Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Domesticity

So I am as much a Hearth and Home Goddess, as I am a Warrior, Art and Love one. :-)

Sorry I have been scarce around these parts. The last 2 months have been very busy in sifting through and reinventing large aspects of my Journey. :-)

I moved into an apartment share back in mid September, and pretty immediately knew that it twas not for me.

I have since procured an absolutely beautifull apartment of my own- just 1 1/2 blocks away-, that I am moving into on Solar Samhain. Happy New Year indeed. :-)

I am hand sewing and embroidering napkins, dish towels and such for the new place. As well as decorating from a far. The apartment is in a Victorian limestone brownstone. Complete with 2 original fire places(they don't work-but the mantel pieces are Stunning). One in the Bedroom, the other in the living room(hearth magic! Woo hoo!!). The original claw foot tub is still there. As is the original stained glass in the living room windows, over looking a very large Sycamore tree. :-)

I have been making a fair amount of new things. Mostly fly agaric related via sewing. I will post piccies soon. ish. ;-)

My current apartment is filled with delicious fall baking smells. As I've just pulled my first home made batch of granola out of the oven. And I decided to go with an Indian kheer overtone, adding in freshly ground cardamon and organic rose hydrosol to the mix(I'm writing a some what Decadent cookbook on cooking with edible organic flowers). I'll let you all know how it turns out, and if it's book worthy!

Happy Fall Everyone!

Brightest Blessings,
xx
Ayanna*♥

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Courage, My Loves.....

"Hands" - by Jewel

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be, we're all okay
And not to worry
'Cause worry is wasteful and useless
In times like these

I won't be made useless
Won't be idle with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
For light does the darkness most fear


My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken

Poverty stole your golden shoes
But it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
But I knew it wasn't ever after

We'll fight, not out of spite
For someone must stand up for what's right
'Cause where there's a man who has no voice
There ours shall go singing

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken

In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters

I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray
I will get down on my knees, and I will pray

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken

My hands are small I know
But they're not yours, they are my own
But they're not yours, they are my own
and I am never broken
We are never broken

We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes


Friday, October 3, 2008

Gothish Mornings :-)

Ok. I realise I'm posting at night, about my morning..well la de dee! Who cares! ;-P

One of my favorite 'get my mornings going' activities ('specially if I'm out of any kinda sorts..) is to pop in the 'Nightmare before Xmas' soundtrack first thing in the morning, post meditation.

In that vain, here's some silly Goodness from Yours Truly. Some to be found in my shop :

Here's Brown Jack The Pumpkin King, which you can purchase here :

Next up is Ghastly Ghoul Silly Friend, which you can purchase here :


And last, but certainly not least, Smiling Friend, who's already found a home as part of a trade with the Lovely Mrs. B. for some Organic Blueberry Mead! Yum yum!