Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Floating thoughts and unexpected encouragements… “But what does it really mean to be oneself when the self is an ever-moving target of ever-changing sentiments and cells, a figment of fixity to dam the fluidity that carries us along the river of life, to soften the hard fact that we never fully know who we are because we are never one thing long enough. “The self, the place where we live, is a place of illusion,” Iris Murdoch insisted in her magnificent case for unselfing, and yet we do live out our entire lives in it — the self is our sieve for reality, the sensory organ through which we experience love and politics and the color blue. How to inhabit it with authenticity but without attachment might be the great task of being alive.“ Thank you for your Sunday musings @mariapopova and for ‘When Women Were Birds’ the novel that keeps on giving @evan1mack… and for playing and seeing and knowing and not knowing @adampetrishin… and for putting up with my whims… I hope we can all remember tomorrow is a new day, dreams really do come true, and nothing will last forever. oxox
Episode 10 Part 1 of #MoonHouse is here featuring @woodworking.masters a Los Angeles carpentry studio that masterfully brought our vision to life, elevating every detail with intention and artistry in Moon House’s custom woodworking. #HomeRenovation #BeforeAndAfter #RenovationProject #Remodeling #InteriorRenovation #RenovationInspiration #HomeImprovement #InteriorDesign #HomeDesign #HomeDecor #HomeDecorating #HomeDecorIdeas #Moon #CheshireMoon #BrandPartner
Join us for another night of film and music with @Petits_Salons on the magical rooftop of Petit Ermitage Hotel. Monday, October 6th we have a mind bending selection of shorts by rising filmmakers in our community. Here’s the line-up! DAME by @TheFosterWilson DOG by @BenTan HEROIC DOSE by @DuganGundelfinger OCD by @Luca_Pizzoleo PILGRIMAGE by @jamiewollrabstudios Doors open at 7:00pm with live music from @Gundelfinger_Music. After the musical performance concludes, guests will move from the Wiggle Room and bar out to the fire deck for our screening. After the screening, we’ll have a Q&A with the filmmakers. As we head into our second year of @Petits_Salons, we’re deeply grateful for what this collaboration between @petitermitagehotel @cheshiremoonproductions and @blkbrdfilms has grown into — an ongoing opportunity to celebrate our work, connect regularly with fellow arthouse film lovers. Thank you all for being a part of this journey. Hosted by @jamesaaronoliver @darbygaellehannon and @sarah_carter_oxox **This screening will include a Q&A with the filmmakers. TICKETS CAN NOT BE PURCHASED AT THE DOOR. LINK IN BIO TO RSVP Optional valet parking for ticket holders is $15 See you there!
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
Progress feels slow until you pause and look back. The primary bath is still deep in transformation, but even here—in the in-between—there’s so much I want to share. “Breakdowns” are when my imagination feels most alive (for better or worse). I’m mesmerized by the playful, natural, and unpredictable pattern Amber @lestrange_living carved into these floor tiles @zia_tile, and by the way light pours through the added skylights in #MoonHouse, shifting across every surface. Pausing this morning, I could feel the spirit of the home coming through. What part of the creative process gives you hope—or helps you relax and let it move you rather than you it?
