Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Mysteriously Mundane

Orange slices. photo by Adelaide Shalhope

The mysterious and the mundane. 
We search for meaning in one.
We try to avoid the other.
They're both the same.........

Continue to look more closely.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

The Power of Now

photo by Adelaide Shalhope

 
Humbled by the beauty of the moment...

Sunday, May 25, 2014

Subtle Energies


photo by Adelaide Shalhope

I want to unfold.
Let no place in me hold itself closed,
for where I am closed, I am false.
- Rainer Maria Rilke


Thursday, May 1, 2014

A View from the Sketchbook



I've been playing with paint. I've not ever worked with paint and lately it's been speaking to me quite strongly. At this point (as with all points really) I'm experimenting - watercolours, acrylics, house- paint...whatever happens to be around. I've rolled out large sheets of old wallpaper lining on the floor of my studio, put on music of my mood, and allowed the paint to dance.

These 'sketches' are of a larger scale than I normally work, which has felt wonderful. Painting lends itself to open gestures that I don't normally get to experience when working with my other media. Working with paint is also so much messier than working with textiles and thread and wood and it's been great fun to embrace that, as well.

Big and messy.


I'll be curious to see where it leads....


Saturday, March 8, 2014

Wholeness Is


Blossoms 1 and 2 
Adelaide Shalhope 

I often find this time of the year to be a real test of patience. Spring is sort of here. The rhubarb in my garden has lovely green and burgundy coloured shoots, daffodils are starting blossom, there are growing iris shoots which will soon be taking over the entire pond, proudly flaunting their deep purpleness.

And.
It's grey and rainy.

My mood right now is much the same, truth be told. Spring is sort of here. My own creative energies blossom in increments but then recede back into the bud. I try not to feel the 'stuckness' of this process. I try to remember that these feelings will change and then...

It's grey and rainy.

These are the times when I must be gentle with myself and acknowledge that my own deep colours are always here, even if they don't have the energy right now to burst forth.

I recently discovered this beautiful poem by Tara Sophia Mohr and with another few days of rain in the forecast it is just what I needed to read.


Wholeness Is

“Beyond the cackling of the birds
and all the fighting, and all the noise-
What else is there?
  
The oak tree’s heart, which says:
Glory is. Wholeness is.
And unavoidably, my dear, you are part of it.

Problemlessness. I know- you couldn’t hear it before,
but I’m asking you now – to go inside the oak,
and wait-

till your heart is wrenched by its love
and you see no need for language

till your hands are cupped receiving
and everything comes to you baked in lovesilence
  
There is no name for what enters you then.
Everything is a red sun rising
and everywhere an infinite grace before you

Then there is no name for what you become-
like love, like the mountain.”


Wednesday, January 29, 2014

If The Sky Had An Edge

If the Sky Had an Edge
Adelaide Shalhope


You are limitless.
 Why do you then feel the need to impose your own limitations?


Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Warm Attention







photos by Adelaide Shalhope

Things are always changing -
ever moving.
Give them warm attention
 as they come into the moment
and go along their way.




Monday, January 27, 2014

Come As You Are

I Can Fly When I Want To
Adelaide Shalhope 2014

You are enough.
Webbed feet,
Broken wing,
Ruffled feathers.
Fly when you want to.