In the end, Love is all there is… What an amazing year! Full of creativity, connections and custom adornment. This is the last post of 2010! The picture above says it all. A recent commission for a dear friend’s mother, Love is all there is. If we practice nothing else let us practice love. May love be the foundation, and fountain for every word, choice, thought and action this coming year…
I feel blessed beyond. I am grateful for the fabulous folks that light up my days and life. Thanks to all of the readers who come here for building something blu into something real. Stay tuned for the next phase of branding (site and blog overhaul). For now I leave you with a list of a few of my favorite posts this year. In joy.
What’s your favorite? I’d love some feedback!
Finding one shoe in the dark: From the 33rd Parallel
Never Go to bed Angry: Lessons From the Rock
Ten Reasons Every Day Should be Father’s Day
One Love, Walk Good, in to 2011…
I am partial to the 33rd Parallel Post because it meant you were that much closer to me in miles:)
But my all time favorite is Five as it just goes to show that amazing things and peeps can grow into intelligent, sweet, and unconditionally loving pillars of hope!
As the year that started for me with both our families in JA, i realize that so much can flourish in a year’s time. Though some of our visions for 2010 may be yet to materialize, Sister, you always remind me that it’s never too late to nourish the soil of life and hope for better possibilities for all.
Here’s to all the hope and love that will grow in 2011!
I’m astonished by your persistence to remind us of the importance of the little things in life, at the same time creating a venue for dialogue of the major happenings in our world. We will be able to look back on the catalog of our year thanks to your blog!
Ecca
Every Day Should be Father’s Day. Why? Because men, in general, have become the subject of fierce backlash from women who feel they need to fight for their power and notice-ability in this world. In their foot journey, women have left a trail of trampled hearts and bones, those of men who have been made to feel worthless, weak, and stupid. Art reflects life, and we don’t have to look far into nighttime tv to see this. While, of course, there are a few duds out there, our men are hard working, strong, thoughtful husbands, loving fathers, and contributors to society. I love my man, and I love holding him in that space.