wisps of nature

I have been moving our world about the last few weeks. Slowing renewing the spaces we gather in, find solitude in, and nourish our bodies and minds in.  Humble pieces have been added. Those no longer tugging at heart strings have been removed with neither regret or guilt. Lustrous timber in both raw and polished forms graces each room beckoning touch and imbuing the aesthetics with warmth and honesty. There are bursts of yellow, burnt umber and rust. Delicate pieces from far off lands steeped in hazy memories peek out from nook and cranny.

I have been viewing each item with a quizzical brow. Picking up trinkets, moving them where the sunlight catches them best sending rainbow prisms dancing. Eyelids fixed in a thinking stare; head cocked. Embracing nomadic ways and letting trimmings waltz about our home resting with different partners depending on the season; depending on the mood.

Wisps of nature bring the wonder and beauty of the natural world indoors and ever close.  A single stem bearing now papery violet flowers; it's stamens crisp and fragile. Plumes from winged creatures simultaneously strong and rigid yet soft and yielding. Gentle gatherings some collected with abandon and little thought or connection; others resonating with deep sentimentality. Some will be tucked away to rummage through on a rainy December day. Others will be returned to their place of origin be it earth or branch or wind.

Shedding layers of skin and returning to my heart's calling. Wandering this earth with intention and a sharp eye; beauty is all around. Letting my world breathe slowly in and out. Hearing her do so...and listening.

Steph x

So very inspired by Pia Jane Bijkerk and Sibella Court I fashioned these vintage bottles into homes for our snippets.  My eyes are drawn to them often; my lips curl into a smile.