Thursday, March 29

Inspired: Muses

Gahh check out these beautiful ladies so inspiring

Monday, March 19

Insides: Bedrooms

I'm really missing China today! We use to have a really cool sliding window door that took up a wall in the living room as well as one of our bedrooms. It totally reminds me of the first picture. Of course on a college student budget it wasn't as nice. I'll have to post some picture of our apartment in Beijing. It had some serious potential. 

Tuesday, March 6

Good Stuff: Ram Dass

If you haven't heard of the Remember, be here now it's too late...I just told you about it! Get this book, its amazing. Here a few pages of the book so you know what your getting yourself into:

Love Ram Dass<3 

Sunday, March 4

Insides: Sacred Space

Ivor Prickett
Federico “Fede” Saenz Recio apartment via freundevonfreunden
Dream Collective via Instagram
Prayer beads hang on the temple wall at Puna Hongwanji via Volcano Teapot
Robert Harding Pictures
via Free People
Heather Askinosie via Instagram
Alli Shafer via Visions of Grace
Alexandra Valenti's House via FP
Aya Padrón via Flickr
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Good Stuff: Women Who Run With the Wolves

La Loba

There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows in their souls but few have ever seen. As in the fairy tales of Eastern Europe, she seems to wait for lost or wandering people and seekers to come to her place.
She is circumspect, often hairy, always fat, and especially wishes to evade most company. She is both a crower and a cackler, generally having more animals sounds than human ones.

I might say she lives among the rotten granite slopes in Tarahumara Indian territory. Or that she is buried outside Phoenix near a well. Perhaps she will be seen traveling south to Monte Alban in a burnt-out car with the back window shot out. Or maybe she will be spotted standing buy the highway near El Paso, or riding shotgun with truckers to Morelia, Mexico, or walking to market above Oaxaca with strangely formed boughs of firewood on her back. She calls herself names: La Huesera, Bone Woman, La Trapera, The Gather, and La Loba, Wolf Woman.

The sole work of La Lobas is the collecting of bones. She collects and preserves especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her speciality is wolves.

She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montanas, mountains, and arroyos, dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.

And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it and signs out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more, and more of the creature comes into being; it tail curls upward, shaggy and strong. 

And La Loba sings more an the wolf creature begins to breathe. And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf opens its eyes , leaps up, and runs away down the canyon. Somewhere  in its running, whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a  ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.

So remember, if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for La Loba may take a liking to you and show you something– something of the soul. 

-Excerpt from Women Who Run With the Wolves. Painting by australiavisions.