natural resource

walking into unikat ein laden is spellbinding;
the craft work is exquisite, and there is an air
of joy- a charm and levity and care that makes
each item in the store seem as though you will surely
need it (or one just like it) in the very near future.

fruit & vegetables: weimar farmer's market

photos: vt


home vdj


liane has a lyrical touch- her choices are tasteful and well-made and
never ever over-the-top; i ordered a small pillow from her a bit ago,
and when it arrived it smelled like forest and heaven all at one time.

the photos are of things in her shop, and i would happily send off for
all of them- so, instead of splurging, i thought i'd share my list with
you, thinking you'd want to see yourself. enhabiten, via remodelista.

thank you, liane.
all photos: enhabiten

the warmth of the fireplace, walnuts, the smoke from birch wood

In spite of its name, oakmoss is not a moss but a lichen, growing on the bark of deciduous and coniferous trees. It was used in perfumery as early as the 16th century. Baskets filled with it have been found in the ancient royal tombs of Egypt / [with] the special odour notes associated with the warmth of the fireplace, walnuts, the smoke from birch wood / oakmoss is used in countless perfumes of the fougère and chypre type; it is evident in the dry-out notes of the marvellous Kouros [Yves Saint Laurent 1981].

photos: vt


A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

the whole of mr. lawrence's poem (from the last post):

anne and grace


I do not at all understand the mystery of grace- only that it meets us where we are but does not leave us where it found us...

I don't know why life isn't constructed to be seamless and safe, why we make such glaring mistakes, things fall so short of our expectations... I don't know why it's not more like it is in the movies, why things don't come out neatly and lessons can't be learned when you're in the mood for learning them, why love and grace often come in such motley packaging. But I was reminded of the lines of D. H. Lawrence that are taped to the wall of my office:

photos: vt