meet me at the dock: creating spaciousness

Both of my grandfathers fought in the First World War-- you know, the war to end all wars.  There was trench warfare, mustard gas, tens of millions dead or horribly wounded, lives, families and cities destroyed-- but it was not, alas, the end of war.

I don't know how or when we will be without war.  What I do know is that it is important to stop, get quiet and reflect on what they were fighting for.  Surely the battle was for time and space to bask in the beauty of this world and to be richly surrounded by friends and family.  And so, this three-day weekend ahead-- I wish for you, for all of us, sweet space for connecting with the natural world:  the gentle peace that such time spent on a hammock, at the beach, in the woods-- or merely stretched out on the grass, barefoot-- can bring.

My thoughts of late have been very much about sinking into wordlessness, about creating more space between my thoughts-- finding more breath between words.  When I read Lisa's post morning thoughts -- all I could say was yes yes yes.  This paragraph in particular grabbed my heart and put my own feelings into words in such a way all I could do is sigh and say, again, yes (and thank you).

so often the language heard in the online creative world,
that of visionaries and change-makers and risk-takers, has a tight fierceness to it. 
i have no desire to kick-ass or to be a bad-ass (or any kind of ass), to be radical, edgy, or even fearless. i aim to be true, transparent, real and human.
i ask for ease, grace, and the abundance to serve well with whatever i have to offer. i want to connect from the place of softness, wonder, and oneness.

Of course-- not to get all serious on your ass-- but reflecting on war can do that to me-- Soooo, rest assured other pursuits of weekend pleasure may well include one (or more) of the following:

coconut macaroon pancakes :: raspberry coffeecake from heaven :: blue pastures :: st.germain cocktails :: walking on the beach ::  reading in bed :: ice cream :: hmmm, but wait, will that be enough sugar, you think?  

and you?  how will you feed and nuture yourself this weekend?

bisous, e