Whatever time of day it is for you right now... can we just linger over this sunrise from last week for a moment? INHALE. EXHALE. It was so glorious! I want to remind myself how fresh and new each day is. Even if it doesn't quite look like this each morning, the potential remains the same. We get to begin again! And guess what I've been learning? We don't need to wait for a literal sunrise to start over. There is an opportunity to start fresh whenever we choose! How liberating is that? I might restart today at lunch... push my refresh button and begin again! You can give yourself permission to start over WHENEVER you need to. Make your own sunrise!
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
The majority of my writing experience tends to be in a quiet room with only a cup of coffee or glass of wine for company. Entering a group setting was exciting and definitely a little scary. Tasting trepidation is always a good sign that I'm pushing up against my edges and stretching myself. It was hard to let go of my previous experience with words and dive into unfamiliar waters. I write slowly, methodically... and use the delete button constantly. I chose a pen and paper for this day and learned to handle fast and furious sessions with prompts. I produced what I perceived as garbage in the morning. Really. Somehow that liberated me to loosen up and let go. By afternoon I was in all new territory... and loving the words that came flowing out. Some of it was funny. I'm not usually funny, so that was thrilling... to witness something foreign emerging. What a gift. There were many women that day who experienced a similar shattering of the old. In sharing it with others, I recognized how they were growing and stretching too. That only pushed me farther. Oh it was so GOOD- can you tell?
Maya and Amy know how to pull out your truth and help you to express it in a way that resonates universally. In essence- they teach you how to write your best stuff. In the midst of such big exercise for the mind, they feel it necessary to shake things up- so always find ways to incorporate some serious play. We did an egg and spoon race in the morning and wrote "what we were done with" in the sand with butter knives, before the waves could wash it away. And on a side note... butter knives are the most brilliant sand writing tool ever- just so you know to pack some the next time you head to the shore!
their thoughts on the teaching experience last week that inspired them to bring it to life on line.You can find out all of the details right here.
Posted by mayaluna at 12:39 PM
Monday, October 27, 2014
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Seeing it in print feels like a personal invitation to begin all of the projects I have to had put on hold. Each of Stampington's publications are stunning- more like beautiful coffee table books than actual magazines. I feel honored to have been published in quite a few of them, but quite honestly- Where Women Create has been the coveted spot. I'm beyond thrilled! This winter issue is just hitting the newsstands and filled with so many inspiring studios- you much check it out!
Monday, October 20, 2014
We woke up to temps in the mid 30's this morning! I gathered today's materials from the field next to my house in tall boots and down coat. Brrrrr! The sky was gorgeous, but the cold air had me running inside to assemble this mandala where it was cozy and warm. I believe it's my favorite one yet! I mingled the last of this year's blooms with turning leaves and golden needles. I'm loving this ritual- and the pleasure and peace that follow it. What a great way to start the week... and how fun it is to share with you!
Monday, October 13, 2014
Saturday, October 11, 2014
I believe I have a bit of a crush on you. Your blue skies are filled with the puffiest and happiest clouds that stretch as far as the eye can see. Let's not even go into how you set the trees on fire with bursts of color. Or how beautifully you've sailed your full moon through the lengthening nights. Your frigid mornings are balanced by how much I love slipping on a down vest and donning a favorite pair of boots.And now you're leaving acorns for me to collect... everywhere! I promise I'll save plenty for the squirrels, but I can't stop filling my pockets with them. Something about your clear, crisp air seems to be making room in my mind for fresh ideas to emerge- and I'm gathering them like the acorns. Every year you make me fall madly in love with you, October. And that's a wonderful thing!
p.s. I have a feeling some of these caps will end up in Monday's mandala before they turn into something else.
Posted by mayaluna at 9:07 AM
Monday, October 6, 2014
A great deal of time was spent at my computer this weekend. I'm working on manuscript edits and it's super easy for hours to slip by in front of the screen. I pushed my self out the door yesterday for a walk and when I returned refreshed, I sat on the slate back porch to soak in the last bit of sunshine. All around me were the final blooms of the year. I set to gathering handfuls and arranged them by flower and petal. A mandala began to form and with the quiet meditation of circling around and around came a deep focus and sense of calm.
After a blustery night, all of my work blew into the corner of the garden that collects leaves and is looked over by this smiling face. A little serendipity with the Buddah and petals (but I put the blossom at his feet).
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
Hello October! As much as I hate to see summer really go, the freshness of a new season has me falling in love all over again! A walk in the woods is all it takes to bring me to my knees in awe of the beautiful ways nature cycles around and around.Whether you visit a forest or a city park, there are sure to be many gifts to see, hear, smell and touch as we move towards shorter days. Fallen treasures gather in hands and fill pockets to remind us what is still here to be held before it's blanketed in snow.
The quality of light has changed, and the sun dances through the turning leaves in a constant state of radiance.
Fall is glorious in these parts... I feel like I forget each year and spend September resisting and fighting the transition. October reminds me to let go... just like the winds that keep releasing our walnut leaves steadily to the ground. I wish you all a beautiful beginning to this month!
Posted by mayaluna at 2:15 PM
Monday, September 29, 2014
BUTTERMILK APPLE CINNAMON MUFFINS
2 1/2 cups whole wheat pastry flour
2 teaspoon of baking powder
1 teaspoon of baking soda
1/2 teaspoon of salt
3/4 cup of brown sugar or maple syrup
2 eggs lightly beaten
1/3 cup of melted butter
1 1/3 cup of buttermilk
1 large apple cored and diced (no need to peel)
1 teaspoon of cinnamon
1 tablespoon of sugar for top or batch of streusel
-Preheat over to 375 degrees
-Mix dry and wet ingredients separately and then combine just till mixed
-Add apples at the end
-Pour into a well-greased muffin pan
-Top with sugar or streusel and bake until golden
Friday, September 26, 2014
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Tuesday, September 23, 2014
Along with the fall equinox comes my son's birthday. He was born 16 years ago (and a day or two)! My first child. It's been the most rewarding job imagineable... What an extraordinary and unpredictable journey motherhood is. This weekend was a celebration of what a beautiful young man that baby boy has grown into. The candles on his cake were the very same ones from his first and sixth birthday. I know you're not too surprised given how sentimental I am, right. As he blew out the flames, I felt my chest expanding with the now familiar mama ache that grows from a mingling of love, pride and longing. Love for this wonderful guy that is so much a part of me, but very much his own person. Pride in his brilliance, sensitivity and maturity. Longing for time to slow down. Wasn't it just yesterday that he was putting a fistful of his first birthday cake (apple juice sweetened carrot cake) into his tiny mouth? Everyone always tells you how fast it flies - but you don't know they're right until you're saying it yourself to a new mom. So just treasure every hard, bumbly and precious moment. And celebrate. Everything. Because one day you're strapping them into their car seat and before you know they're taking the wheel. Gulp.
Posted by mayaluna at 11:07 AM