Ethereal Graphics

A new life

I love my life.  I mean, it's amazing to me to have moved through a literal 'burning down' of the life I lived for more than a quarter century. Sifting through the ashes, my best friend and I found eachother.  Our stories are so similar and our interests are meshed.  We've held onto eachother, we've helped one another up and we will always love and respect our children, grandchildren and dream of a home, a space where one day we will all meet and be together, learning about and loving eachother and allowing a new stream of light into our busy lives.

 Moving on, let me tell you is not easy.  It's not meant to be.  Growth can be painful and it's work to hold on to civility, kindess, belief and f-a-i-t-h.  It's hard because  . . . well simply put, it's hard because of love.  And it's worth it.  Because of love.  

 I've already moved.  Physically that is.  I'll be begining a new blog (new link to arrive here soon).   This one will remain and get all spiffed up with new art, graphics, news and fun!  Ethereal will always remain. 

Meantime, we're creating a new place in cyberspace.  The new blog will feature my new life, new apartment and how my rock star boyfriend and I are carving out our 'now' lives within it.  It will be about interior design, wall art, music, love and how it all continues to amaze me, feed my soul and how deep, true and honest the flow I enjoy alongside Him is.  I had to give a taste of what's to come  . . .

 

We live in an apartment nestled deep amongst huge pines and vintage architecture on the west side of a charming, magical town.  Above an antique store and right around the corner from  a neighborhood market the likes of which  I once rode my bicycle to as a kid to buy candy, Rock star and I stroll through old streets and bumpy sidewalks and soak in art, live music, drink, food and  . . . eachother. 

 

above is a view of our 'hood . .  from our front door landing at the top of our staircase:

 

 

 

Our rooftop place has no lawn to mow, but we have a sweet patio that overlooks rooftops, brings us closer to the moon . . . and the sun.

 

 

 

Music is central to this place and art is always in the air, in our hair and on our minds . . .

 
 
 

 

and some things . . . can't be explained.

 
 

 

We love it here.  In fact, we are perfectly suited to this space.

 
 
 
It's a life full.  It's a fun life.  It's a journey and it's our's . . .

 
 
 
see you soon.   

I've been away . . . you have got no idea! But, I am back and going to be here in every way: new love, new apartment, new life! Stay tuned! Muah . . .

and many more miles to go . . .

My car and me . . . Me and my car.  Bought her brand new ten years ago and we bonded immediately.  She also bonded with (at that time) my teenaged son .  . . She always got me where I needed to be in sleek low-pro style and infinity surround.  She did my son proud in those illegal (and completely unknown to Mom, I might add here) high school races held out in the sticks on a barren straight away.  Above all, She kept us safe.

She's over 320,000 miles today and I can feel her winding down.  She's weary.  But, oh, the places we did go!

You get what you think about

I'm keeping in mind my wishes for this year.  I am really becoming aware of my thoughts and how they create my world.  Thoughts are those yummy little ovals of color in the old-school water color paint tins and we are the brush . . .

Set your heart free . . .

Open the doors to your heart this weekend. . .  Spread the warmth!

She knew . . .

Travel can be for leisure or business or sometimes for enlightenment.  I've traveled more roads, rivers and skies recently than I care to ever travel again in the near future, but I know it will all be worth it.  I don't mean that in a 'reach the right destination' kind of way, but in the 'realize your true path' context of my life.

Umpteen times . . .

Yesterday, I was abusive . . . some of those innocent jeans, I've owned for almost a decade!  By the time I was dressed I took in the carnage around my bedroom and felt deeply, truly ashamed.  But . . .

 

Being proud of who we really are. . . doesn't always come easily or early. But when it does: LIBERATION! I believe we are all truly good people. Beneath the scars of life's circumstances, a harsh childhood, a horrible job, we are still there! We are there waiting to wake up and say, "I'll never again hide who I really am!"
Foxy did. . .

There's something about a Sister. . . by blood, by tears, by accident or fate, the word encompasses a title. And this crown is sacred! I plan to reach out today to all of the Sisters in my life . . . for we are all little shards of the same brilliant light.

Water and Bridges

This was a day . . . of sunshine and sweet air.  The trees and the grass, the animals and the humans all just watched it unfold in awe . . .

and remembered, as eyes closed slowly and deeper breaths were drawn. . .

it's coming . . . it's coming.  The warmer weather, sunshine and strolls along the park path to watch

them:

They've always been together you know.  Lifers these two.  For me, it's tender reassurance that our hope, our world is alright.  They know. They understand that a grey sky will eventually melt to deepest blue.  They don't doubt that the sun will rise each day and that we are all connected to one another . . .

And as I strolled along the dappled path at the park today, I could feel it, too.

What would we do without water . . . and bridges?