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Really? It’s Monday? Already? Whew! What a gorgeous weekend. Hope you had as much fun as we did over here on the rock. Just soaking up sunshine (not saying this to make you feel bad, but it’s true) and the heavenly breeze, savoring ripe fruits and in joying some good ol’ fashion family time.

Sometime last week, I made a comment about wanting to disassemble the shelves in the family room and refurbish them. Within moments a few bredren (male peeps), including my husband, descended and commenced said project. Ummm, I didn’t realize anyone actually heard me murmuring to myself about wanting to make this change. How’s that for action? Well, the shelves were painted by late afternoon and well on their way to dry. The only glitch was that I needed fabric to finish the base of the shelves. And where we live, going to buy fabric is pretty much an all day event.

This is, after all, Jamaica. If you don’t live here, you may have heard that everything takes between 3 and 100 times longer to do.

So, I still need the fabric for the finishing. And silly me, I, didn’t even think to take before pics of said project for you. So the ‘after” images will have to suffice. That is, as soon as I get fabric (hopefully, later today or tomorrow) and actually coax the shelves into a photo worthy, “after” state. I think it will be refreshing to enhance this corner of our home and I look forward to the change.

Manifesting a newly refurbished space (albeit small) can be a very easy thing to do. Especially if your contribution consists of murmuring under your breath, which is all I’ve done, so far anyway. The fabric part is easy and I’ll share with you later this week some quick fix, cost effective storage (Not made in China)!

What are you manifesting this monday? Rearranging your cosmetics drawer might make your week a little happier. Maybe you are buying pretty, new towels to fold and put away in your (freshly reorganized, hint, hint) linen closet? Why not give away or recycle the magazines next to your bed? You know, the stack you’ve flipped and read through one hundred times (but haven’t parted with because you might read them one more time). Making a list of house, art or craft projects you’d like to work on is also a great start!

Remember! The simple task of writing a to do list can bring forward little and/or grand changes! Anyway, I’d love to hear what you’re working on! 🙂

Oh yeah, and do you like my latest Exotic Blüm?

One Love, walk good, off to revamp…

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It’s manifest Monday again. I am working on more floral eye candy for your viewing and more importantly, adorning pleasure. And rainbows…

Today, I am cleaning up my computer desktop which has grown chaotic with a multitude of file folders and images. It is a simple, mundane and above all time consuming task. But when I open up this trusty macbook and behold a clean slate on the screen it’s truly refreshing and inspiring.

Don’t you love how simple chores can make a pathway for great things to come?

I snapped this photo (water color rendered) Sunday evening. A glimpse of one side of the most full rainbow (as in visible from beginning to end) I have ever witnessed. And right in our own yard! I can’t help but wonder if Bob Marley was singing about Westmoreland in his famous song, Rainbow Country. Legend has it he used to make his way thorough these very parts with his bicycle. I wasn’t able to capture a wider view of the whole thing in a way that did this arch spectrum, phenomenon justice. So, Here’s a piece for you. A reminder that even that which waits at the end of the rainbow is attainable through baby steps. Wishing you rainbows.

What are you manifesting this Monday?

One Love, walk good, catching rainbows…

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I am consistently delighted and surprised by the herbal medicine to be discovered in my own yard. If you belong to the baby boom generation your memories of this product may not be entirely pleasant. Apparently, “back in the day” it was used to induce regularity where there was none. My mother (a baby boomer and biologist) unearthed these seeds on a hike through our land last week.

Turns out, castor oil and particularly Jamaican, black castor oil, has been used for a variety of ailments and benefits for centuries. When picked, dried, opened, roasted, boiled, this seed produces a naturally wonderful oil good for a variety of internal and external uses. Since ancient Egyptian times this plant gained popularity for it’s smooth, cleansing effects on the skin and growth factor for hair. The leaves can be used as a bug repellent and the oil can chase away ringworm. Many a pregnant woman has swallowed this foul tasting stuff to induce labor. But did you know that it can also help the softening and dimnishing of wrinkles and stretch marks? Hmmmm talk about affordable alternatives to night cream.

Ultimately, a great cleanser for inside and out, Castor oil can also be used as a purgative. Given that it is Monday (again) I share this bit of herbal folklore and history in the hopes of inspiring a clean slate. Move out (purge) what isn’t working for you, invite in more of that which makes you smile. Inhale renewal, exhale the stale. Clean out the proverbial purse, kitchen drawer, glove compartment, “to do” file, etc.

Start anew. Embrace the possibility and inspiration of Manifest Monday.  You can be or do anything! Start something you love! Go on, rub yourself up in some good ol’ fashioned Castor oil. I promise you and your week will feel smoother and brighter!

Do one tiny thing to sanctify the arrival of a new week and watch the parade of possibility unfold before you…

One Love, walk good, Happy Monday!

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Well it’s Monday again. More than likely, several of you are feeling this one a bit more than usual. Super Bowl Sunday, parties, good times, snacks, beverages awesome! Monday morning, not so much (especially for us Steelers fans).

All the more reason to practice…

Gratitude that is. I look for gratitude (which ultimately translates into joy and love) in every little thing. Sometimes it turns up in the most unexpected ways. Over the last few years I’ve made a habit of finding myself grateful. This manifests in mental and written lists. Keep it simple. I like to start with three things everyday. The list tends to grow from there. It’s basic, gratifying and opens my eyes and heart.

For example, today, I am grateful for:

  1. Bob Marley
  2. Get Your Paint On (a class I enrolled in/ birthday gift to myself)
  3. The fact that I finally cleaned out my purse (aka the red cow). Incidentally, not the easiest task. But gratifying all the same.

Technically, I could go on and on. I am super grateful that my husband got up at five to squeeze orange juice for us even though he had to leave the house when it was still dark. And super duper grateful that I am not sharing a pounding overhang (hangover) with millions of football fans. You get the idea.

It’s easy, cheezy. But if you practice, eventually, it will come naturally to you. You will notice small changes in your life and the way you look at things and people around you. Gratitude prompts and little pieces of love will start to pop up everywhere.

Like this sweet heart leaf in an otherwise ordinary tree.

Where did you find love today?

One Love, walk good, practicing gratitude…

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It’s studio Friday. And I’m over at Studio JRU again sharing some fab photos of my beloved creative space. All in a weeks work. In joy these macro and beyond views.

I am participating in Get Your Paint On! A wonderfully, inspiring and encouraging e course designed to support you (in this case me) in getting your paint on. It is a five week course. I have yet to complete my first assignment but I’m loving the homework. I should wrap up by saturday (so more photos soon). As you can see paint has been the focus in the studio. Yes, the beads are wining and chiding me for neglecting them and the metal. Fret not, I’ll get to them soon enough. I love moving across mediums. It infuses me and keeps my perspective fresh. A big thanks to Mati Rose and Lisa Congdon for putting together this class for folks who’ve never picked up a brush (but always wanted to) experienced painters (that need a kick in the pants), and a few of us in between (like me).

Have an ilaful day and a gorgeous weekend! Do something you love.

One Love, walk good, off to paint…

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For the short version of this post skip to paragraph 4.

I do embrace the clean slated energy of Monday. Usually with zing. But, I must admit, sometimes Mondays, Tuesdays and frankly, any day of the week can grow unremarkably dull. The groceries, the bills, meal prep, laundry, domestic chores, home school, nap time, washing dishes, day in, day out, can leave a whole heap to be desired. I know, you know what I mean. It’s particularly challenging to lively up the dailies when faced with living in a rural area. I find myself missing the hustle and buzz of the big city, and most of all the chance to connect with dozens of conscious people, artists, musicians, baristas. Enlightened faces in general, make my day.

A few nights ago, my five year old held up his hand and proudly shared that “some people “call this baby finger, a pinky”. Hmmmmm, true. Did he just learn of this? This? From the boy who tells me he wants to build a house in Madagascar because it’s “highly populated with chameleons”. In a flash, I realized that there are a gazillion things I already know, that my babes are just learning or have yet to learn. I mean, simple things, like pinky fingers, hold huge fascination and W O W factor!

This is a reoccurring realization (if that’s even possible). It’s not that I forget the fact we can move mountains in home school and still be turning over pebbles in the daily. I think I just tuck it away for safe keeping. So I can be pleasantly surprised and deeply aware of fleeting glimpses of children’s light speed growth and comprehension. It’s precious and reminds me to look at every little thing with a spirit of discovery, exploration and excitement.

Here’s a tip, when things are feeling gray, dreary and repetitive to a point of nausea, peel your peepers a little wider. Look high, look low. Pretend you have the eyes and curiosity of an infant or even better, a toddler. Like things are still new. Enter Canon. My camera gives me toddler eyes. Through the lens, everything is new, challenging and often full of W O W factor!

Yesterday, for the weekly food shopping pilgrimage, I carried my camera in hand instead of in my purse. Generally, not a particularly exciting endeavor, going out for groceries, with my Canon in tow is way more intriguing. We stopped before we reached the main road so I could snap a few shots. See photo above. This flower and a multitude of other little things (that I don’t ordinarily take notice of) added up to a way better trip. Easy right? Just add camera!

How do you infuse the mundane with a little fun?

One Love, walk good, stoked for studio time today…

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You are never alone. It’s true. It was a busy week. We were blessed to have our beloved cousins here for spring break. So much to do, make and see. Our home was filled with love, laughter, a whole heap of good vibes and noise. Yesterday, everybody (but me) made the journey to St. Ann to return the children to their mommy and daddy.

Initially, this seemed a splendid opportunity for me to reap the benefits of some serious alone time. Yet as my precious children and nephews rolled out of the yard with “uncle” my heart felt heavy with love, my eyes filled with tears. I wiped the sadness away and quickly got down to business. I scrubbed the bathtub, finished cleaning the lunch dishes, started a load of laundry and sat down in the studio. Now what?  I wait for such precious moments alone, for days, sometimes weeks.

Faced with the reality of a couple of nights to myself, (in my own house no less), I felt alone. I mean the lonely kind. So I did what any self-respecting daughter would do. I picked up the phone and called my mother. She was clearly alarmed by my tone of voice. The first thing she said was, “what’s wrong, are you alright?”  I explained my predicament and eventually we both laughed at the irony of it all. I was able to buck up and get back to jewelry work in the studio, grateful for the time, even if the silence was excruciating. Evening came down…

I don’t know if you experience the sacred light of evening in an immaculate way where you live. But let me tell you something, there is a window of time between the light of day and dark of evening here in Jamaica, that can fill you up with peace and reverence for all things natural. Magnificent mystic, the light, is elusive and cannot be translated, at least not into english. Even the best photography equipment falls short in the divine light of the five o clock hour. I have rarely been able to touch upon it in digital or film.

Given the space and time, the glittering of our gates (trimmed in a rich gold), beckoned me. Venturing into the yard, armed with my camera, I was inspired by the image of a solitary weed growing against the gate’s wall. Closer inspection revealed the weed’s shadow. At that very instant I realized that we are never alone. Once again, gratitude, for every little thing, even loneliness. Especially in the divine, golden, diffuse light of a Jamaica evening…

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