Affirmation cards in April is the theme for the next Third Thursday Art Night at the Farm Table. When I think of affirmations, it reminds me of this quote by Laozi.
Class will begin with a quiet meditation and time to reflect on what it is you need to affirm as well as some writing prompts to help those that may be feeling stuck.
In addition to the writing prompts, piles of pretty and artistic paper, fun pens, markers, paints, stamps and more will be ready and waiting for you, along with a warm cup of tea.
With a recent shuffling of supplies –merging art supplies with more and more product supplies, I found my ‘Lavender Nest’ tucked away. Part of me thought it may have been tossed as it had gotten too old to keep.
Rediscovering my nest, is as symbolic as you can imagine it being, as well as nostalgic. An idea for it sat on an idea board for years before I brought it to life and once it was created, it became a powerful force for me to open up my creative doors.
It may be a bit aged, but it’s well-worn edges are perfect as is. And they are staying right where they are [no more purging I tell myself].
Oh it’s that time of year. Spring cleaning. It’s too early to weed the garden so instead the house gets weeded out of this and that. There’s nothing like a good old purge. It all started with a stack of magazines that need going through and somehow that lead to the pantry and then other parts of the kitchen.
And well before I knew it, much of the house was ‘under construction.’ The cleaning out and rearranging happened just in time though. As the indoor green house went up this weekend.
With it came trays and trays of soil for flowers, herbs and veggies. It was quite the assembly line in the kitchen with dirt everywhere, but now they’re tucked away, nice and warm, ready to grow. Lupine, calendula, kale, lettuce, cucumbers, beans, basil, thyme, sage, parsley, stevia and mint are just some of the seedlings that were planted.
And in the midst of moving furniture, purging and planting this one slept through it all. He now keeps the seedlings company, curled up in the sun.
The afternoon sunlight warms the room, drawing me in like a cat to the rays it casts on the quilt. The quilt made thirty years ago by my great-grandmother. It’s edges worn from many childhood afternoon naps, but still in tact.