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Each image is infused with loving notions of what it means for someone who thirsts to be quenched. We are quenched not only by water. We are quenched by beauty. We are quenched by being held. We are quenched by being seen ....  Float Listen ~ 4 -1/2 minutes The idea for this series of scarves, came from a desire to take beautiful images, captured in photographs, and create something that wasn't simply a still image to be hung on a wall, but something beautiful that could be carried, worn into the world .... These particular images were chosen because I was looking for images that worked both to be hung in a way that was maybe different than a framed photograph, hung to catch movement of air, but also, if worn, maintained the sense of what it was. I had previously printed a beautiful image on silk that did in fact, when hung, catch the movement of air and was quite striking. But if it were to be worn you would lose the image itself .... And so the series Ikoi. Ikoi is a Japanese word that in a basic level means to quench ....  Drift Each of the 4 also carries its own particular way of holding the notion of that quenching watery image ~ Refresh, Drift, Ripple, Float .... .... These images are photographs taken of petals and leaves where they had fallen on water. I did not place those petals and leaves there, it was simply where they had fallen .... And in capturing in that way that which was ultimately a moment in, you could say a dying. And to acknowledge the beauty of that leaf or petal as it was captured and held by the water. A sense of Peace. A sense of even Compassion .... ....  Refresh Each image is infused with these loving notions of what it means for someone who thirsts to be quenched. We are quenched not only by water. We are quenched by beauty. We are quenched by being held. We are quenched by being seen .... This springs a kind of healing.  Ripple And so each scarf is infused with this healing energy .... And they can hang on the wall and you can see them. And you can wrap it around yourself and feel the beauty of the silk, the warmth of it, the airiness, the softness. And carry that image, carry that sense, carry that healing with you into the world, into your day .... .... Ikoi. Quench. Beauty. This is what I was trying to create with this series .... ~
A limited number of scarves are available for purchase. 100% Silk Georgette. 65 x 16.5 inches [165 x 42 cm] The pictured hanging is half the length of the full scarf (It's hung from the centre to create two layers) I have not been able to source the pictured hanger. The hanger is not included. (If anyone has a tip on these, let me know.) Each one is $185. Please message me to purchase.
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 Autumn has me considering what it means to be grounded. As leaves fall, they become, quite literally, grounded, on the Earth. And, if left to their natural cycle, of the Earth, part of the soil. In order for that to happen, they have to have been released, let go. This is the part that draws me to wonder, in both senses of that word. Curiosity and awe. When I speak of being grounded myself, when I turn my energy to this, how do I mean that? Being grounded connects me to this world. It allows me to be present. Often I do this through visualizing a deep connection to Mother Earth such as through a cord or a root. I cycle my energy through Earth, releasing anything whose task is finished for the season, trusting the continuing cycle. I also feel the deep connection, as if some part of my being rises from the Mother. This is part of the awe. Another wondering is about the release. Not so much about those energies I release, but about myself. Like what in Buddhism is called non-attachment, which is not just about stuff, but even how we perceive ourselves, our self identity if you will. When I am truly grounded, I can trust I have a place here beyond who I see myself as in my identities as mother, lover, friend, child, minister, writer or whatever. At least that is the work, the goal. And in trusting I can let go. In letting go I can land. In landing I can settle and know myself held here as I become part of the soil. In other words grounded. ~
Centred on evocative and deeply healing guided meditations, Kimiko holds Virtual Healing Circles Monday mornings at 9 a.m. and Thursday evenings at 7 p.m. pacific. Please join us. Learn more at the Good Vibrations: the Energy of Resilience facebook page, check out the Healing link on this site or drop her a note by e-mail. The solid and ethereal dead Oak Trees of Buttertub Marsh lay bare their teachings.  Buttertubs Marsh Listen ~ 9 minutes I'm having a slow morning. Feeling contemplative, reflective. Wondering where things are going. By that I mean everything, my life .... I've been thinking about those Oak Trees we saw on our walk. The dead ones. They were so beautiful. And I feel like they have stories to tell, things to teach me. They were so solid. And surrounded by all of the green trees. And yet there was something Eternal about them, stripped of of all greenery. Stark. Bare .... .... There was something .... Almost, huh, ethereal about them. And I wonder how can something be both solid and ethereal? And yet.... And yet .... Life is so interesting, of course it is, that almost sounds trite and mundane. But it’s so true. Even with those trees, we think of trees that die in the forest, when we see them and they are decomposing, creating fertile soil for new growth. These trees don’t seem to be doing that. You almost expect to look at them and see a buzzard sitting on one of the bare branches that continues to reach to the sky. They’re like ghosts. Majestic ghosts. Continuing to hold their place. I wonder, what is the lesson in that for me today? That even in these moments of unsurety, when I myself feel a bit like a ghost, a bit not-quite-here, between two worlds....that I am here holding my place, still me. Even in those moments where I feel stripped bare, still me. Even surrounded by greenery, still me. But there’s something more than that, something deeper, something about rootedness. Something about solidness. Something about waiting for the moment. Maybe the thing is that we expect, or I expect, things to happen in a certain time. This happens and then the next thing will follow and then the next. And that isn’t how life works. Nothing, or very little, about my life, has fallen into any kind of pattern that I would have considered to be a pattern when I looked forward on my life, none of the patterns that I was taught as a child. Those oak trees have lost their capacity to spread leaves out and gather the sun. But their roots are strong. I wonder if they’re still there connected to the network below the ground? If they still hold the wisdom, the knowledge, to share with the trees around them? They still provide, I am quite certain, some kind of shelter, some kind of food for insects. And maybe birds. Maybe other creatures as well. I look and I see a dead tree. It seems to reduce them. Yeah, simply to reduce them. They are Oak Trees. Beautiful and mighty. Hm. And maybe it is just to acknowledge that. Maybe they aren’t there to teach ME anything. I’m probably of no consequence to them, quite honestly. But I can admire them. I can ponder. They have given me food for thought. And of that I am grateful.... on this quiet morning of contemplation in the rain. ~
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