have a wonderful and inspired weekend...

White Box from makoto yabuki on Vimeo.

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a great artist passed away this past sunday, nancy spero- a pioneer of feminist art and activist

i've been on a bit of an emotional rollercoaster this past week.  i think my heart was broken a little bit. it was quite unexpected and over a ridiculous misunderstanding i think. this made me smile, nonetheless. xxoo

i think this says it all and expresses exactly how i'm feeling lately.

i'm loving these hand stitched little birdies and paper sculptures (from maps and vintage documents) from Cotton Bird Designs.

my new loves for fall from etsy...

let yourself feel from Esteban Diácono on Vimeo.

if i were never to leave you
if i were always alone
if i were never to see you
if i could set with the sun

keep movin’
keep changin’
keep flowin’ with the sun
rivers rise
oceans rise
people rise with the sun

tears fallin’
rain fallin’
leaves are falling with the sun
lives drifting
seeds drifting
worlds drifting with the sun

~nitin srwhney

A girl — lovelocked, alone — wanders into a forest
where lions and wolves lie in wait.
The girl feeds them caramels from the pockets of her paper dress.
They follow like dogs.

if you knew what she ran from
how her mother cursed her with golden hair, that face.
she can dance just as she used to dance,
in dresses shining as the stars,
in dresses pale as the moon,
but she is not the same princess.
In older stories, where she is a saint,
she never even gets to the safety of you.

She sleeps under olive trees, praying for rescue.
In her dreams doves fly in circles, crying out her name.

She weeps tears that cannot be heard
but turn to rubies when they hit the ground.
She lifted her hand against the light
and it became a feathered wing.

She learns the songs of mockingbirds, parakeets, pheasants.
She wanders into the forest more herself.
There is a dragon curled around eggs.

There is a princess who is also a white cat, and a tiny dog
she carries in a walnut shell.
She befriends a reindeer who speaks wisdom.
They are all in her corner.

It seems unlikely now
that she will ever return home,remember what
it was like, her mother and father, the promises.

She will adopt a new costume,
set up shop in a witch's castle,
perhaps lure young princes and princesses
to herself, to cure what ails her —
her loneliness, her grandeur,
the way her heart has become a stone.