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Of Wander and Wild

There is something very silent about the way the ocean makes one feel.
Her currents -- it is as if all that we miss,
 all that has become absent in life suddenly 
for a brief moment 
overflows in completeness.

How are we as these humans with silken skin,
 bones that attach to create a body
 be granted this amazing universe to live in?



Only a few hours until sunrise, 
I sit on the porch overlooking the ocean.
I watch as early morning risers head down to the seashore
for a dip.

I grabbed a few slices of bread and sat under a pine tree.
Surrounded by fallen needles and baby pinecones, 
I pick at the slices and threw them for the birds.

As I do, I close my eyes.
There truly isn't anything more beautiful and peaceful
than awaking before everyone
closing ones eyes
and listening to the silence,
the soft melody of songs from the different birds above
and the ocean
as the waves gently kiss the shoreline.

Mourning doves fly down from the towering pines and sit at my feet
beautiful in their own unique way
and ever so often
one perfect brown pigeon joins the bevy
as they feast on snippets of bread.

For days this became my morning ritual. 

On evenings, I would amble the pathways by the craft huts
choose unique art pieces for my home
 and purchase fruits from vendors.
When the sun wasn't so torrid,
you would find me
floating in her aquamarine waters
or laying out on the sand
grabbing hold of the grains between my toes 
until sundown.



























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As a child I would constantly find myself bruised knee, fruit stained tees and hands deep in dirt.

Perhaps it was that the literal translation of my surname is 'pottery maker' 
but 
I have always craved to be creative.

There was something that always lead me to nature. 
To myself.
My hands, these amazing instruments had a constant need to be used. 
I had to believe there are traits we have embedded into us from birth
that never leave.

I had to believe we were made for more than we can ever begin to know.


Leaf fountain / bird bath

I took half of a dried calabash shell and moulded the inside with clay and lay it in the sun to dry.

I wandered around the garden looking for leaves. 
Different in their own unique way.
I picked up the ones that spoke to me.

Shaped, printed, adjusted to suit my liking.

The construction was simple enough.
Building the inside for support and on the outside for the highest leaf.

After a week, I bisqued my piece & put it in the kiln to fire.
The underneath was left plain for a natural look.

** The following week, I painted the underneath in a natural stone colour and placed it on my Plant Shelf. 

  
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Overcast skies, 
drenched palms swaying in the ocean air,
droplets trickle off the rusty railings 
onto the already drenched earth.
The bed is layered with fresh white linens, 
untouched,
craving the heat of two bodies making magic.


Two arms wrap around her slender torso,
he smelled like the burnished sweetness of the tropical night,
almost like petrichor.
Soft pallet of lips against her neck,
traveling to the bones of her collar.
The air was cool against her skin
and gusts of wind danced around the room,
making it cozy and soothing.
The sky turned a grayish shade 
and covered the crescent moon,
as they lay flesh to flesh.

She traces her fingers along his cheekbones,
whispering everything she loves about him.
He leans into her 
and kisses her plum lips.
"you are magic" he stutters,
the air is cold,
as his thick dark hair falls into his eyes.
Moving his hands along her curves,
over her fragile bones,
she entwines her legs with his 
as he pulls her into him.

"On these sheets, magic will happen" she says.

He moves and lies heavily on top of her,
sinking into the soft soles of foam.
Heated bodies melting into one
and every move made was infused with their
magic, 
power,
wholeness.

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Whether your Zen Den space is in your home or out in your garden, these little additions would be perfect!


As I get more and more centered and into my yoga practice and meditation, I realize how necessary it is to have a space that's all yours.

A place that's silent, relaxing and calm. Filled with only good energy and vibes.

Further down you would see I added a Hammock to my list. I don't know about you guys, but it is for me *the* most relaxing part of getting centered. I would lay in it and meditate whilst the breeze rocks me gently. It's pure bliss !

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::: Small Buddha Figurines :::
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::: Rainbow Chakra Yoga Tapestry :::



::: Tibetan Mala Beaded Braclet :::



::: Zen Fountain Frogs :::


::: Eye Pillow :::



::: Zafu Cushions :::



:::Palacio Hammock Cafe :::


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I have a memory, very vague, 
of my parents taking my siblings and myself on a road trip -- 
through dark winding roads in the middle of the night to a beach on the North East coast to look at 65 million year old dinosaurs.


 Alongside my brother, we stood there. 
Sand covered toes, my little tummy upset from the drive, we watched in amazement these magnificent mammals emerging from the dark vastness onto the sand. 
Using their back fins to dig deep holes to lay their eggs they fall into a trance.
Afterwards, 
they camouflage their nesting grounds with a wander-about dance. 

For a kid,
 it was an unbelievable sight and experience..... 
and now as an adult, 
it still takes my breath away. 

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These majestic dinosaur mammals are Leatheback Turtles. 
Unfortunately due to poachers and non-protected beaches, 
they have become endangered. 

In a clutch of offspings, maybe one will survive.
Survive being pried out of their shell by vultures,
survive being eaten by crabs,
dug up by dogs, 
stolen by humans.
And even at sea, 
predators lurk,
fishing nets, 
frigatebirds.

They travel millions and millions of miles all over the world, 
but they always return
to this little island tucked away in the Lesser Antilles,
where they were nested,
perhaps even, 
to this beach,
or another nearby,
but
they never forget where they came from.

How heartfelt is that?

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Hi, bonjour, howdy ! I am Louann, a blogger from a small beautiful island in the Caribbean called Trinidad. My passions are photography, fitness, health and travel. I am always seeking adventure and whatever makes me feel my pulse.
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