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Once…

Amor Milagre Author, A Gentle Life Bookshop
Amor Milagre Author, A Gentle Life Bookshop, Hoppy Bunny Illustration

Isn’t it so very interesting to record something?  A moment of thought, feeling, senses…  Not for anyone, just you.  Don’t listen to anyone who says your senses are incorrect.  That makes no sense.  Yours are yours.  You can express.  You must. It is natural.  I was made to observe for so long.  Made to wait to live.  Sick.  Surviving.  I painted, yes…and I still do, but now…I cannot stop writing stories…my hand hurts.  Did you know that there is this well inside of yourself…just waiting to be heard?  Much more than you thought was there, which was already so much.  Unblock this timeless space by removing yourself from the distractions and pollution surrounding you and built into your non-beneficial daily routines.  To be able to finally hear oneself again is a relief.  Do not pollute and prevent others from their self-connection either.  Our world needs a new beginning full of green plants and fresh air.  Untangle yourself from the buzzing mess of cords and blinding lights and walls of sound.  Free us from this poisonous frequency and shed all wires wrapping the earth.  Decompress.  Get back to you.

This is so very interesting.  Endless.  An intangible joy.

Listen within.  It is fun. Love, ~ Amor Milagre

 

 

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Organic Gardening: Love in Spring Flowers

Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening

My sweet Darlings, sense how easily our love has grown.  Love, ~ Amor Milagre

Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Flowers Organic Gardening

Nature is the magic of our world…inspiring romance, poetry, connection, and smiles.  Grow love.

SHOP my Growing Collection of Flowers- New Additions Soon

 

Music of the Moment:  My cosy adorable husband reading me to sleep… 11+ Sweets

 

 

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Breadcrumbs to Guide You, Little One

Amor Milagre Storyteller
Amor Milagre Storyteller

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

 

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Mother’s Day?

Mother's Day at Amor Milagre
Mother’s Day at 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.

Love, ~ Amor Milagre

 

 

 

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Atelier Amor Milagre: Spring Oil Paintings of White Daffodils

Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery

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

Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery

A season of flowers…what could be more sculpturally interesting to behold?

Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery

A new background, a fine floral upholstery tapestry fabric, will be featured in various ways this year.

Amor Milagre Spring Daffodils Organic Gardening
Amor Milagre Spring Daffodils Organic Gardening

Painting the earth with plants is my favourite way to paint!

Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery

A clean new palette and setup for spring.

Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery

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.

Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery
Atelier Amor Milagre, Shop the Art Gallery, Spring Daffodil Oil Paintings, Originals, Fine Art Prints, Stationery

Many more paintings soon…

 

Music of the Moment:  Butterfly Mornings, Hope Sandoval & The Warm Inventions