Dear Euphoria -is a band whose name and music I simply love. Past week my little home has been filled with it, euphoria, because one dream that I dreamed a long time ago is coming true. It is almost funny how a dream can at the very same moment take ones breath away with both fearAND excitement. I will tell You more about it when the time comes, but it will take a while until everything is hopefully ready. In the meanwhile I will post about the music that sometimes breaks the silence and inspires :) Saara

Dear Euphoria -is a band whose name and music I simply love.

Past week my little home has been filled with it, euphoria, because one dream that I dreamed a long time ago is coming true. It is almost funny how a dream can at the very same moment take ones breath away with both fearAND excitement. I will tell You more about it when the time comes, but it will take a while until everything is hopefully ready. In the meanwhile I will post about the music that sometimes breaks the silence and inspires :)

Saara

Mothers Day and Planting Things

Sunday was a Mothers Day here in Finland.

We greated it with a sunny sky and bike rides. Me and my brother suprised Mum with two presents. When I cyckled through a forest I saw some boys gathering wood anemones for their mothers. What a sweet day it was!

Saturday was a Planting Herbs Day.

Two beautiful friends came for a visit bringging happiness and pots with them. I had planned on planting seeds but end up buying sprouts instead. We layed newspapers on the floor and talked. Two of us had soil covering our fingers and one read my art book laying on the bead. They made my little home feel like summerhouse.

Two afternoons. Two photographs. Two sweet memories.

Hello May My Friend

This morning I heard good good news and suddenly gloomy day had turned into a blossoming spring.

It’s funny how couple of words can turn the day upside down. Like little bit of sunshine can turn a forrest into a garden. The rhyme of the day can change and ones feet start to dance. Buds of flowers burst open. It takes a little pain but it is so worth it.

Month of May is here and I’m wildly smiling!

Get Rythm by Johnny Cash on Grooveshark

On Sunday morning I made a spring wreath for my wall and today ate the very first ice cream of this spring while walking by the river with two charming girls. Sun is here to stay.

On Sunday morning I made a spring wreath for my wall and today ate the very first ice cream of this spring while walking by the river with two charming girls.

Sun is here to stay.

Easter weekend is here with snowflakes and chilly weather. Yellow flowers on the kitchen table make me feel more springlike than the view outside my window. But luckily Easter is not about the weather. In 1938… I was suffering from splitting headaches; each sound hurt me like a blow… I discovered the poem… called “Love” (by George Herbert) which I learnt by heart. Often, at the culminating point of a violent headache, I made myself say it over, concentrating all my attention upon it and clinging with all my soul to the tenderness it enshrines. I used to think I was merely reciting it as a beautiful poem, but without my knowing it the recitation had the virtue of a prayer. It was during one of these recitations that Christ himself came down and took possession of me. In my arguments about the insolubility of the problem of God I had never foreseen the possibility of that, of a real contact, person to person, between human being and God. Simone Weil, Waiting for God May your weekend be blessed and joyful, Saara

Easter weekend is here with snowflakes and chilly weather. Yellow flowers on the kitchen table make me feel more springlike than the view outside my window. But luckily Easter is not about the weather.

In 1938… I was suffering from splitting headaches; each sound hurt me like a blow… I discovered the poem… called “Love” (by George Herbert) which I learnt by heart. Often, at the culminating point of a violent headache, I made myself say it over, concentrating all my attention upon it and clinging with all my soul to the tenderness it enshrines. I used to think I was merely reciting it as a beautiful poem, but without my knowing it the recitation had the virtue of a prayer. It was during one of these recitations that Christ himself came down and took possession of me. In my arguments about the insolubility of the problem of God I had never foreseen the possibility of that, of a real contact, person to person, between human being and God.

Simone Weil, Waiting for God

May your weekend be blessed and joyful,

Saara

Today I started on an ink drawing walked under sun ate lunch with a friend bought flowers. Going to have an email evening. But now sending sunlight to your afternoon from breezy Finland. Brand New Start by Little Joy on Grooveshark

Today I

started on an ink drawing

walked under sun

ate lunch with a friend

bought flowers.

Going to have an email evening. But now sending sunlight to your afternoon from breezy Finland.

Brand New Start by Little Joy on Grooveshark

The New Artisans

I seem to have always a book of the week or month that I’m constantly talking about to my friends and family. This time I’m going to share it with You too, it’s just way too captivating to be kept as a secret!

I’ll first read text on the back cover for you…

The New Artisans

Profiling over seventy artisans who use craft techniques to create stylish, whimsical, desirable objects, this book features hundreds of one-of-a-kind, handmade wonders from all over the world.

It’s even more amazingly beautiful than that text promises. I’m in love.

By the window to the woods where the deer and creatures play.

There is a girl -a dreamer of dreams with a sore heart.

She lives there among her books and tea and a measure of heartbreak.

Loving illustration, pretty things and falling asleep far, far into the night.

(Source: jardarber)

Safe & Sound

This song is my most recent discovery that I couldn’t just keep to myself.

(Somehow I usually find melodies to be more of an inspiration for paintings than visual things… I haven’t figured out why that is but this time it was the combination of music and misty moorlands that caught my attention. I hope it moves you too!)

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