Ontario falls are spectacular. The trees turn into giant, technicolored flowers. They are every shade of yellow, orange, and red, with vestiges of green. It’s breathtaking. But the delights of fall are not over even when the leaves drop to the ground. I love their musty smell, the papery sounds my feet make crunching through mounds of them, the percussive songs their partner, the wind, performs with them. Why does everyone rush to bag them, contain them, get rid of them? Are
. Circles are sacred, she said. They are symbols of wholeness, and I have arranged them in such a way that there is a bridge between the two of them and a crown of leaves above them. The green leaves demonstrate new growth, the orange leaves a more mature understanding of how two beings, who are whole in themselves, can still complete each other on a higher level. .
That sounds profound, he said, but it really doesn’t make any sense to me. It’s easier for you to think than se
The other day, after writing a post about wearing paper, Chris Bolmeier sent me a hilarious request that I create a paper dress for her. Then I ran across THIS vest, and was enthralled! Lynda Monk, of Purple Missus, tells us: It started life as bog-standard inexpensive gift wrap tissue which has then been painted, bonded, sprayed and waxed, several times and in different sequences to end up as a soft fabric with a metallic leather look to it. There is an array of wonderful