I've been lost this afternoon in images of wish lanterns, festivities at Sangam with the most revelatory faces and drenched colors, lofty Greek monasteries built into the rock, whitewashed cave rooms with inner pools like light in Oia Santorini, wabi-sabi with almost no light at all, William Morris wallpaper, vintage milk bottles, Viking boat funerals, Wolfgang Laib and his rice art and pollen art, naturally dyed Easter eggs, cracked bowls...my usual eclectic mish-mash of mysteriously connected things. I've learned about Mabon altars (and oil), seen the amazing photographs of Matt Dayhoff, found inspiration for several art projects, including SoulCollage, and am now sitting in the patio, waiting for birds, clearing my head, drinking a Moulin de Gassac Picpoul de Pinet, looking forward to our Friday lamb pasanda and chicken palak and one of the older Endeavors. Then a cool night with a warm quilt. Pleasures and treasures in abundance, including the mixture of sunflowers and red roses we picked up yesterday in Half Moon Bay on the way home from Pescadero. A mixture I had never seen before, quite perfect for the week. Cracked, but full of light-admitting things.
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.”
― Leonard Cohen
image: She Who Is, "Lightbearer," Mixed Media, 2013