Tender Maiden

Lately I have been facing my fear more and more and sharing my music with the outside world. I have said it many times and do not think I can stop, but thank you so much for the kindness and the support of those who have listened. This is a song I recorded and recently wrote called 'Tender Maiden'.



Also, another recent recording of my song 'Cold Water'.

Reverie - Part One

This is part one of a showcasing of a collection of trays I have made along with items that are listed(and to be listed in the very near future)in my Etsy shop. My beautiful friend Sarah is wearing some of these items. The theme of this series is reverie, and I would hope for no one to ever stop dreaming.

You can visit the shop here!
Etsy.com/shop/dreamedincalico

Moment by moment

I shall keep this short and sweet. Spring has been delightful and kind. I have really been doing all that I can to live within each moment. I have always been preoccupied with thoughts of the future and uncontrollable worries. It can be a difficult task to change patterns of thinking you've had since you were small, but I am working so very hard to change that. There is so much beauty in the day, and so many tiny things to look forward to and be grateful for. Taking the day moment by moment is so much easier and more carefree. As always I will cling to the light that shines throughout the day and take the moment as it is, one day at a time.

A Sunday Afternoon

Sometimes more than an adventure I love to stay home and take on the day slowly with a cup of coffee in the morning, and seeing where the day may lead. Then, picking and arranging the lovely flowers in bloom and enjoying the sunlight shine through the open windows.










"Give me odorous at sunrise a garden of beautiful flowers where I can walk undisturbed."
-Walt Whitman

Spring and growing older

March was a splendid month. I adore March for a number of reasons. The end of March begins spring and the newness of life and color all around. This is my favorite and most dear transition of all the seasons. No song is better than the songs the birds sing outside my window. No cloud is quite as puffy and white. The day is longer and warmth shines again. It is finally that time of year when I leave my window cracked open every day and breathe easy at night that sweet breeze of Spring. My birthday just passed by and though I had promised myself I would keep it simple, I was still showered with love by those dearest to me and left with an overwhelming gratefulness. So many thoughtful treasures and words were given that were unexpected but greatly appreciated. Only a few days before this took place I experienced a scare with my mom and thought that something terrible was going to happen her, but she was okay and everything is as it was. I am terribly afraid of growing up and that is something I am working on, though I am being reminded more and more of how much I do have to be grateful for in life, and how much I have yet to give, and the fear that I will need to overcome to get there. The beauty around me and the kindness and goodness in those around me are helping in the process.

Ode to the Sun

I created this little film for my song 'Ode to the Sun'.

 Hear the lark sing his song

Let the sun shine down on me
If this is all there is in life
Let the sun shine down on me

I won't let it get the best of me
I want nothing more than to be free
So let the sun shine down on me

Watch the mayfly live his day
Filled with endless memories
If this is all there is in life
Let the sun shine down on me

I won't let it get the best of me
I want nothing more than to be free
Let the sun shine down on me

Asking for Roses

Lately I have been so excited to create! I have an Etsy shop now where I am selling some vintage and handmade items including sachets of various scents, and decorative trays. You can visit the link on my blog to take a look. I am really trying to spend my spare time expressing my ideas and working on the tasks I love so that I may soon take a huge leap into something better suited for me. I know so many of us feel this way but we must really take heed, and desire to make these dreams happen.

A little poem for inspiration and in which sums things up:

Asking for Roses

A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.

I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'

So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.

'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.

'A word with you, that of the singer recalling--
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'

We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
Robert Frost