together

Being together always means a connection. There are endless ways of being together. An endless possibilities of relationships. Together for me means being with my family now, being with my son. Loving him, endlessly loving him. Sometimes I feel like every day of being with him is a lesson. He teaches me to love, to cherish, live in the moment,  kindness and patience.
His transition from spirit, to water baby, to infant, to 8 months now. Together.
To be together, to be light, to shine...
Thank you Elliot!

Everywhere and Nowhere

There are still places which are hardly visible on the maps, with very small population, green and natural, nearly and still forgotten. Places like everywhere and nowhere. Where smart and I brain, I heart and all I technologies hardly or at all exist in everyday life. Where children grow wise and happy in the nature. Where we watch beautiful sunrises, listening to the geese and passing dear on the walk in the woods. Those places are slowly disappearing. Some people call that process a progress. We are lucky to still live in one of those places in the middle of everywhere and nowhere. 

Little people

Babies, little people with enormous hearts filled with love, so much love. They look into our eyes. They love touch, cuddles, smiles and laugh. They love playing. They always live in the present moment, always in the present tense.
When and how we big people, proudly called ourselves adults lost it?
When and how that transition happens?
They love eye contact, they love touch...
When the fear comes?

New story

My life in the past six months has been full of moments filled with love, love, love, laughter and exhaustion. Summer walked away and preparing to the second winter in Highlands. Nothing is the same. New perception, new story has began since Elliot is with us. Motherhood opens. 
Sometimes I look at my paintings and see past. Elliot is the most beautiful gift which I could ever receive. Elliot is love, joy and kindness. My son, my teacher, my baby. I have never thought that I can love so much.

My journey

Drift wood, rain and open fire on the beach, fields of pebbles, red and white cloves, black birds. This is my journey now. I am collecting inspirations to start again one day...

Photos by Scott Spalding

The secret garden

Summer. Poyntzfield herb nursery.

the Mother

Hello beautiful souls. It has been a while since last time I posted. My perception of time completely has changed since Elliot's arrival.
My gratitude list:
Elliot
my paintings in The Mother Magazine
summer in the Highlands
women support
herbs from Mrs Nicholson
flowers
sound of rain tapping on the window

Have a great summer!