hi lovely readers:)
i can't believe it's already the last week of march 2019!!!
monday = april 1st💕💕💕
this date have been life changing for me many times (no it's not a joke😂)
my first major change was years ago when i moved to new york to start college on april 1st,
another major one when i moved to london on this specific day to continue freelancing as a stylist.
in between this i too moved home to sweden on an april 1st after having worked 6 years at the new york times magazine.
this april 1st though,
i feel like it will be another type of a change,
some sort of shift rather from within than me physically moving.
i am starting to find me, to be a tiny bit still with me.
this whole year so far
i have been working on changing my daily habits,
slowly slowly
and i am ready for a glorious april my dear readers:)))
i so hope that i am to show up for myself.
i created a post back in 2015, i just found it now looking for something else. i have not read it completely through since it's too hurtful. i can't believe i actually shared this much.
i created a post back in 2015, i just found it now looking for something else. i have not read it completely through since it's too hurtful. i can't believe i actually shared this much.
excitement for spring
to feel the freedom of kindness rays from the sun,
and such wonderful happenings = wonders right now
&
soon we are to devour the most magic of cherry blossoms:)
the cherry blossom girl was actually my first self-portrait project/ series i ever created, it was the spring of 2014. i scouted 13 spots around east dulwich and dulwich village and brought 17 or so dresses. here are a couple of images from that time:) i did all shoots over the course of one week or so.
this park was my neighbour until 2016
peckham rye park
this location is right outside dulwich park
so dulwich village
my dear aunt gave me this little card of a guardian angel protecting a child
so beautiful i just had to play with it and added some leaves and fabric
end of march 2019 in epping🌸
3 dresses that has been part of my work
left to right:
the cherry blossom girl
the candy cake witch
and
please dear god in the heavens; have mercy upon my soul! the angel cried.
all three created in 2014🌸🌸🌸
i wanted to end this blog post with a couple of poems i adore by the late poet mary oliver. as i mentioned before, my own poetry (and why i started writing it) is hugely inspired by her body of work.
who made the world?
who made the swan, and the black bear?
who made the grasshopper?
this grasshopper - i mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating the sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
i don't know exactly what a prayer is.
i do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what i have been doing all day.
tell me, what else should i have done?
doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
- the summer day
did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air-
an armfull of white blossoms,
a perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
biting the air with its black beak?
did you hear it, fluting and whistling
a shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
knifing down the black ledges?
and did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
a white cross streaming across the sky, its feet
like black leaves, its wings like the stretching light of the river?
and did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
and have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
and have you changed your life?
- the swan
i know, you never intended to be in this world.
but you're in it all the same.
so why not get started immediately.
i mean, belonging to it.
there is so much to admire, to weep over.
and to write music or poems about.
bless the feet that take you to and fro.
bless the eyes and the listening ears.
bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
bless touching.
you live a hundred years, it's happened.
or not.
i am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, i think, i ever wasted.
do you need a prod?
do you need a little darkness to get you going?
let me be urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of keats,
so single of purpose and thinking,
for a while,
he had a lifetime.
but you're in it all the same.
so why not get started immediately.
i mean, belonging to it.
there is so much to admire, to weep over.
and to write music or poems about.
bless the feet that take you to and fro.
bless the eyes and the listening ears.
bless the tongue, the marvel of taste.
bless touching.
you live a hundred years, it's happened.
or not.
i am speaking from the fortunate platform
of many years,
none of which, i think, i ever wasted.
do you need a prod?
do you need a little darkness to get you going?
let me be urgent as a knife, then,
and remind you of keats,
so single of purpose and thinking,
for a while,
he had a lifetime.
if you find her as inspirational as me,
a while back.
faith hope love
see you next week:)
alice saga
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