Welcome to Everyday Eden! It's a WEBSITE. It's a BLOG. It's an ART GALLERY. It's a place to run away when you need to reboot your being. Here' s what I wrote when I launched in January 2014:
Welcome to Everyday Eden! And no, I will not be posting every day. Part of my quest for truth and beauty is a quest for peace, a quest for less. This world is so overstimulating. I do not want to bombard you with peace. That just doesn’t make sense. So I hope to post every Wednesday. The perfectionist within, that I fight with often, wanted me to post on January 1st, and every Wednesday thereafter (because that would have been so perfect!), but the Spirit within me has other plans…
So here we are, four weeks late according the perfectionist, but right on time according to the Spirit, who dwells beyond the limits of time anyway… and within me. What a mystery. Well, I guess part of me will dwell past the end of time, too. It is comforting to imagine life without alarms, ticking clocks, reminders, alerts, notifications. No such thing as late. No such thing as hurry. “The hurry makes us hurt,” according to Ann Voskamp in One Thousand Gifts. Oh yes it does.
I hope you will slow the pace once a week and meander with me. The pursuit of truth and beauty is not a hot pursuit. It is bare feet on fuzzy moss. It is sitting and studying all you see. It is lying down and listening.
The 2014 starter gun fired eons ago by today’s standards, and I. do. not. care. I might be the last one out of the blocks, but I may just wander right off the track. We will all arrive at 2014′s finish line at precisely the same time as those around us, whether we sprint or stroll or even sit.
Welcome to Everyday Eden! And no, I will not be posting every day. Part of my quest for truth and beauty is a quest for peace, a quest for less. This world is so overstimulating. I do not want to bombard you with peace. That just doesn’t make sense. So I hope to post every Wednesday. The perfectionist within, that I fight with often, wanted me to post on January 1st, and every Wednesday thereafter (because that would have been so perfect!), but the Spirit within me has other plans…
So here we are, four weeks late according the perfectionist, but right on time according to the Spirit, who dwells beyond the limits of time anyway… and within me. What a mystery. Well, I guess part of me will dwell past the end of time, too. It is comforting to imagine life without alarms, ticking clocks, reminders, alerts, notifications. No such thing as late. No such thing as hurry. “The hurry makes us hurt,” according to Ann Voskamp in One Thousand Gifts. Oh yes it does.
I hope you will slow the pace once a week and meander with me. The pursuit of truth and beauty is not a hot pursuit. It is bare feet on fuzzy moss. It is sitting and studying all you see. It is lying down and listening.
The 2014 starter gun fired eons ago by today’s standards, and I. do. not. care. I might be the last one out of the blocks, but I may just wander right off the track. We will all arrive at 2014′s finish line at precisely the same time as those around us, whether we sprint or stroll or even sit.
"Feet up in the Canadian Rockies" Stacy Wright Wons