March 11, 2013 § Leave a comment
A quote, from Doc Vonnegut, Kurt’s father, according to Mark Vonnegut, Kurt’s son.
Seriously…how fascinating must it have been to be in that family?! I just want to be a fly on the wall.
March 10, 2013 § Leave a comment
A while ago, I was forced by my friend to take a Reiki class.
She knew I needed it. And she knew I couldn’t say no to her. And she knew I’d give up on it, and cancel last minute. So she made me sign a deposit check, and then stopped answering my calls, emails, and texts until after the workshop.
It was a two-day workshop, where I was attuned, and learned how to perform Reiki on myself. I won’t go into details, but suffice to say it was the moment I broke open. The purpose of the workshop was to take away all of the coping mechanisms and pay attention to yourself, and connect yourself to the greater world, and the light and energy around you. One of the exercises was to sit with a partner for five minutes, silently, and actively stare into the other’s eyes.
It was the most difficult thing I’ve ever done in my life. It was also the best thing I’ve ever done, as is so often the case with difficult and best.
The first day, I did it and tried not to laugh. The second day, I did it, and bawled. I will never forget Adya, my partner, who’s energy was so loving, and so open, she broke my shield. She, just by looking at me, said so much, and I carry it all with me now.
I ran across this today, and I immediately felt all the emotions again. I’m sitting in a coffee shop, and tears are streaming down my face. It’s so beautiful. I highly recommend taking a moment, and watching this gorgeous, and short, video.
December 29, 2012 § Leave a comment
Today has been a good day, for many reasons. First off, I slept last night for the first time in a while. It was glorious waking up refreshed rather than exhausted.
Breakfast at a local coffee joint, then this:
That is the Purcell Cutts house (photo courtesy of the Minneapolis Institute of Arts). Living in Minneapolis, Prairie-School Architecture has a great meaning. Elmslie and Purcell were both here, and there is a rich history of buildings they provided the city – and state.
The Purcell Cutts house was designed by Purcell and Elmslie for Purcell. However, the Purcell’s only lived in it for a few years before selling it to the Cutts, who lived in it from 1919 to 1985, when it was gifted to the MIA. They kept everything original. Which is so rare.
The entire house is gorgeous. I felt instantly at home there, and could live there quite happily. Being in the city, and so close to your neighbors, but feeling nothing but privacy and a connection to nature is something the Prairie-School does best. I wish we could all live in a house like this.
The house is delightful, and if you’re ever in the Twin Cities, I recommend touring it. More photos here.
December 1, 2012 § Leave a comment
Oh, I LOVE perforations. Adore.
Yet another balance thing. Controlled destruction. Oh, it’s such a wonderful feeling, ripping perforations. Honestly, if I could get a job as a ticket ripper, I would be happy.
I WANT THIS.
PERFORATED WALLPAPER. I could spend afternoons ripping designs. That sounds so satisfying.
November 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
Love is one of those words that’s meaning cannot be expressed through words. It is an overwhelming emotion that takes a hold of all of us, intertwines it in every fiber, and changes us for the better.
That is how I feel about this photo and story.
“Most people have heard of Koko, the gorilla who could speak about 1000 words in Sign Language, and understand about 2000 in English. What most people don’t know, however, is that Koko was an avid Mister Rogers’ Neighborhood fan. When Fred Rogers took a trip out to meet Koko for his show, not only did she immediately wrap her arms around him and embrace him, she did what she’d always seen him do onscreen: she proceeded to take his shoes off.”
From Filmaker IQ.com’s Facebook page.
October 16, 2012 § Leave a comment
Clearly, Design-Milk has decided that it is Leah Rug Week.
Land as see from a plane.
October 14, 2012 § Leave a comment
Yep, couldn’t turn down the chair. Especially when we got them to come down a bit more. My kitty Abner decided, within seconds, that it is his new favorite chair and no one else is allowed to sit in it. We shall see.
And now, my new obsession. This ridiculously comfy looking rug.
It’s made from wool blankets. If I had a sewing machine that could handle this, I might just try to make it. But as is, I can’t get everything I want. So I will just dream about it.