Love Notes

Thinking back, I wonder how I could 
have ever doubted your love for me...

On Pleasure

For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,
And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,
And to both, bee and flower, the giving and
the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

~ Kahlil Gibran


Photo: Rick Wilson

To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wildflower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour.

~ William Blake

Magic Is Afoot

Are unicorns real, Mama? With all seriousness, Hope searches my face for the truth to this question. Not wanting to break her heart (she loves unicorns!), I answer as honestly as possible, Well, Ive never seen a unicorn, so I dont really know...

I do know that magic exists in the everyday moments of our lives, especially in the beautiful faces of young children. Magic in the form of hugs, laughter, and genuine sweetness.

The most precious moment yesterday though was when Hope blew out her candles. She wished aloud, To always have good friends and for us to be kind to each other.

I See Colours

“I See Colours of the Sky” by Hope Arden, watercolour on paper towel
My four-year-old daughter asked recently, “Am I a real artist?” To which I thoughtfully replied, “Yes, yes you are.” Picasso once said, “Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once [s]he grows up. As adults we often feel uninspired. As though all creativity has left us, but that is never true. Creativity is just a breath away. We need only be still for it to arise. The key is to get out of your head and let your heart guide you.

Lilacs in May

“‘Beauty is truth, truth beauty,’that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.”

John Keats

Nothing Is Real

Sometimes I wake up with a song running around my mind like a mantra. This morning I woke up with The Beatles’ “Strawberry Fields Forever” in my head. Ben Harper does a cool cover of that song, which I’ve included for your listening pleasure. Enjoy!

Living is easy with eyes closed,
misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone,
but it all works out;
it doesn’t matter much to me.

Let me take you down,
’cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real,
and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.

(partial lyrics)