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
With handmade love notes, a tiny sweet doll named Khalila, chocolate chip pancakes and giggles in bed, time to write or paint, and a fresh planting of seeds in our Rose Cottage garden, I could be describing this sweet, sunny Mother’s Day…and I could also be telling you about our recent Sundays these past few weeks. Once life becomes steady and settled, we have more time for regular simple pleasures such as these, but we’ve always aimed for daily respect, attention, and loving communication to fulfill each other’s needs and ideas.
*If the world celebrates Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, Baby’s Day, Earth Day….every day…then everyone will be readily able to receive, accept, and give love and adoration without cause for surprise, or commercials to remind you to reach out. They’ll know how deal with being loved. We are all made of love, and we all can really feel this is true. Open your hearts today, and every day, so that when it comes time for your specially named day, it’s just an extra way for your beloveds to show that they care for you. You will already know it and have felt it all the years through.
If you haven’t achieved this healthy structure, even after years of fostering and encouraging it, and even if you have, then perhaps your non-day off is more a forced gratitude situation of sudden odd amounts of attention? And, maybe the offer may not even be repeated every year if you didn’t praise the belated grocery store bouquet enough? Then, what do they even expect for Father’s Day? What has your year built up to celebrate? From my childhood memory, the men somehow got to leave the house…sneaking off to golf, ignoring any offer of gifts, and making yet another day about them? Does that help a family to feel good to share their appreciation? Here, we reciprocate the same sweetnesses equally for both parent-centric days, and we love being together all of the time. What if you are sick, or perhaps tired (laughing), when the day rolls around? Do you miss your chance, or is it all bundled into one gesture? Is it lonely or sad? Why bring it up for everyone when it is different for everyone?
My husband is nice, but it still takes so much for two different people to understand…really anything. Please calendar-makers, let us decide our own times of celebration…ideally every day from: now to then. You are confusing the children. There are many dates on there which we do not celebrate, but somehow this one is hard to escape. The weather plays such a role in when we celebrate holidays, and so does our health. The false kindness directed toward mothers once a year, but not every day at the library, at the store, at the doctor’s office, is not on our menu. Be real. Choose what and when you celebrate. Respect us everywhere, always.
Be kind every day, and get to know what your beloved prefers. I don’t like dead flowers. They remind my senses of funerals. Shall we, then, on our holiday have a funeral for the poor flowers? My husband gifts me seeds. He’s outside now…planting them for us. This is a gift. Perennial flowers that we can enjoy every time the wind comes in warm with the spring months, some are even edible! We know when spring is here. No reminders needed. Take the pressure off your loved ones…enjoy every moment with them as you live it.
*A special note for the world: Women and children’s health is, and has always been, in desperate need of attention. Our rights, our illnesses, our safety, our state of being and treatment in/by this world need top priority. Remedy this lack of care and respect for us with real healthcare, real education for all to respect us, new laws to help us, and real equal rights and opportunities in effortlessly safe conditions as the new basic standard. We deserve to live as ourselves as we need to live. We are not creatures. We are people. We have our own lives, so leave us be. You will respect us. That’s it. It’s done. Now, we all live well and pleasantly, doing what we love and enjoy. This is a way to honour mothers. Let it be a perennial you plant in your mind, a daily affirmation, until it is engrained in your blood….the blood your mother gave you. Cheery? We’d like our lives to be so.
Also, being a healthy mother ties into all of this. Everyone can be a healthy parent, partner, child…and the cycle continues…so make it a good one. You can restart at any time. Love is sincerity and truth. Care about all mothers, everywhere, not only the ones around you or none at all. *Motherhood is not only the most difficult and risky experience to survive and to keep doing, but it is a wondrous one to know, and through it, you know more of yourself. Bravely invite this honesty and grow from it.
Sending loving supportive energy to all of the mothers. I know.
Respect for women and children is necessary every day to truly celebrate motherhood, not to mention the existence of our world.
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Fresh white daffodils from the garden sit prettily for me as I warm up with my first oil paintings of the season. I will finish these sweet darlings later on this week, along with some beautiful stories of love and lush gardens. Visit my art gallery to shop eternal blooms. New originals, fine art prints, and stationery will sprout up soon. Happy gardening art lovers! Love, ~Amor Milagre
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A season of flowers…what could be more sculpturally interesting to behold?
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A new background, a fine floral upholstery tapestry fabric, will be featured in various ways this year.
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Painting the earth with plants is my favourite way to paint!
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A clean new palette and setup for spring.
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One of my favourite moments in a painting emerges at the very beginning…so exciting! Delicious…like storytelling or a song….letting it unfold naturally…and then you sense what it wants to be.
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Many more paintings soon…
Music of the Moment: Butterfly Mornings, Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions
As our new flower bulb patches have doubled over winter, we delight in our lush cheerful daffodils. A return to the piano is just as refreshing. New songwriters explore their soul. It is always a season for learning. Unforgotten shapes of petals and notes fill the warming air. We plant seeds. I scribble away…tulips soon.
New books are growing. Happy May! Love, ~ Amor Milagre
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New Flower Fine Art Photography Prints will be added to my shop this season.
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Our new evergreen additions add more structure and texture to the bulbs beds.
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Music of the Moment:
Little Players Practicing their Own Songs to Birds Singing in the Garden
This May at Atelier Amor Milagre, Sandy Playtime at the Beach
This May, I will begin my new collection of oil paintings featuring our garden blooms, local Maine beach water/landscapes, and my darling book illustrations. I plan to type up my latest volume of novelettes whilst the freshly illustrated 2025 edition of Leona’s Homecoming: The Love Letter Diaries #1-4 will be sustainably printed. This book of timeless love will probably release around midsummer. Each book is signed, dated, and a beautifully hand-embossed original Amor Milagre logo sticker is tucked inside…a treasure for book collectors to find. Get ready to order your first editions as new books will be available to shop this year! For now, we are trying to unwind and destress to refocus on many exciting projects and healthy outdoor routines for summer.
Behold…air!
Always do your best not to pollute everywhere the wind blows. We each can be a true blue to Nature. Happy Spring-Summer, however your weather is treating you today…