I love Buddhas. They are so still and timeless. I am not a Buddhist but I respect a faith that teaches patience and an emphasis on looking for the good in all things. A reminder that all our frantic scrambling to work so much, worry so much, and jam so many things into our day is perhaps not the way to do it after all.
When we are patient and still many lovely things reveal themselves.
Here I am in my writing spot wondering what would be fun to share. This kitchen is a good place to be… easy to daydream and also a place where I get a lot done. Taxes are currently crowding my table, piles of receipts and reminders of 2012. But I am shoving all that aside… Taxes are no fun. I’ll share a bit of this space with you instead.
A bit of color is always fun, Red and black gives my kitchen a cottage feel with a bit of drama.
I have an open pantry with my dishes, that way my dishes become part of what I enjoy visually.
There are all kinds of ways to put your style into the place you love….what do you love to look at when you are home?
Do you have magic numbers in your life? Numbers that seem full of possibility? Numbers that pop up over and over in your life?
The number that threads it’s way through my life is actually the number nine….
But I started today with 62 because I have been looking at that number as a fantasy goal for the last 20 years.
It marks the place where I could take early retirement. I have been in the art business for the last 30 years and I have loved it. It has been a grand magical ride with opportunities that changed my mind and my life. A roller coaster ride that I just knew by 62 I would be grateful to exit with the slightly shaky feeling that you are still moving, but looking forward to finding a slower place to recover and regroup.
Keiki Beach Lahaina
Many things called out…If I wasn’t working I could ride my bike… and walk on Keiki Beach at low tide. I could seek a more spiritual path and let go of daily income being such a driving force. I could paint with encaustic colors and finally give in to the visual side of my core being….. 62 a magic number.
Then all of a sudden I was there.
I was 62 for real….
Am I ready?
I have been seriously distracted for the last couple of months and my blog has been ignored.
But It is a new year and I am back excited about writing and photography. I have been surprised and somewhat dismayed to discover that I really didn’t need to up grade my camera.
I was convinced that I needed a DSLR and I don’t regret getting it but it really showed me that I was already taking great pictures with my Canon G12.
I enjoy the new camera and especially have fun with the macro lens but as far as image quality and ease of use I was more than fine with the G12.
Sometimes you have to do it to actually believe it.
The photo here is my favorite place to write…actually I always gravitate to this spot in my kitchen. It’s a great window seat and I can see out my front door from here as well. When family comes for dinner we always find ourselves crowded round this little table and laughing about our lives. Kitchens are like that…. in everyones homes it seems.
This house has been a fun journey in creating a space that feels good. A combination of color and light that always makes me glad to be home at the end of a day and tickled when I have a day off to settle in and enjoy it.
Perhaps I will post a journey through this sweet little house. I have broken my ankle and will be home for a month… Why don’t you join me!
A few years ago as I was landscaping my cottage I planted a clump pf bamboo to create privacy between my house and the neighbors. The very nice man at the Haiku Flower Festival assured me that the bamboo would grow to about 12 to 15 feet max. Famous last words…it grew and grew and grew until it stood at more like 40 feet straight up. And it was so happy that it just kept putting out new shoots, about one a day. Both my neighbor and I despaired as the debris covered more and more of our yards and things struggled to grow. Finally I called for help and got a tree trimming service to help be take it down and grind the roots.
I thought I would miss it but the light it created by coming down was delightful.
We displaced quite a few Jacksons but this one doesn’t seem to have minded. Talk about going green, these littles guys change to the most amazing shades of green depending on what they are walking on. And they truly do “Maui time”. They walk so slow that I could go inside get my camera, change lenses and still come back and take this shot!
The challenge now is to watch for new shoots that may have escaped the path of the grinder. Bamboo doesn’t give up easy so I will need to pay attention
If you live on Maui a “Road Trip” is oft times a quick hop over to Oahu for some serious shopping and a beautiful hit of City Life.
A display like this at Ala Moana lifts your spirits and makes you glad you came! We usually stay at the Ala Moana Hotel, they have a good Kaamaina rate and you have a beautiful view of the water with all the sailboats in the Ala Wai Small Boat Harbor. you don’t need a car and can walk over to the water, go out to eat, whatever sounds good.
A perfect “Road trip”.
The only challenge is packing your purchases so that you can fly back with just your carryon luggage!
Early Morning beach walk. Very low tide.
No matter which beach, no matter where you are, beach combing is so irresistible!. The lure of beach glass or pretty shells keeps my eyes looking down, Hoping for todays treasures. And they are always there.
Some just to admire. Some gone in the breaking wave before you can pick them up. Some alive and a little disconcerting.
One of the great perks of a little early morning exercise on my favorite beach.
And every once in a while something magical goes home to the beach jar.
I have a fat glass jar on my windowsill with treasures that go back to when my kids were small, when they were thrilled to find their first unbroken shells.
My beach jar is always a reminder of all that is waiting the next time.
So happy that I am free to be … walking the beach.