Woman Mumma / Lover / Artist / Writer / currently residing in the eclectically slow and creative town of Murwillumbah, Northern Rivers.
A dear friend and fellow creative recently opened a Warhol-esque meets Soho industrial art house here in my town—it is basically her beautiful mind (which is full of flowers) in building form. There are art displays made of nature and european vintage and things hanging from the roof and from corners edges with endless treasure to find. She gathered an intimate array of local artists for what we now call “supper club” and after a night of eating cheese, drinking wine out of a technicolor clay goblet and immersing in rich visionary conversation—I walked away with inspiration that I have been running on for over a week.
My ability to improvise and discover beauty everywhere I go.
Being busy.
Good food, community, sun, water, nature, laughter, crying, sleep, movement, creativity, good conversation, expression, prayer, hope, contentment, a regulated nervous system, music, dancing, friendship, love, touch, care, empathy, love-making, togetherness and enough margin to allow for tenderness as a default
I am a self-proclaimed water snob.
More silence, more stillness
Ironically, I named my entire on-line publication ‘Catching Shower Flowers” as my most clearest thoughts land in the shower—
Most recent shower thought: I foresee the kind of aging that is less about defying gravity (the inevitable) and more about moving more deeply into my creative expression. I have enjoyed giving thought to this after recently turning 40.
