Simple Treasures


she loved books. old books. seventy plus year old book. for her it is a treasure. in it are words. illustrations. a story. a writer. and stories of the owner of the book. this book was handed down to her by a friend. a friend who’s aunt loved books. she wonder how many have owned the book. read this book. touched and embraced this book. she held it. wondering. wandering. thinking of the stories, experiences of the past readers, owners of this book. with this book.

one night she leafed through its pages. she’s not reading it. no plan of reading it. instead she put out a pen, a brush and paint and started painting on the book’s pages. it felt right. It felt good. it was intuitive. it was calling to her.

she adored the book. it’s pages. it’s letters. it’s rustic feel. it’s vintage truth.

Tonight as I leafed through the pages of an old book that was handed down to me, I saw a treasure. It’s a wild flower! Tucked in between these beautiful old book pages. I can’t help but wonder about that someone, who one day, picked a wildflower and pressed it in this book. I wonder when. I wonder how she felt. Did she feel that fluttering feeling I had when I saw this pressed flower? Did she ever thought of surprising someone one day and find this beauty? Or she just did what her heart led her to do? She followed her bliss that is all about flowers. Wow. So there’s someone just like me, somewhere out there, who found bliss with the wild flowers, the botanicals. Someone who loves keeping lovely treasures in the heart of a book. Someday I’m going to meet her. And yes I will.


Love For All Things Visual


Love who you are. Embrace your beautiful self. You are beautiful. You are beautiful. You beautiful you.

One of the things I adore is illustration. I can spend hours just by looking at artists illustration. Especially that which includes botanicals, patterns, flowers, birds, words, animals, bees, butterflies, etc. I am drawn to it. I am being pulled to it. The beauty. The meaning. The colors against white. The ones in full color. I just love them all.

I don’t know, maybe it’s my love for paper and stationeries and boxes growing up has something to do with it. I never get tired of loving paper. And never get tired of loving color and flowers and those cute illustrations I’ve seen in stationeries that made me bought it or dreamed of having it. But not to forget books. I believe growing up with books especially those with illustrations planted in me that love. Books helped me or awaken in me my love for all things visual and beautiful at a very young age.

Now I feel like I am tracing and seeing and remembering through the little crumbs of memories that come flashing in my head just thinking about illustrations, my where, when, why and how I am so drawn to these things. My ‘what’ being illustrations, flowers, botanicals, and paper.


15 Minutes Faces



Paints. Brushes. Bottle. Stone. Pastels. Stamps. My work table is FULL. I love it like that. I’m working like that. It feels right. And when it’s not, I know it is time. Time to declutter. Time to organize. Time to put things to where it belong. Time to let go. Time to make room for what is. What may come.

Tonight. A girl with broad neck was born. She is beauty. Loving her beautiful self. She wear her hair short. Turquoise. Mossy Green. Blue eyes. Pink cheeks. Pink lips. She knows how to love all of her. Beautiful. Messy. Afraid. Brave. Choosing must. Choosing life. Choosing love.


Grateful For Wednesday


Today I am grateful for…

the gift of courage to be seen, find and create opportunities living a creative life, and the journey in between.

the support I get from people in the World Wide Web and those who are close to me; some friends, my love and my family.

the circumstances of my life right now. for seeing the joy + light + possibilities + gifts in the ordinary.

the time and place to practice creativity and courage.

my day job.

my family.

my love.

my dreams. big big dreams.

my good health.

the guidance from above.

love. kindness. peace.