Happy February—The coldest month of the year! Doesn't make you want to sit by the fire with a great book?
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Monday, February 4, 2013
Sunday, January 27, 2013
Imagine a woman
Imagine a woman who believes it is right and good
She is a woman. A woman who honors her
experience and tells her stories. Who refuses
To carry the sin of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s
Influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
-Patricia Lynn Reilly
She is a woman. A woman who honors her
experience and tells her stories. Who refuses
To carry the sin of others within her body and life.
Imagine a woman who trusts and respects herself.
A woman who listens to her needs and desires.
Who meets them with tenderness and grace.
Imagine a woman who acknowledges the past’s
Influence on the present.
A woman who has walked through her past.
Who has healed into the present.
Imagine a woman who authors her own life.
A woman who exerts, initiates, and moves on her own behalf.
Who refuses to surrender except to her truest self and wisest voice.
Imagine a woman who names her own gods.
A woman who imagines the divine in her image and likeness.
Who designs a personal spirituality to inform her daily life.
Imagine a woman in love with her own body.
A woman who believes her body is enough, just as it is.
Who celebrates its rhythms and cycles as an exquisite resource.
Imagine a woman who honors the body of the Goddess in her changing body.
A woman who celebrates the accumulation of her years and her wisdom.
Who refuses to use her life-energy disguising the changes in her body and life.
Imagine a woman who values the women in her life.
A woman who sits in circles of women.
Who is reminded of the truth about herself when she forgets.
Imagine yourself as this woman.
-Patricia Lynn Reilly
Friday, November 2, 2012
You ought to vote!
Election day is coming up on Tuesday, November 6. Make sure you find out where your polling place is and when it opens and closes! You may even be able to vote early today or Monday if you need to. Here in Colorado you can go to your County Clerk's office for early voting--it's quick and easy!
This photograph is from 1912--100 years ago. It wasn't long ago that women were not allowed to vote. Many heroes worked tirelessly throughout the past century to make sure that everyone had equal rights concerning THE VOTE. Let's honor their foresight and sacrifice by exercising one of our most important rights--to decide the future for our country and our children.
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Fingerprints
Who made this? What was floating through her mind? What do her hands look like? What inspired her design?
Handcrafted goods give us an irreplaceable link to the past; to tradition; to an individual. The pottery we recently got in the shop are signed by the artists from the Casas Grandes and Mata Ortiz pueblos of Mexico which are very close to one another. These are communities of indigenous peoples that have lived there for centuries.
All materials and tools originate from supplies that are readily available locally and the process of making this pottery is from the ancient pottery traditions of the region. Amazingly, the pottery is hand-built without using a potter's wheel. You can imagine the talent and patience that goes into creating the perfect and artful shapes of the pots or ollas.
You can buy these collectibles at http://soulsingboutique.com/collections/decor.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
JAMS!
We have been listening to Calexico's new album, Algiers, on repeat in the shop! It's released on October 30 but we're listening on Spotify ;)
Friday, October 19, 2012
Drop by!
The shop is finally CLEANED up and running smoothly! We were sort of open last week, but if you came in and saw all the books all over the floor you might have run in the other direction! It's looking good in here, so come by this weekend from 10:30-5pm and we'll help you find a treasure!
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| This amazing art deco lady (a twin!) used to be a lamp. They are just fabulous! |
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Harvest Time
October always hearkens the the end of the growing season as the summer Sun fades, to darken a little earlier in the day.
The Sun, like our hearts and dreams, inevitably sinks a little lower on our horizons, every year at this time: Offering us his shorter days and taunting us with his hard wisdom and cold lessons.
"Slow down, warm up and rest; For every end there will be a new beginning." This is the law of the natural world and Time is always a relative quantification!
The scarcity of Time is only a shared perception, like the cultural madness that surrounds us every day; exasperated by our accustomed habits and assumed duties; Let go, and live and work onwards with Nature. Yet, we lament the passing of our garden sanctuaries and miss the seemingly endless hours spent working in the fields of our fancy: tending, to our beloved animals, flowers, fruits and vegetables. There is fertile ground still left to tend!
Dreamtime beckons our return. The Ice Queen doth cometh, and our Winter playgrounds will return soon. Chin up, Cheer up! Here is a photo montage of our Summer playground and our sanctuary from the maddening crowd. Twas a glorious Harvest!
Fall Song
The Sun, like our hearts and dreams, inevitably sinks a little lower on our horizons, every year at this time: Offering us his shorter days and taunting us with his hard wisdom and cold lessons.
"Slow down, warm up and rest; For every end there will be a new beginning." This is the law of the natural world and Time is always a relative quantification!
The scarcity of Time is only a shared perception, like the cultural madness that surrounds us every day; exasperated by our accustomed habits and assumed duties; Let go, and live and work onwards with Nature. Yet, we lament the passing of our garden sanctuaries and miss the seemingly endless hours spent working in the fields of our fancy: tending, to our beloved animals, flowers, fruits and vegetables. There is fertile ground still left to tend!
Dreamtime beckons our return. The Ice Queen doth cometh, and our Winter playgrounds will return soon. Chin up, Cheer up! Here is a photo montage of our Summer playground and our sanctuary from the maddening crowd. Twas a glorious Harvest!
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| Autumn Morning Sun |
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| Roasting Peppers |
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| Herb Garden |
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| Peppers Galore |
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| Reserves |
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| Kale |
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| Transformation |
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| Bringin in Dinner |
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Fall Song
Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damplyin the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries -- roots and sealed seedsand the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time's measurepainfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longingto stay -- how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, foreverin these momentary pastures.
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damplyin the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries -- roots and sealed seedsand the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time's measurepainfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longingto stay -- how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, foreverin these momentary pastures.
~ Mary Oliver ~
(American Primitive)
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Embracing the Darkness
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It is always like holding my breath as I move into the fall time. I love the weather, the scent, the crunchy leaves, and lighting fires, but it is a rude awakening to end the day much earlier and leave work in the dark.
As we move into the darkest time of year, and a hard transition, it is most important to take care of ourselves and listen to what our bodies and souls really need.
*Breathe, Smile, Relax.
Monday, October 8, 2012
Time to Shop!
Our website has launched! Head on over to soulsingboutique.com to check out our beautful homewares, jewelry, and other adornment! And if you are on the Front Range of Colorado, come visit us in Lyons, CO on Main Street on Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays!
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Vow of Friendship
Happy Friday! It's the weekend! The time where we get to hang with our friends and let our hair down. Appreciate your wonderful companions from all walks of life. Support, nurture, and love them for all they are!
The vow of friendship:
I honor your path
I drink from your well
I bring an unprotected heart to our meeting place
I hold no cherished outcome
I will not negotiate by withholding
I am not subject to dissappointment
The vow of friendship:
I honor your path
I drink from your well
I bring an unprotected heart to our meeting place
I hold no cherished outcome
I will not negotiate by withholding
I am not subject to dissappointment
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| via http://thatshappy.blogspot.com/ |
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| Cover of Rolling Stone, 1975 |
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