lurve

Deb's tarts with hearts.

What sort of world is this
When we can’t embrace the day of romance
Too many times I heard today
“oh, I don’t believe in valentine’s day”
“it’s just a commercial Hallmark holiday”

You know what I think?
That’s bullshit.
What sort of world is this that we can’t embrace a celebrated day of love, sweetness and affection
I didn’t realise that it cost money to be creative
To show the one you love, that you love them.

Flowers… it doesn’t matter if they are a thousand roses wrapped in gold Armani scented silk
Or a wildflower that grew in the garden overnight in the place where the unseen played.

Chocolates. Whether they are Swiss, or they are Cadbury’s family block.

A card.
Which is what I got.
One that was handmade, with vibrant love hearts and flowers

"I want to spend the rest of my life loving you.
Getting to know your soul, your spirit,
exactly what your favourite shade of blue you adore."

And I could write that to him,
and I can write that as a love letter to myself.
Valentine's Day is all about love
Love for others, for this mysterious lovely world which is unfolding to us,
and most importantly...
love for ourselves.

Leonie,
I love the way your hair shines in the sun,
and the way you adore your family so much.
I really admire how you've gone dream chasing and catching
with only a butterfly net and a gigglesnort in hand.
You are everything I've wanted to become.
I adore the peace that you have painted into your own soul,
even when you felt messy and unkept and sticky.
You are an artist of life.
And with that, I give you wings.
Wings you've had all along.
Deepest of love,
Leonie

xoxo

PS ~ thank you.

space for magic to happen

Mr Wizard, who lives on our back patio. Today.


"Not all those who wander are lost. "
~ Tolkien

Won't be posting tomorrow, have a gathering of the womyn's circle
for Valentine's Day.

Hope you all have a sublime day of self love,
and lavishing those you love with dollops of sweetness.

May magic overtake you in silly moments,
when you are crouched on the patio,
streams of ants peetering across the cement before you,
sun in your eyes,
dog licking at your ear,
as you line up a shot of a wizard statue.
just for fun.

heee hee hee...

such joys and magic
when we allow space for it in our lives.

still giggling,
love,
leonie

A gift of a new year...

Two peeking white wildflowers, today.

"I AM THE NEW YEAR

I am an unspoiled page in your book of time.
I am your next chance at the art of living.
I am your opportunity to practice what you have learned about life during the last twelve months.
All that you sought and didn’t find is hidden in me; waiting for you to search it out with more determination.
All the good that you tried for and didn’t achieve is mine to grant when you have fewer conflicting desires
All that you dreamed of but didn’t dare do , all that you hoped but did not will, all the faith that you claimed but did not have – these slumber lightly, waiting to be awakened by the touch of strong purpose.

I am your opportunity to renew your allegiance to Him who said
“Behold I make all things new”

I AM THE NEW YEAR"

~ author unknown, from an email.