the nature mandala



The overload of perennials growing tall all around our home has led to a lot of gathering.  I have no rules whatsoever on what can be plucked, bouqeted, displayed, or sniffed.  There is just too much space to be weeded and tended, and I am just too big and awkward to mind, and frankly, this year I threw in the towel and am just on complete observation mode.  So, we hunt down the prettiest of colors, gather them by the basketful, and emulate a beautiful art form I learned from reading about THIS artists travels and workshops.  It is so impossibly relaxing and also quite addicting.  The children find it to be thrilling beyond words and I hear it’s catching on in their own homes now too…


The nature mandala.  Something to behold.  An effort of one or of the masses.  

And these four….  I love watching them create together, no matter the media preference of the moment.  They are quite the team.  

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The requests always come moments after supper when the bedtime waltz has already begun, or upon the suns firsts rays when I am still peeling my slumbering eyes open, or my personal favorite- when we are about to pack up and head out the door for grocery shopping or some other much planned out errand.  The ideas are always involved, asked with a breathless excitement, and inevitably involve a large clean up process.

And when an idea strikes me, I give myself the same treatment.  When my mind begins racing with an idea to create, the answer is almost always yes.  I envision a freshly baked plate of crisp golden muffins topped with powdered sugar, I dream about the rows needed to tend to on my latest knitting project, I keep my camera slung around my neck at all times, and of course, as an adult, I don’t hesitate.  I push aside less interesting tasks (laundry, dishes, picking up the tiny pieces of paper Rowan that peeled off the pastels… again) without batting an eye and get right to it.  And with this in mind, I try- to the very best of my ability- to give my children this same freedom.

Putting your soul out there into the world is not a want in life, but without a doubt a need.  With little to no instruction and lots of simple supplies available, the messes are so grand but the outcomes are even more staggering.  We are born with it.  Watching my husband trudge through years of school work with out much time to put his heart into something creative proved to me this void can be dangerous.  Just a few weekends of time left over under his belt, gives him the most powerful sigh of contentment, we can all see it.  Be it constructing, deconstructing, poetry, fiber, a patch of tended earth, or anything else, the world is waiting for you to leave your mark.

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What have you been dreaming up?