So today I decided to test out my crafting abilities although my vision has not improved. I made these little clay mushrooms with crystal stems! With the help of a magnifying glass, it wasn’t too bad, though I’m not sure how much fine detail I can do yet.
Willow’s been amazing, spending her time helping me make my computer and even our World of Warcraft game as accessible for me as possible ❤ With her at my side I can’t help but feel positive, no matter the outcome.
How to make magic: evoke
stunning beauty in three words or less;
imagine like a goddess
building a brand new world; run
without moving; cry
at pretty sorrows; and laugh
at endings, for you keep
no faith in absolutes.
Ladybug appeared to me as an unexpected helping spirit last night, and when I looked up her meaning, I was delighted to find joy and truths that made much sense for me now!
Ladybug may be a tiny being, but she is full of fortune and gentle grace, denoting good luck and the deep wonder of the universe.
So to honour ladybug I made these little polymer clay versions on bobby pins this morning!
It’s always something, isn’t it? There is a theory that in life your key levels of fulfillment — things like mental health, physical health, financial stability, and social involvements — can never be all maximized at the same time. It’s the idea that nothing is ever perfect, because in perfection there is no learning or growing, and I imagine it would be very boring too.
So naturally, when I recently started to feel on top of my game spiritually and mentally, and I had some success with my Etsy, I immediately got sick and then my computer blew up and refused to boot at all.
Such is the path of life! I think we’d do best to take the ups and downs as a thrill ride instead of always trying to get somewhere.
Gratitude aligns your heart with the universe and changes your life. What are you grateful for?
I’m always grateful for Willow, the treasure of my life, and yesterday was a good example of why she is such a shining light. We found out I need a root canal on a front tooth which is infected, and she was up at 10:30 in the morning making me my favourite meal (rainbow trout!) in case I couldn’t eat later. Her caring knows no bounds. She told the dental team about me being an abuse survivor so they would be gentle, and got lots of pudding for me and my inner kids to enjoy. All this she does like a daily routine, just loving us.
Don’t give your fear as much imagination as you give your hopes.
I thought I’d share some music I’m really into these days. It’s raw, gritty, lots of throat-singing, but beautiful. The kind of songs that take you to a different place.