Moments Of Zen: John Julian In The Studio
We take great pleasure in the simple, brilliant, meditative quality to working with our hands.
We take great pleasure in the simple, brilliant, meditative quality to working with our hands.
Our favorite pieces always have the best stories to tell. From our beloved large wooden shop-shelf that began its journey in a general store straight out of Laura Ingalls' Big Woods (and made its way to us by way of Anna's father's wood-burning-stove store a decade ago) to the biergarten table we "borrowed" from Two Pony Gardens...until we found an American-made source to get our own and then we put it back (thanks, Mom!) we love a piece that feels like it comes with history. Oh, if these old chairs could speak!
Tiny bubbles, pretty palettes, and organic mouth-blown shapes from a second-generation Belgian glasshouse. There will be fresh flowers. There will be candlelight. There will be champagne towers. Just like we like it.
Our love affair with the handwritten note is both long standing and well documented, eternal and boundless. In our humble opinion, there is no better way to connect (or re-connect) with yourself or your heart-people, to share and magnify gratitude, to show love, or to make space for contemplative moments in your own day than sitting down to write a note. The only thing that *might* be better is receiving a handwritten note your own self!
A dear friend once told us that the time to prune is when the shears are in your hand. A time for everything and everything in its time. We have often used this piece of gentle advice as a salve for the times when we perhaps didn't deadhead as much as we should or we neglected to cut back the azaleas three years in a row. The time to do it? When the shears are in your hand? That's the right time