Life lately: Frida, flocks, and flowers

“I paint flowers so they will not die.”

A few treasures and flowers from my garden for Frida Kahlo, born on this day in 1907.


“Be wild; that is how to clear the river. The river does not flow in polluted, we manage that. The river does not dry up, we block it. If we want to allow it its freedom, we have to allow our ideational lives to be let loose, to stream, letting anything come, initially censoring nothing. That is creative life. It is made up of divine paradox. To create one must be willing to be stone stupid, to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and spill rubies from one’s mouth. Then the river will flow, then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.” – Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With The Wolves.

As I sat down at my desk, my heart flocked to this dreamy little bridge over the River Wye this morning. In summary, goals for today: be stone stupid, sit on jackass throne, spill rubies from mouth, float on flowing river. I don’t know if I’ve ever known such a beautiful description of the creative process!

Whether stones, jackasses, rubies, or rivers, I hope you’ve found your way to float this week.


If they warm your cockles, please help your heart to these flame roses.

Or, buy/pick/cut/gather yourself your own flowers of fancy. All for you. Just for you.

Put your soul/mind/feet up.

Let’s dream a dream for the weekend (or next time off) to technicolour life.


See you next week, wildflowers.

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