good morning

The past few months have led J and me down some pretty unexpected roads, and while we are still not totally sure how things will turn out, this morning I’m enjoying the peace and promise that each new day brings. I’m feeling a bit short on words this morning, so I’ll leave you with this poignant poem by Shalom Freedman and well wishes for your day to come. I love the idea that each day brings a fresh start and a chance to experience the world in a new way – there is so much yet to explore!

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The Morning Trees

The morning trees,

The morning light-

Another day,

Another life.

and the winner is…

Hi everyone! Wow, what a fun day give-away day was! Many thanks to all who stopped by my blog to participate – I hope you come back again soon.  If you get the chance please read through all the lovely comments on everyone’s Christmas traditions. I had such fun reading about all the different traditions and am inspired to start a few more of our own!

Now let’s get to the really exciting part, we have a winner (by random drawing)!

Amber from one shabby chick has won my Christmas give-away! Please pop over and check out her great blog! She wrote:

Amber on December 3, 2008 at 11:16 am 

One of our Christmas traditions is to give the kids new pajamas on Christmas Eve and then they wear them to bed that night.
What a cute giveaway!

I so wish I could give away a special Christmas gift to everyone that came by and posted such wonderful comments… But that is not to be, so instead I’ll leave you all with one of my favorite holiday poems. (This is only the first stanza, read here for the poem in entirety.)

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by Edgar Allan Poe

 Hear the sledges with the bells —
         Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
    How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
       In the icy air of night!
    While the stars that oversprinkle
    All the heavens, seem to twinkle
       With a crystalline delight;
      Keeping time, time, time,
      In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
   From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
          Bells, bells, bells —
  From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

Beginnings

This blog is a long time in coming. For several years now I have felt the need to find some kind of outlet that would allow me to express myself creatively and also stay connected with family and friends as Jeremy and I contiue our pilgrimage. But I must confess, beginnings scare me. I much prefer the known to the not; and far too often in this life find myself reaching for the safety and security of the familiar. As a result, I have put off the dream of jumping headlong into the world of art and craft and really trying to make a go of my business, and opted instead to only dance around the edges. But now the time has come – and I hope this blog can be a space where I can share my latest projects, highlight others who are doing handcrafts well and generally share some of the bits and pieces that make up our life.

So, to start, I’d like to share a poem about new beginnings and a crafty blog to inspire. Enjoy!

Early Spring

Once more the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And domes the red-plow’d hills
With loving blue;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The throstles too.

Opens a door in heaven;
From skies of glass
A Jacob’s ladder falls
On greening grass,
And o’er the mountain-walls
Young angels pass.

Before them fleets the shower,
And burst the buds,
And shine the level lands,
And flash the floods;
The stars are from their hands
Flung thro’ the woods,

The woods with living airs
How softly fann’d,
Light airs from where the deep,
All down the sand,
Is breathing in his sleep,
Heard by the land.

O, follow, leaping blood,
The season’s lure!
O heart, look down and up
Serene, secure,
Warm as the crocus cup,
Like snowdrops, pure!

Past, Future glimpse and fade
Thro’ some slight spell,
A gleam from yonder vale,
Some far blue fell,
And sympathies, how frail,
In sound and smell!

Till at thy chuckled note,
Thou twinkling bird,
The fairy fancies range,
And, lightly stirr’d,
Ring little bells of change
From word to word.

For now the Heavenly Power
Makes all things new,
And thaws the cold, and fills
The flower with dew;
The blackbirds have their wills,
The poets too.

-Alfred Lord Tennyson

As if Tennyson weren’t enough to awaken anyone’s creative spirit, go and have a peek at this lovely blog where you can learn to make some of these, just in time for the holidays!

candle tutorial

candles tutorial

***This is a very quick and easy craft – I was able to pull together these three candles in under 30 minutes using supplies I had readily at hand. Simple and speedy, my favorite sort of craft for a weeknight fix!