lowtidehightide...

Let me in to your color
the motion is so much more inviting than the spring
waiting for the eternity of seasons
to have faith in the waining
is such a task

let me in to your color
so I can be in the movement of the spring
and be taken away in the synthetic nature of this thisness
and ignore the falling of my flowers

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art for you...

Misato Suzuki

have a sweet weekend...

How lovely are these cupcakes?  Who wants to give them a try?  Have a sweet weekend.


Bisou Bisou!

spaces for you...

How beautiful are these bathrooms?  This is a room often forgotten, but these spaces inspire.  Check out more of them here.  Ohlala!

object for you...

 

How cute are this little bunny!  I have always wanted a bunny, but ultimately think this might be the way to go.

clothes for you

I need color in my life!  UK-born, NYC-based fashion designer Emily Diamandis heads the sweater department for rag & bone and recently launched her luxury knit line, Tabula Rasa. LOVE!

Words for you: Guest House

"This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they're a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably. He may be clearing you out for some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice, meet them at the door laughing, and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes, because each has been sent as a guide from beyond." Rumi

lowtidehightide

the air i blow cannot reach my sight

forever wanting this
it is invisible unless immersed in a weightless place

I want to be lighter and sink into the darkness below

out of me I want to live and drown down into a sea creature

where my body has the weight to fly

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art for you...

 

 

TRYING TO DANCE

I’m alway looking for presence.
Whenever I try, my doubts get unmasked.
Easier then to stick with absence.
I’m not trying to prove anything.
I dont have that many memories yet.

JH Engström, 2004

clothes for you...

Steven Alen, bra and swimsuit.  Yes please.

words for you...

".. I AM [A MYSTIC,] … OF A VERY ORDINARY KIND. I DON’T DOUBT THAT SOME PEOPLE THROUGHOUT HISTORY, AND SOME LIVING TODAY, HAVE HEARD VOICES AND SEEN VISIONS. BUT MY MYSTICISM DOES NOT INVOLVE ACCESS TO OTHER REALMS, ONLY THE DEEPER EXPERIENCE OF THIS ONE. MINE IS THE MYSTICISM OF EVERYDAY LIFE, OF THE HEAPED LAUNDRY AND THE BRUISED TOE, OF OVERCOOKED BROCCOLI AND LEAVES SPANGLED WITH DEW, OF SUNRISE AND SORROW, LAUGHTER AND LINGUINE, MUSIC AND MOLD. THIS EVERYDAY MYSTICISM REQUIRES NO SPECIAL POWERS, ONLY IMAGINATION, A DOTING AND PRACTICED ATTENTION TO THE ORDINARY, A WILLINGNESS TO BE SURPRISED BY GRACE. … DWELLING IN THE MOMENT, ON OUR BREATH, ON THE WORKS OF OUR HANDS IMMEDIATELY BEFORE US, WE’RE DRAWN INTO LIFE’S LUMINOUSNESS, INTO THE MYSTERY AT THE HEART OF ORDINARY THINGS."

~   Philip Simmons

lowtidehightide

Darkness forest darker ocean 

in and under is lost body

deep in the green pallet turned to mud and musk

a luscious thickness

deep under the glistening prism of the sun on you

a beautiful, warm joy

deep under the oxygen  

a life force 

deeper under is the darkest stillness

i have ever known.

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Art for you...

Michael Carson.