Sending love to Falling Skies fans and fam… Such great memories. Maggie ♥️
Love our matching suits @hmerrick 🤍 Grateful for new beginnings and holding hope. This is today…
Incredible kick off to the Mother Night series… For anyone interested in the recently added virtual offering on Saturdays 1pm-3pm PST please visit cheshiremoonproductions.com to learn how to register. I’ll be closing registration Saturday morning.
Incredible kick off to the Mother Night series… For anyone interested in the recently added virtual offering on Saturdays 1pm-3pm PST please visit cheshiremoonproductions.com to learn how to register. I’ll be closing registration Saturday morning.
Incredible kick off to the Mother Night series… For anyone interested in the recently added virtual offering on Saturdays 1pm-3pm PST please visit cheshiremoonproductions.com to learn how to register. I’ll be closing registration Saturday morning.
Incredible kick off to the Mother Night series… For anyone interested in the recently added virtual offering on Saturdays 1pm-3pm PST please visit cheshiremoonproductions.com to learn how to register. I’ll be closing registration Saturday morning.
Goodnight moon 🌚 I wish I had the words to describe how special it was to share watching the moon pass the sun with so much of the world today… even the birds quieted. It’s concerning to me how many of us tried to capture the sight on our phones rather than soak the changing light fully into our cells. I did both. I watched through my camera then followed the impulse to lay on my back and close my eyes. “We have an uneasy sense of the communication of some universal truth that lies just beyond our grasp… the ultimate mystery of Life itself.” Rachel Carson — In our compulsively visual culture, which increasingly reduces what we think and feel and see — who and what we are — to what can be photographed. I think of Susan Sontag, who called it “aesthetic consumerism” half a century before Instagram. In a small act of resistance, I offer The Unphotographable — a lovely image in words drawn from centuries of literature: passages transcendent and transportive, depicting landscapes and experiences radiant with beauty and feeling beyond what a visual image could convey.” @mariapopova 🕳️
Musings on the color blue… “The world is blue at its edges and in its depths. This blue is the light that got lost. Light at the blue end of the spectrum does not travel the whole distance from the sun to us. It disperses among the molecules of the air, it scatters in water. Water is colorless, shallow water appears to be the color of whatever lies underneath it, but deep water is full of this scattered light, the purer the water the deeper the blue. The sky is blue for the same reason, but the blue at the horizon, the blue of land that seems to be dissolving into the sky, is a deeper, dreamier, melancholy blue, the blue at the farthest reaches of the places where you see for miles, the blue of distance. This light that does not touch us, does not travel the whole distance, the light that gets lost, gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue. We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation on its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance? If you can look across the distance without wanting to close it up, if you can own your longing in the same way that you own the beauty of that blue that can never be possessed? For something of this longing will, like the blue of distance, only be relocated, not assuaged, by acquisition and arrival, just as the mountains cease to be blue when you arrive among them and the blue instead tints the next beyond. Somewhere in this is the mystery of why tragedies are more beautiful than comedies and why we take a huge pleasure in the sadness of certain songs and stories. Something is always far away. Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.” Rebecca Solnit
Peekaboo Thank you @pyrrhajewelry for having us to your LA event. These pieces are truly infused with magic. I wear my mermaid necklace everyday. Polaroid @ianclay.film 🍁
Peekaboo Thank you @pyrrhajewelry for having us to your LA event. These pieces are truly infused with magic. I wear my mermaid necklace everyday. Polaroid @ianclay.film 🍁
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
Dearest IG Family and Friends, I am going to sign off of this account for awhile… maybe 4-6 weeks… long enough… I am experiencing a big shift in perspective I want to revel in. Seems we all are. I will miss seeing your posts. They give me such necessary blasts of joy and insight at times. To those I have reached out to via text, thank you for your support… your celebration of my instinct to cocoon moved me to tears… giving space is a love language I have learned: The art of open palm loving, “Go! LIVE! I’ll be here when you return, and by the way I am with you always… I understand and I love your truth… thank you for being honest with me so I can love you better.” If you need me, though, you can call… that’s what I’m saying to my closest. To be a rock is also a love language. I love to be relied upon, and so this note. Not that anyone here needs me but I am still here… I just want the agreed upon freedom to not answer DMs, texts, and comments… I want my absence to be with you not away from you… I want to invite a deeper connection and direct inspiration into my life… more ‘catch me if you can’… more run-ins… more spirit… more uninterrupted bliss… more meaning… more art… more reading… more writing… less demand… more DEVOTION… less noise… more music making and time taking… more desire… I want to tend to my on switch… I’ve been off… I just noticed… I’m coasting…. not creating so much… I am committed to walking my talk… and asking for what I need… I need to be honest… about how little I know… about how little I genuinely feel I can contribute here at the moment… and I want more from life right now. I love you very much and I can’t wait to see you again soon. You fill my heart… you really do. … it feels so important to honor you here… in this lovely space… and to let you know… I appreciate and even need you… I really love sharing my heart with you… and I love your comments… our shared moments here mean something. So here are some pages from my scrap book… collages of words and photos that evoke feelings I want to conjure more of… I hope I can tend to my neglected spaces… check in with my dreams… I wish you sweet and freedom while I claim my own.
When we hollow the word friend by overuse and misuse, when we make of love a contract with prescribed roles and rigid, impossible expectations, we become prisoners of our own concepts. The history of feeling is the history of labels too small to contain the loves of which we are capable — varied and vigorously transfigured from one kind into another and back again. It takes both great courage and great vulnerability to live outside concepts, to meet each new experience, each new relationship, each new emotional landscape on its own terms and let it in turn expand the terms of living. – Maria Popova I have been in touch with my great grandmother’s spirit lately. She arrived bringing enormous comfort and wisdom in a meditation a few weeks ago. I reconnected with my love for her, then grieved the loss for the first time ever. She died at 104 when I was in my early 20s. She valued her friends and community… When she was 99 I remember hearing she was captain of her bowling team… she served cookies and black tea… she sang loudly and freely… she communicated with animals and the spirit world… and so when her spirit came to me… it was as if she was offering me a kind of friendship… that is what I have found with the spirit world and never quite spoke of it as such, but it’s friendship with spirit… a back and forth… a give and receive… a knock at the door… an outburst of emotion… a shared experience… an expansion of heart… a new world to explore and nurture… a shift in perspective… a reflection of truth… a devotion… and a return to love. I like this idea of not limiting our definition of friendship… or at least staying conscious of our limiting beliefs surrounding friendship.
The magnolias are coming out… Reverence for the unique intelligence and innate genius in all species helps us to recognize the noblest nature in ourselves. I wish for us to honor our seasons, to trust what is inevitable, and to allow for our nature to thrive in harmony with all life… connect… notice… feel… and wonder… in awe. Last night I saw @feistmusic perform. I didn’t take a single photo or video. Instead I allowed myself to be changed by her artistry, fully present, totally receptive… and so today I am softer and more alive… and the magnolias are even more beautiful.
The magnolias are coming out… Reverence for the unique intelligence and innate genius in all species helps us to recognize the noblest nature in ourselves. I wish for us to honor our seasons, to trust what is inevitable, and to allow for our nature to thrive in harmony with all life… connect… notice… feel… and wonder… in awe. Last night I saw @feistmusic perform. I didn’t take a single photo or video. Instead I allowed myself to be changed by her artistry, fully present, totally receptive… and so today I am softer and more alive… and the magnolias are even more beautiful.
The magnolias are coming out… Reverence for the unique intelligence and innate genius in all species helps us to recognize the noblest nature in ourselves. I wish for us to honor our seasons, to trust what is inevitable, and to allow for our nature to thrive in harmony with all life… connect… notice… feel… and wonder… in awe. Last night I saw @feistmusic perform. I didn’t take a single photo or video. Instead I allowed myself to be changed by her artistry, fully present, totally receptive… and so today I am softer and more alive… and the magnolias are even more beautiful.
