Do the people belong? To see a new terrarium, visit katharinehouk.com
Today I am playing. With frigid cold, snow, and ice outside the window, I decided to play with green things, feel their life force, smell the soil on my hands. Below are some photos from the terrarium I created. On the KatharineHouk.com website you’ll find some tiny terrarium pendants I made with living moss.
This little green world was created in a glass cube shaped container, 5″ x 5″ x 5″. The people are approximately 1 & 1/4″- 1 & 1/2″ tall. I do have much smaller mushrooms to replace the “large” red ones, but the tiny ones need a coat of glaze to dry before I put them in a moist environment. The “large” rock was found by my granddaughter and added to the scene. Smaller stones are semi-precious. The bright sun washed out the green in these photos; it is much more green and verdant than it appears.
It’s the little things that keep me going.
Saint Dwynwen is the patron (matron?) saint of lovers and relationships; interesting legends and stories are associated with her. January 25th is the Welsh “Valentine’s Day.” I posted a “Happy St. Dwynwen’s Day” message on Facebook, and a friend asked if I would put it here, so here it is. Check out the Wikipedia link on her: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St._Dwynwen%27s_Day
Her stories remind us of the mutuality of love, and the pain when love is not reciprocated. Another version of her story can be found in the book Praying with Celtic Holy Women, by Mehan and Oliver.
Before going to sleep tonight, take a few moments to close your eyes, and with your imagination, encircle those close to you with warmth and love. If you are seeking a relationship, feel your heart open as you appreciate the goodness and love you already have in your life. And pay attention to your dreams.
(The above post was formerly published here in 2010.)
For those of you who knew the cat Minnie (Mini), she died this morning. Thank you to those who helped me take her to the vet over the past few weeks. She will be missed.
In honor of Adrienne Rich.
Wisdom is knowing, understanding, and learning during the short time remaining to us.
No one ever told us we had to study our lives,
make of our lives a study, as if learning natural history
or music, that we should begin
with the simple exercises first
and slowly go on trying
the hard ones, practicing till strength
and accuracy became one with the daring
to leap into transcendence, take the chance
of breaking down the wild arpeggio
or faulting the full sentence of the fugue.
–And in fact we can’t live like that: we take on
everything at once before we’ve even begun
to read or mark time, we’re forced to begin
in the midst of the hard movement,
the one already sounding as we are born.
Thanks to The American Poetry Review for this photo.