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~* what did you do that for? *~

Posted in Home, Inspiration on November 3, 2012| Leave a Comment »

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~* Flyin’ high *~

Posted in Home, Inspiration, tagged Kristina Viirpalu, Kristina Viirpalu fashion show, Kristina Viirpalu Iida House on October 12, 2012| Leave a Comment »

Yesterday evening, at dinner, my son confirmed “You haven’t started packing yet mom, have you?”

“Nope” I stated, confidently. “I’m only leaving tomorrow morning. Plenty of time”.

In the morning, he came to give me his hug & kiss before school. Asking “You haven’t started packing yet, have you mom? Do you think that maybe you should? Before the taxi comes?”.

Every time, every single time I travel I have this conversation with him.

How come I never learn???

A question I once again asked myself, when frantically throwing stuff into my suitcase when the taxi was already waiting.

Well, here I am, despite myself getting ready for Kristina’s show and the jazz concert after… Feeling more than a little bit guilty of not being more… Punctual. Better. Organised.

But.

I’m soooo happy, so very much closer to the essence of freedom and being, when every now and again I can just fly high. See the adventure before me, without schedule or agenda.

PS.

In all honesty.

I guess it’s all a balancing act. And my son, as usual, is way ahead of me.

Had I not listened to him, once again, I would have missed my boat. And my adventure entirely ♥.

PS. Photos by magic talent: Minna Kulmala Photography.

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~* Ah, Carrie *~

Posted in Home, Inspiration on October 10, 2012| 2 Comments »

“Maybe some women aren’t meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free ’til they find someone just as wild to run with them.” -Carrie

All my ladies out there… I know you get this ♥.

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~* LadyBohemia Moodboard *~

Posted in Home, Inspiration, tagged bohemian collage, Kaisu Haumont Ladybohemia, Moodboard, Moonalia Design, Oona Elena, Oona Elena Kassila on October 4, 2012| Leave a Comment »

This moodboard was done for somebody special…

By the world’s sweetest faery princess Oona Elena.

Thanks to her, once again I see my world and goals a little bit more clearly.

Thank you Oona, for you inner understanding and sensibility, and for your unique artistic talent.

Thank you FlowerGirl, as my boys call you ❤ .

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~* …and the Vintage inspired saga continues.. *~

Posted in Home, Inspiration, tagged vintage inspired wedding dress, Wedding dresses on October 1, 2012| 2 Comments »

a friend who knows how to make me seriously swoon just posted this photo for me… it would be criminal not to share.

Photo was originally pinned in Pintrest by Getting hitched. Any brides-to-be out there? A little inspiration for your Monday… Personally, I could go on about the old school touch on the buttons, not to mention the class and elegance of the delicately crafted unique lace…

Okay I’ll save my male readers from further gushing…

But I love this picture. Thank you dearest Lea (Fine van Brooklin), my trusted jewellery designer, for nailing my sentiments to the point, once again. It is thanks to LadyBohemia, that I have had the opportunity to meet such magical, talented, beautiful human beings, some of whom – such as Lea -I am now proud to call my friends.

An eternal PS: I am not subsidised or paid by any designer I introduce or enthuse over. It all comes straight from the heart

I like to keep my baby LadyBohemia free as a bird.

That way, a little bit of that oh so much hungered freedom rubs off on me too ♥.

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~* cry for him sweet rivers *~

Posted in Home, Inspiration on September 18, 2012| Leave a Comment »

If you want to change the world love a man; really love him
Choose the one whose soul calls to yours clearly who sees you; who is brave enough to be afraid
Accept his hand and guide him gently to your hearts blood
Where he can feel your warmth upon him and rest there
And burn his heavy load in your fires
Look into his eyes look deep within and see what lies dormant or awake or shy or expectant there
Look into his eyes and see there his fathers and grandfathers and all the wars and madness their spirits fought in some distant land, some distant time

Look upon their pains and struggles and torments and guilt; without judgment
And let it all go
Feel into his ancestral burden
And know that what he seeks is safe refuge in you
Let him melt in your steady gaze
And know that you need not mirror that rage
Because you have a womb, a sweet, deep gateway to wash and renew old wounds

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Sit before him, in the full majesty of your woman in the breath of your vulnerability
In the play of your child innocence in the depths of your death
Flowering invitation, softly yielding, allowing his power as a man
To step forward towards you…and swim in the Earth’s womb, in silent knowing, together
And when he retreats…because he will…flees in fear to his cave…
Gather your grandmothers around you…envelope in their wisdoms
Hear their gentle shusshhhed whispers, calm your frightened girls’ heart
Urging you to be still…and wait patiently for his return
Sit and sing by his door, a song of remembrance, that he may be soothed, once more

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Do not coax out his little boy
With guiles and wiles and seduction and trickery
Only to lure him…to a web of destruction
To a place of chaos and hatred
More terrible than any war fought by his brothers
This is not feminine this is revenge
This is the poison of the twisted lines
Of the abuse of the ages, the rape of our world
And this gives no power to woman it reduces her as she cuts off his balls
And it kills us all
And whether his mother held him or could not
Show him the true mother now
Hold him and guide him in your grace and your depth
Smoldering in the center of the Earth’s core
Do not punish him for his wounds that you think don’t meet your needs or criteria
Cry for him sweet rivers
Bleed it all back home

If you want to change the world love a man, really love him
Love him enough to be naked and free
Love him enough to open your body and soul to the cycle of birth and of death
And thank him for the opportunity
As you dance together through the raging winds and silent woods
Be brave enough to be fragile and let him drink in the soft, heady petals of your being
Let him know he can hold you stand up and protect you
Fall back into his arms and trust him to catch you
Even if you’ve been dropped a thousand times before
Teach him how to surrender by surrendering yourself
And merge into the sweet nothing, of this worlds’ heart

If you want to change the world, love a man, really love him
Encourage him, feed him, allow him, hear him, hold him, heal him
And you, in turn, will be nourished and supported and protected
By strong arms and clear thoughts and focused arrows
Because he can, if you let him, be all that you dream

If you want to love a man, love yourself, love your father
Love your brother, your son, your ex-partner; from the first boy you kissed,
To the last one you wept over
Give thanks for the gifts; of your unraveling to this meeting
Of the one who stands before you now
And find in him the seed to all that’s new and solar
A seed that you can feed to help direct the planting
To grow a new world, together

~Thank you Grâce Dembovsky, for making my soul smile today.

Thank you also for the tears that come along, with crying sweet rivers.~

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