via the delicious and wonderful delia}

~ an email from my schoolfriend sonia, finishing with:
“Miss your sunshine and gentle summer rain…”

~ watching the sunset from the front porch

“I hunger for your sleek laugh and your hands the color of a furious harvest. I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.”
~ Pablo Neruda