Some middle of the week 's thoughts I wanted to share

I am a butterfly drunk with life. 

I don´t know where to soar,

but I won´t allow life to clip my colorful wings.

When I am down and troubled I go back to my bedside table where my most most favorite books are. They might not be the best I have ever read (and I have read many) definitely not the most "important" ones but each and every one of them are of the finest literature ever written and they are my best loyal friends.

During my first weeks in Pennsylvania when I had my worst experience of trying to acclimatize my old bones to the "coldest spring in years", 

the small animals of "The wind in the willows" by Kenneth Graham have come to my rescue as I dived into their burrows and tunnels taking their courage in the enduring the cold harsh winter with their humble means

as an example to follow and with them, with all my heart, greeting the spring with joy and appreciation, very quickly I found the willows all over, putting on their yellowish green dresses and dancing in the chilly wind.

                                                                    

And then I made these:

In the passing weeks of ugly, unthinkable, terror attacks all around the world and close to home in Boston I couldn't stay away from "King Matt the First"

and the greatness of humanity whom  Korczac

 is such a symbol of, and whom together with millions lives were so shamelessly wasted, and still stands as beacon of hope  as opposed to the low and yet lower that people of this world can get. 

http://korczak.com/Biography/kap-1who.htm

http://korczak.com/Biography/kap-3.htm

http://korczak.com/Biography/kap-38.htm

And so I turned from the CNN newsroom went outside, drank all the beauty

                                                                  and made these:

A wonderful spring Friday, free of charge for everyone to enjoy

Today, not as early as I planed, but still early I went for my Friday grocery shopping to the New Eastern Market of York.  I am telling you grocery shopping in the markets is making the experience so much more pleasant, rewording and interesting. So much more … well this is going to be my way. Local produce, local vendors, fresh, intimate, personal… local, local, local… it is like coming back home to what used to be good (not the bad, sad stuff)

This is the first real spring day for me this year. It's like going from sad to happy , as my four years old grandson expresses it:

 From gloomy cold, depressing winter to this splendid fresh, clear joyful day free of charge, from sunrise to sunset.

I simply try to soak it all in: the beauty of the blooms, the colorful fresh leaves on all waking  the trees,  all the sounds and smells and smiles and energy of all the bees, the birds, the people, , the rivers and the hills, the blue sky above and the beautiful mother earth all around.

 And from fear it will all go away too quickly I bring it in

Makes it out and trying to preserve it as long as possible

                                                         Have a great weekend

Back to work! Yeyyyyyy!

I am very happy to announce that I am back in my studio, back with my waxes and dyes, and fragrances and already thinking seriously about new challenges, new ways of expression, new horizons.

 After going through a big change in my life of moving from sunny wonderful southern California to wintry, bleakly cold yet exciting in all the new adventures and beauties I have to discover, Pennsylvania, , I am slowly but surely settling down and finding my place, my space.

In the last seventeen years we have lived in ultimate weather. At first in the central valleys of Costa Rica and than in Southern California so weather-wise we went low but we have already seen the great compensation in living in the vicinity of the biggest most wonderful cities in the U.S, surrounding by historic marks, older cities and towns, really big old trees, great rivers,

all range of unknown birds and, forests, in short, a lot to explore.

So we will get some warmer clothes and get used to the cold, in the end summer will come to us if not sooner, later and we have still to expect the explosion of bloom around us.

There are so many things yet to learn and we do learn new things every day. Have you ever heard of "Onion Snow"? Well apparently the snow we got a week ago was that kind of snow.

According to my Google search:

 "Onion snow" is a regional term used primarily in the state of Pennsylvania, referring colloquially to the final snowfall before the end of the winter season. Some sources indicate that the onion snow typically occurs after the traditional time for planting spring onions, while others state that onion snow is an indicator of when the appropriate time has arisen to plant onions. In either case, onion snow is defined as a light snow that melts quickly. This regional expression is said to originate from the so-called Pennsylvania Dutch culture and language."

So there you are, it is time to plant some onions already as well as to go watch the Cherry trees blooming in Washington D.C. It is time to go in a sunny warmer day with an opened roof in the Audi to learn some incredible chapter in the American history about the Gettysburg address of the great Abraham Lincoln in the place where it was given,

where everyone live with the big words, beliefs and sacrifices every day year after year, because all the ghosts will never let anyone forget.

And so with the "onion snow" still in my aching bones

and the Cherry blossom yet to come one of these days,

I am cooking and pouring my latest

 candles.