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sometimes, it doesn't matter what the language-- there are no words enough

Pantone colors you can eat, suitcase seating, and proof that fun can change behavior. 

And so-- we have this beautiful inspiration kit for you--- my only regret with the video above is that you couldn't truly see all the goodies that are in each packet -- and, of course, you can't feel the love and thoughtfulness that Sarah puts into each one. But it is there, I assure you.

. . .  and she moves seamlessly from one to the next to the next-- picking up stitches, diagnosing the problem, coaching, and supporting.  Honestly-- it's like she's an emergency room doctor only without any calls for CPR.

No, I mean I really don't have the words-- I speak zero Italian. Not that I haven't tried to learn-- I have. It's just that it kills my French and I am too afraid of losing my French to power through and learn Italian. But, maybe after a week in Abruzzo, I will happily trade in my accent grave for some passionate hand gestures.

There are many stories within stories about the squam experience, but one lesser known tale is that quietly woven through the wild weekend gatherings are the mamas who have come with babies (in their arms or in their bellies).

S'meaches, glitter, and Zoltar machines and other goodies. 

Stashed in my garage, I found these two metal watering cans: one vintage and one brand new. With a bit of creative flourish, I envisioned them making interesting centerpieces for my patio table in preparation for all the summer entertaining that I plan on doing!

Pixie has continued to expand from artist, to teacher, into her most recent work and creation: SouLodge which leads us down wild new pathways into undiscovered territories that help connect us with our own mystical spirits.

Trying on a new attitude with the tax-man this year...

"My art is an opportunity to reflect on the everyday, from the clutter on my desk to my neighbor's fruit stand, from what I ate for lunch to my unfolded laundry. In recording and meditating on it, I find beauty and significance in the things I do."

Exactly-- the pressure is on. But here's the thing--- even if I had the time to make really cool things, I don't have that special ju-ju that makes things extra pretty, extra lovely. It's just not one of the gifts I have to bring to the world.

Susy is truly one of the most delightful people I have ever met. So, part of what I love about her art is that you can feel her effervescent spirit, wit and style -- as they are always present in her work.

Again and again I would try something new, obsess about it briefly, discover I sucked at it, and abandon it. Hence a long, long, long line of incomplete dreams trailing behind me like discarded toys in the wake of a toddler.

But you know what part I love most about her explanation of wordlessness-- that it is "like logging on to some sort of Energy Internet, a connection that gives you access not only to your own entire intelligence, but to something much bigger."