Tuesday, April 26, 2016

Quiet In The Roses


"Come not the earliest petal here,

but only 
Wind, cloud, and star,
Lovely and far, 
Make it less lonely.

Few are the feet that seek her here,
but sleeping
Thoughts sweet as flowers
Linger for hours,
Things winged, yet weeping.

Here in the immortal empire of 
the grasses,
Time, like one wrong
Note in a song,
with their bloom, passes."

Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickethall

 In the soft rain I meander through the roses that are overflowing with blooms.  I think there are at least a hundred blooms right now.  I have picked approximately 30 to place about the cottage.  The English roses have very short stems so I placed them in a large french bowl.  They are the palest of pink and continue to fade after being picked.  Queen Of Sweden, Scepter'd Isle and St. Cecilia are their names.  

I am finding Quiet in the roses...

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Photography- Kerrie Sanderson Seawashed

Thursday, April 14, 2016

Amidst The Flowers

"And each flower and herb on Earth's dark breast rose from the dreams of its wintry rest."
-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Our English Roses have quietly blossomed in the warming of Springs earth. The petals are so delicate with the palest blush of pink. There truly is nothing quite like homegrown roses.  Their sweet  fragrance rests about us. 

The mornings and evenings are lovely hours to be in the garden. We are planting a white wildflower and herb garden in our raised beds. I have been reading ~Virginia Woolf's Garden~ all Winter and am inspired to grow flowers. I received the book as a gift from the ever so beautiful Cabbages And Roses. The book has become my favorite Gardening book with Virginia's poetry throughout. You can visit my Instagram to see more of our gardens. 

I look forward to getting lost in the days and hours of Summer amidst the flowers with palette and brushes in hand.  May the gentle beauty of these Spring days fill your soul with fragrance. 

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Sunday, March 13, 2016

Gazes On Beauty

"He who witnesses your splendor
can never describe it.
On achieving their desired end
Human powers cease to function,
And the soul sees that what it thought was
right was wrong.
A new exchange occurs
At that point where all light disappears;
A new and unsought state is needed:
The soul has what it did not love,
And is stripped of all it possessed,
no matter how dear...
The soul, made new again,
marveling to find itself
In that immensity, drowns.
How this comes about it does not know.
It is within and sees no exit;
It no longer knows how to think of itself
Or to speak of the wondrous change.
It knows only that it finds itself
Clothed in new garments.
It ventures forth
Onto a sea without a shore
And gazes on Beauty."

 Jacopone da Todi 1306 

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Monday, February 22, 2016

Sea Psalms

a psalm is a sacred song, hymn or poem

A whisper of the sea...a psalm of the Pacific 

Sea Psalms

I have been quietly busy in my studio creating tiny pieces of Seawashed art.  The cold, grey days of Winter's sea inspire me.  I created these whitewashed canvases with vintage sea prints, pearl shells, seawashed yarn, tattered cotton cloth and poetic words.

sea maiden * the waters of the sea * meditate * waves of the ocean * contemplate * with wakened heart * sea to sea * morning song * peace in the waters

Now in my etsy shop

Bella and I have been walking on the dirt path along Laguna Creek picking wildflowers, breathing in the sweet scent of blossoms, listening to bird song and the gentle breeze moving through the trees.  It is so pleasant...so calm.  I hope you are finding beauty in these days. 

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Monday, February 15, 2016

Whispers Of Tranquility

"a secret freedom opens through a crevice you can barely see."

I lay down on the barren shore and purest waters wash over me.  My long hair tangled in the seaweed like a mermaid.  A whisper of a psalm drifts through the air.

a silent soul
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Photography & words by
Kerrie Sanderson Seawashed

Monday, February 1, 2016

Driftwood And Seashell Art

"Gather a shell from the strown beach and listen at its lips."
~Dante Gabriel Rossetti

"Her fingers moved among barnacles and mussels, blue-black sharp edged...surrounded by bouquets of stinging anemones and purple bursts of spiny sea urchins." 
~Janet Finch 'White Oleander'

A piece of driftwood found on the Northern California Coast hangs from white tattered cloth with oyster shells dangling from soft whispers of yarn.  

Handmade- washed by the sea
By artist Kerrie Sanderson

The solace of coastal fog resting on the hem of the sea.  The empty shore disappearing into mist.  The roar of waves enfolding.  Hidden on the silent shores where I gather treasure.

and with the treasure gathered I am creating 
Seawashed Art 
Sea Chimes are now in my

"The sand of the seashore, the drops of rain, the days of eternity;  who can number these?  Heaven's height, earth's breadth, the depths of the ocean;  who can explore these?" -Sirach 1

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Wednesday, January 20, 2016

The Pacific Seashore

"Let me rest in your will and be silent."
~Thomas Merton

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Photography- Kerrie Sanderson
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