Un santuario donde atesoro mis proyectos decorativos. y algunas otras pequeñas maravillas que enriquecen el Alma. Pero por si a alguna de las numerosas amigas de la buhardilla pudiera interesarle y aún no es seguidora de aquél, decidí repostearla aquí.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013. By a route obscure and lonely,. Haunted by ill angels only,. On a black throne reigns upright,. I have reached these lands but newly. From an ultimate dim Thule. From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime,. Out of SPACE - out of TIME. Bottomless vales and boundless floods,. And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,. With forms that no man can discover. For the dews that drip all over;. Into seas without a shore;. Seas that restlessly aspire,.

On Friday morning, I sat down to write a post about strawberry buttercream. Then I realized I didnt want to write about strawberry buttercream. Not that theres anything wrong with it; its wonderful, you should try it. But its completely irrelevant to where my head is at these days. As I mentioned before, Ive been immersed in purging my life.

8220; I believe that nature can heal our social problems as well as our physical and mental ones. I am certain that a society without respect for the natural world, the food it produces or the detail and ritual of the landscape is horribly impoverished. In my experience, when it comes to grounding, the earth is as good a place as any to start. Sunday, April 17, 2016. I will soon go .