While water laden heavens deeply inhale before releasing its impending torrential siege -- the world is heavy ...and still. Every sound suspended within the frosty morning air.
The sky sags, a hushed, grey canopy stitched together with misty vapors and trapped light. Whisper-fine rain begins to swirl within the sudden gusts of wind -- the opening show for the enormous drops that follow -
Angels falling slowly at first, perfect, orphaned, drifting, falling, lonely through the grey skirts of the December sky.
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some of my favorite things...
The Paris Opera House
Books, Lovely Books
Books Currently On My Nightstand Patina Style by Brooke & Steve Giannetti Azamir by Tom Gamble French Essence by Vicki Archer
Angels on Earth
The Ballerinas of Degas
Timeworn Garden Elements
Antique French Tapestry
Living Room at La Quinta home of Diandra de Morrell Douglas as seen in the book, "Santa Barbara Living" by Dian Dorrans Saeks, featured on the Blog: Katiedid. Photo by Lisa Romerein
The World of Michael Trapp
John Saladino Estate via "Santa Barbara Living" by Dian Dorrans Saeks
"The sunlight flickers through the trees and I am mesmerized every day. The bouquet of sea salt and eucalyptus that captivated me when I was sixteen is still here. In Montecito, I've been able to express my deepest dreams. Here I feel my best." --John Salandino Photography by Lisa Romerein
The wind gently rustles the leaves of the boungainvillea outside my window. A single leaf spirals towards the cool ground. It begins a dance with a gust of sea air and scratches across the sidewalk until landing silently on the soft lawn. A lone black bird caws loudly. A dog barks up the street while the dryer thrums its low song -- the heart beats of the day.
The first day as a mother changed me forever. My heart grew to the point it might shatter into a million stars the moment I saw the face of my son. Because of this new capacity for so much love, I simply never saw the world or anything in it the same again - It was oh, so much better, so much richer, than I can ever put into words.
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