"I DO NOT HAMMER THE IMAGE ONTO THE STONE..BUT RELEASE THE IMAGE THAT IS ALREADY IN THE STONE" MICHELANGELO
I HAVE BEEN REFINING THESE 16 PERFUME BLENDS FOR ALMOST 20 YEARS
THE FORMULAS CONTAIN CLOSE TO 100 DIFFERENT PLANTS THAT I DISTILL IN GLASS APPARATUS OF MY DESIGNS... AND USING MY BLENDING APPARATUS..
MY ATTENTION IS DRAWN TO HARMONICS..(INSTRUMENTS IN TUNE)AND NOT OUTCOME..(ODOR PROFILE)
I HOLD NATURAL PERFUMES..TO A SIMILAR INTENTION AS THE SLOW FOOD MOVEMENT... THESE FORMULAS CONTAIN.. NO ABSOLUTES...NO C02 EXTRACTION..NO ISOLATES...
rest in the cave
What is human. Deep in the earth. Safe and secure, we are forever cradled by the sweet and decaying smells; earth's breath, resting.
Voice of us. Warmth. Swirl of movement in the belly. Attracted out, seduced out. The throat is alive with trust and feeling. Everything that is us racing out of us.
immovable because it is our will. Joined will. Emanating will. Unshakable. Solid in the moving fluid. From this place: clarity and direction; in and out.
Legacy Long line. Circle. Fierce strength yielding to wisdom. Open gives in to closed. Listening, wisdom gives way to strength. Both weaving, trusting each other. Here on earth, in the heart. Wisdom married strength.
Always there. There always. Comforting, filling, embracing. The wind, the sun, rivers streams oceans. Mountains of giving in all ways. Always. Ease, the easiest.
Consuming fire fueled from doubts. Held tight. Precise fire. Burning. Heart’s flame clearing; returning. Acceptance: the mystery and the gift.
Balance off. Falling. To recover. Balance off. Falling, to recover. Balance in falling: graceful. Instant recovery. Momentum. Poised.
thru golden spiral
Laughter, trust, scents of joy. Believing without seeing. Pure play: detachment. Expression from the core
Alliance joy betrayal pain. Tenderness guidance returning. Ever so true, in my heart. I am always with you.
roots and stars
Roots feeding branches, leaves, flowers. The stars calling, yearning for more closeness. The flower whispers back: I trust my roots. Into the dancing earth, forever fertile darkness, roots guide my journey to kiss you, the stars.
Chaos, my beauty, my trusting friend. Fire and burning, I breathe you in. Storms of force move me into my smallest circle. I look out, trusting and thankful, bowing to your wisdom. Knowing when to clear the way.
water heart spring
My circle opens. I feel the direction of my heart: a path. It becomes a trail. Returning to the heart of humanity.
All things recede: emptiness. All things multiply: flourishing. Singing the night’s song: Art of Surrender.
In our womb, an expression of self is wanting to be born. A complete trust in this expression initiates the birth of the vision: a cyclone through us, onto this earth.
The lotus grows. Its roots stuck in the mud. From this acceptance come the nutrients and timing. Guiding, then unfolding. The lotus flower: symbol of humanity.
time to dance
I am the dance of the rain dripping on the leaf. The moisture carrying scent through the air. The sweetest smell of wisdom on the dragon's breath, reminding us throughout time: the gift of love has always been mine.