Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
We met on a beach, and so after nearly 12 years of exploring various shores and waters together, we thought a serene way to celebrate was to return to reflect on our love story…this time with our treasure, to play a game of scavenger hunts with crinkly old maps and sandy digs. We found what we were hoping for, and so we’ll keep playing, on and on, together forever. Inspired by tales from my desk, a certain note left by Piratess Moira, and a local borrowing of Treasure Island, we set forth into the mist…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May AdventuresAmor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May AdventuresAmor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May AdventuresAmor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
We’ve been exploring neighbouring libraries to see what kinds of treasure they hold dear in their donated collections. Our language lessons were filled with naughty rabbit pirates this week, in various exclamations of awareness…of a certain irritated gardener.
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
From bare to pink to white to…soon…green…the apple tree is our sweet inspiration.
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures: Soft Organic Cotton Children’s Sleep Bloomers
Rainy dewy days are for sewing up soft cosies to grow into…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
An anniversary dinner of homemade pasta…mmmm…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
Greenhouse air…
Amor Milagre Journal: Spring Garden, Pirates, Pasta, and May Adventures
New delicious short love stories awaken each rainfall…more on these sweet darlings later.
Your greatest treasure is always within twenty paces of wherever you stand…zero boot lengths even…it’s you…you are your true love. Take care not to lose your sense of this, for you really cannot. Love is your shadow, so you might as well have a dance, then!
Happy Spring Moments & Adventures, Love ~ Amor Milagre
I do not wish to think of bones, mere dust held together by moons. I focus on stories. I depend upon stories to hold together my given set of bones, though they scrape and burn as they disintegrate causing a fire of endless pain. I need stories to distract from this. I take no medicine. They research no comforts or cures. I write endless stories, not only to express my other world of dreams, ideas, persistent unfolding rooms and eyebrows raised, lashes asleep, or waves unending. They are me, I am them, and I am their translator, though no words or brushes could ever make them vivid to you. No one reads them, no ones can sense them…do you see this? Everyone is so very very lost. I keep our family aware, open, and alive. Where are all of the stories? Can you feel them? They are everywhere. They speak and dance and laugh and cry…there are trees in my eyes… There are stories. I write them down. My cursed bones can barely read my scribbles. I try anyway. We hear them, my breadcrumbs and keys for my baby, my salt sprinkles and downpours of sweetness for my husband, to follow. I do what I can with these sandy bones. I know that where I exist is beyond them, a plane walker.
All I ask of you is to do what you can with yours…be good to our worlds, and be grateful for what you do have, and can make….finding it all in the air you breathe. It is all there…always…just open your senses and, absorb. Truth is not hard to find. Love is everywhere. Breathe in this wisdom of stories flying, flying. Love it back. You are what is missing from your life.
Treat us well while we are here. We open the windows… Love, ~ Amor Milagre
Amor Milagre Story Illustration Original Books and Art Self-Health Novelettes
When one book of characters packs up and travels to the printer’s, patient tales then perk up and peek at their faces and trees appearing on new deckled-edge papers on my desk, here in the library at Rose Cottage.
“That’s not what I look like! I’m a brunette…and I would never wear that! I’m from twenty years before that style,” they remind me.
“Ah, yes…right. Sorry. My hair colour has changed since we bumped into each other that day.”
So bossy, but…correct. “I’ll look it up.” They wear me out…
Amor Milagre Story Illustration Original Books and Art Self-Health Novelettes
For many years now, I’ve been constantly scribbling down stories, day and night. There are too many to release separately, so several volumes will release as quickly as I can compile them together in the shuffling groups as they were born. It’s only fair…
Empowering, meandering stories, belonging to my endless Self-Health Novelette book series, will begin to release in the years nearest you now.
I love writing them, then painting them up…but typing? No! Anything but typing…so this will take a bit.
Amor Milagre Story Illustration Original Books and Art Self-Health Novelettes
Not everyone will be displayed, as many of my characters are described in soulful adjectives, allowing the listener to imagine. I sit and paint with music, my darling husband reading to us…
If I can snag him, he’ll narrate some of my novels and children’s books in future. At least, I want his voice for roles that he inspired. After I release the newly illustrated Leona’s Homecoming, I’ll rerecord those four first books. Some of these watercolours will be available as fine art prints and stationery as well. Oh, so many joys to enjoy!
Music of the Moment: The flipping of new-old books from library sales and borrowings.
In between our homeschool lessons, an influx of doctor’s appointments, work, renovating, and gardening, we find it necessary to plan little pleasures to calm, rejuvenate, and excite our greening up spirits. The trees and plants unfurl and awaken this week, as we unwind our senses with:
If an appointment is quick, but we have to drive far for it, we’ll plan a visit to a nearby nursery, or an art store like we did yesterday. Wandering around, finding beads and ribbons for our Fine Arts class is a fun way to lessen the previously serious mood and get excited about tomorrow’s crafts. On occasion, I will find something for my atelier… but just seeing all the hues all lined up relaxes me. New oil paintings list soon! (Listening to a favourite audiobook also somehow shortens the drive and distracts me from wishing that Maine would clean up more. It does sadden me that with so much natural beauty here, people choose to pollute their yards…where gardens and even wildflowers could sing. We focus on our garden…planting as much green air as we can each year. Perennials are my thing. I like building up a family of plants. We take care of them, and they take care of us.)
Sewing up doll clothes is a baby favourite here, and this week I’m joining in to stitch up some creamy soft organic cotton shorts for summer. They are a little bigger than doll size, but not much… This is where ironed lace and new shining beads come into the sitting room and library to play with us.
Reading rainy day May poems and Spring Stories with a cup of tea is cosy and embraces the season. I wrote about forty such tales this week… We keep a 365 day poetry book on the rug. It’s massive, but turning the page to read each morning’s poem gives us insight into another’s senses of this day and a different place. We write our own observations of THIS moment. Let go of yesterday, and feel today.
Meditating, and a gentle massage of the head, neck, feet, and hands using light pressure on certain points, releases strifes and struggles, leaving space for movement and growth. Guided mystical musical tracks are very helpful for setting a short, yet effective, time and space for this daily practice. Stress stores itself in the body…let it go.
When life feels externally unsatisfying, one can control the little things like the week’s flavours. Yesterday, I baked up some clove-spiced chocolate walnut pastries, our weekly bread, and a spring greens teatime tart with asparagus, green beans, and darling mushrooms. I love photographing everything from tulips to dishes around our table for my upcoming cookbook (vegan, organic, sugar-free). Today, we’re planting up some seeds in the garden for more fresh plant foods to enjoy!
A tiny yellow cardigan waits on the back of a chair. An open sewing box invites nimble fingers to experiment. All of these little things smile up the mind. Release and fall into the poetry of the positives that live inside our day. Love, ~ Amor Milagre
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Soon, the apples will PINK with soft creamy blossoms…and bees…
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
The raindrops deepen and saturate all the colours…I love rainy and snowy days the most. Mermaids love healing waters.
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Tactile pleasures satisfy the senses. Smell the spices, roll out floury dough. Synesthesia can feel beautiful.
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Old tools of stone to crush up beautiful owl-like walnuts connects us to all times. This is quieter than machines. There is tact involved and little sounds, but the whirring -pound -trickle- put-put-put is a song I like.
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Dripping translucent petals soothe…instantly. Breathe in fresh oxygen.
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Soft sleepy pajamas…soon… Oversized for when little legs kick off quilts. Pleats are needed for now, but are then removed in a few years, and all the while there is a soft, flat, smooth waistline for comfort. Rest easily, and sleep well.
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
A carpet of petals.
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day PleasuresAmor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Inhabiting Mrs. Crustybread’s world for an afternoon…
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day PleasuresAmor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Teatime…mangiamo…
Amor Milagre 5 Spring Rainy Day Pleasures
Puffs of air out in the garden fill up our world…
Music of the Moment: Chopin, Prelude Op. 28 No. 15 Raindrop
while you’re waiting…listen to the rain…
Also, new song by Fiona Apple-Pretrial (Let Her Go Home)
