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In the Flow

The planning part has been like an eddy on a rolling creek.  Any real coordinating of our Bohemian wedding (yes, I am marrying a true Czech) has been pooling in a swirl on the sidelines for months.  Not stagnant, but paused in a rest from the wedding current flow.

courtesy of Mathias Erhart

This Labor Day weekend, our labor of love involved the shifting of some rocks and twigs along the creek bed. And with a gush of fresh infusion, step number one in the wedding planning protocol was executed. We sent out the official “Save the Date” communication to the small group we hope will join us in our celebration.

After lingering just outside the creek’s causeway for so long, it felt surprisingly good to surge into the main stream. Like crossing a ‘t’ or dotting an ‘i’, our formal announcement punctuated our plan in forward motion. Buoyed it in effervescent bubbles. Or something like that.

The Bohemian often likes to say, “It’s all about timing.” I quite agree. And for us, our time in the wedding planning eddy has been perfect. And now, this new time, in the momentum of movement – it too, feels just right.

May we flow with ease right up to that special date

and through all the years beyond…

 

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Orchid Portal

On the heels of the full, blue moon, our orchid blooms.

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I know why O’Keefe was enchanted…

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What a Guy Could Do…

“Well, you know…what a guy could do…”

That’s my dad’s voice coming from some Sunday shaded chair on his front deck. The breeze blows the wind chimes and his voice lilts with tones of expansive potential. Creation: Stage One. The inspiration, the brainstorm, the imaginings. The spark of fire it takes to ignite anything that will have its becoming.

I love it when he talks like this. When anyone does, really. When any of us start to stretch our vision to new places. When an idea takes hold and begins to unfurl to scapes unknown and boundless.

I recently learned about a place in Southern France that started as one such vision for a postman named Ferninand Cheval. He was not an architect or a builder but he created a phenomenal structure that he would call “Le Palais idéal” (the “Ideal Palace”) in Hauterives.

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The story goes that the idea struck him when he tripped on a stone. After that toe-stubbing moment, it was 33 years and a wheelbarrow.

His creations are incredible. Some would categorize his work as “naive art architecture,” meaning, it was created without any formal training or refined technique.

Maybe for dreams as inspired as Cheval’s, one needs to be a bit naive. Forget the naysayers. He built a palace one stone at a time.

You know…what a guy (or gal) could do…

courtesy of Lisa Thatcher