The Restory Retreat Centre

Images source: Kintsugigifts.com Ring the bell that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s where the light comes in                                                                                Leonard Cohen I know nothing, except what everyone knows – If there when Grace dances, I should dance.                                                                             W. H. Auden And God showed me that sin will be no shame, but somehow honor for humanity….. God’s goodness...

Whipping up a batch of lavender hand cream in a  self made mixing bowl. Photo by Matilda I love Herbs. Nearly as much, or most likely just as much as I like Clay. They are after all, each their own person, deserving of my love and attention. For now though, with no dedicated studio space to spend time with Clay, my creative liaison is with Herbs and we enjoy many a pleasant hour together in the kitchen and garden. Even so, clay and herbs are of the same earth that speaks deeply to my soul. Both tactile, versatile, sensuous and alive with sun drenched energy, they lift my spirit in no time. I read that our sense of smell plays an important part in our emotional well being. Fragrance travels via our olfactory nerves directly to the area in our brain that deals with emotions. I just have to think of the nostalgia that surges through me when I smell pancakes with cinnamon to know this is true. I do believe that the fragrance of the rose geranium speaks directly to my creative ce...