Felicitations! I'm sending you this auspicious note because we've exchanged e-letters or smiles, and I want to stay in touch. Plus, it's fairly cute, you're invited to my art opening August 5, and there are sweet ice cream recipes at the bottom. But, If it's not your thing, you can unsubscribe via the link below (we can still be friends). - xo ali
“Do not wait for life. Do not long for it. Be aware, always and at every moment, that the miracle is in the here and now.” – Marcel Proust
The waves of summer’s happenings are going swimmingly here at HQ, where everyday is a 5 star day, the studio feels like a spa, and co-conspirator rhymes with coconuts. We’ve been chillaxin to the max and loving every lush, dreamy moment under the clear blue sky of infinite possibility. It’s a sweet place to dwell, there.
Life is a feast of ‘nows’ which we’ve been savoring with the current flow of “smile, breathe, go slowly.”
Like a moving prayer, our lives are fulfilled by the miracles of the momentous present’s infinite pulse – where “we dwell,” as Hareesh Wallis said, “in the wonder of not knowing” - and what ripples outward from there is a sweetness undeterred.
Just like honey, allowing things to be as they are and honoring the altar of your heart opens this mellifluous flow into the irresistibly sensuous human experience. Whitman said it best in the opening lines of Leaves of Grass: “…re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.”
Writ in the cosmic imprint of your cellular matter is the syntax of the burning star from which you were cut. Those shining sparkles of stardust tune in concert with the interconnected language of grace speaking through the sensuous world, beckoning you to run through the sprinkler of joy that’s turned on all around you.
Come celebrate art cast in the spell of summer on A Haute August Night at 15th Street Coffee'sFirst Friday Soiree in Boulder’s Design District (details below). Let the nectars of summer flow; let there be loveliness. I hope to see you, your friends and that sparkle in your eye.