See how in their veins all becomes spirit:
into each other they mature and grow.
Like axles, their forms tremblingly orbit,
round which it whirls, bewitching and aglow.
Thirsters, and they receive drink,
watchers, and see: they receive sight.
Let them into one another sink
so as to endure each other outright.
The Lovers, Rainer Maria Rilke
Today I celebrate thirteen years of being Mr. Michie’s bride. We have been by each other’s sides since we were teenagers. I’m happy beyond measure and blessed that it’s his hand I get to hold as we navigate our way together on the road of life. Here’s to another THIRTEEN and all the adventures that lie ahead! I LOVE YOU!
I would like to watch you sleeping.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
℘ Margaret Atwood
Twelve years ago today, in the church where my parents and my grandparents before them were married, I walked down the aisle to become Mr. Michie’s wife. Here’s to the next twelve, I love you!
The number 11; two little stalks standing side-by-side. One stalk needs the other, or they wouldn’t be 11. After 11 years, I still need my other half.
I don’t follow numerology, but I know in terms of it that 11 is considered a master number, because it is a double digit of one number. In our 11 years of marriage, I think we have mastered a few things ourselves. I am blessed to have married my best friend. A person who knows me inside and out. I have married someone who takes care of me and who makes me happy.
After 11 years, he still makes my heart flutter, he still makes me laugh and he still makes me feel like I’m the only one in the world. I love you Mr. Michie, Happy Anniversary.
Well, I have a secret to share. We celebrated 10 glorious years of marriage last week in the breathtaking city of Copenhagen. Mr. Michie and I decided to have a true break and stepped away from our computers. I normally write on the spur of the moment, but last week I planned two posts to go out and we quietly slipped away to Denmark.
It was a welcome little mini-moon and I didn’t want to come back! I have so much to share with you and I don’t want to bore you to death, so I am going to attempt to summarize our trip over 2 posts. The above picture was from the dreamy Nyhaven section of Copenhagen where Hans Christian Andersen used to live!
Ten years is a significant number of time. Ten is the number of years in a decade. It is the atomic number of neon. It is represented by an “X” when using Roman numerals. It is the number of Commandments given to Moses in the Bible. It is the number of “lords a-leaping” in the carol, The Twelve Days of Christmas. It is the number of years I have been married to Mr. Michie.
Somehow, we have reached this point. How that is, I don’t know. Now, I don’t mean that in a negative way, I just don’t know how that much time has slipped through our fingers. I still see myself as a young bride, not long married, trying to make it in this big old world together. I can’t believe that ten years has gone by in the blink of an eye. How did that happen? I’ve married by best friend, my lover, my confident, my partner in crime.
After 10 years, he still makes me laugh, dances me around the house, cares for me and appreciates me. He still makes my heart quicken when he enters a room. Here’s to another 10 years. I love you!
Well May 5th came and went for me this year. I have to tell you that there are times where my working week gets the better of me! We are up by 5 and I am home past 6 every night and by the time we make dinner, do the dishes, have a few minutes to talk, do a few things around the house, speak to my mom or my sister or sometimes I’m lucky enough to speak to both, it is time to hit the hay before 5 o’clock rolls around again, because it comes around all to quickly.
I have so many things I want to share with you. I have yet to share with you about going to my Shibori Dying Class, or about visiting the Matisse Exhibition or the number of other things that flit through my head. I will get there. I just need to work harder on my work/life balance. It came to me last night that 5 years of being in this space came and went unnoticed by me this week.
When I started this space 5 years ago, I didn’t know where it would lead, but it has truly grown into its own. A year ago I moved into this new space that I call my writing home. I love the simplicity of my site. It is colorful, yet simply elegant, it lets me showcase my writing and photography without a lot of fluff and that is what I wanted it to be.
Thank you for sharing this space with me. Thank you for coming to visit me and read my words and view my pictures. I write for me, but it is nice to know that my writing not only touches my own soul, but you have shared with me that it touches yours too.
When I did think of writing about my 5 years of blogging the other week, I had made a Kentucky Derby Pie. It turned out perfectly. A slice was cut and fresh vanilla whipped cream was pillowed on to the top, but Mr. Michie stole a bite before I could get a picture.
So, instead of sharing that pie with you and recipe, I shall share a cake recipe with you, as cakes are a wonderful celebration of life. The image and recipe comes from the lovely Twigg Studios. The pie recipe I will share just as soon as I make another one. Pies should be made to share, but unfortunately, this one was just too good, we were greedy and devoured it ourselves before we could even give away a slice!
For the full Mandarin & Lemon Cake recipe and assembly instructions please visit Twigg Studios, HERE
We had a really lovely anniversary on Wednesday. We kept it simple and went where the wind took us. We had lunch at one of our favorite places in London and did a little browsing and a little strolling before heading home.
We had decided to keep dinner simple and enjoyable as well. So we did half the cooking and the fabulous Italian restaurant down the block did the other half. While I set the table and made a salad, Mr. Michie headed down the street to pick up the lasagna we had ordered.
I didn’t mind letting someone else make my dinner but there was no way, someone else was going to make our dessert, that was my real contribution to our anniversary date. I have wanted to make this cake since the first time I saw it on The Pioneer Woman’s site.
I earmarked it on my computer and would look at it from time to time, but nothing happened. Then her second cookbook came out and I saw that it was in there, but again nothing happened with it. You see, Mr. Michie is not really a fan of coconut and I was concerned he wouldn’t like it, but I think this cake has made him and coconut lifelong friends! I knew that this cake would be perfect for our anniversary, he would just have to taste it and he would know it was perfect too! So, I got my cakes ready on Tuesday before I met my girlfriend and iced them later that night before I went to bed. It was 4 layers of complete happiness!
It tasted great with champagne and great with coffee, it is also excellent for breakfast, but I won’t tell you how I know that!
It was a dinner with a mutual friend, that led to a drink and a dance, that led to a walk home through moonlit streets, that led to a talk on my front porch till dawn, that led to an official date where I was too nervous to eat, that led to hand holding, that led to a dance in the middle of the street, that led to a kiss on my front porch, that led to forever.
Here’s to another 9 years with you, you still make my heart flutter!
Well first things first. Today is my 4 YEAR BLOGA-VERSARY! I can’t believe that it has been 4 years since I got on this ride and I have loved every minute of it. I have learned a lot in my 4 years sharing this space with you, which leads me to my next announcement: I am moving blogs. This has been a long thought out decision for me and an ongoing design process. I have loved the time that I have shared with you in this space, but I feel it is time for me to grow-up a bit and have a place to truly call my own.
The paring down approach we are taking with us into this new year, is one that I have decided to take into my new space. I wanted to keep the design clean and simple, yet still elegant and whimsical.
I will begin the process of moving everything over soon, so please bare with me as I will have a bit of tidying up to do to ensure that everything has moved over smoothly.
Thank you for sharing this spot with me, I hope you continue to read and follow me in my new space. For the next little bit, this is still “home”. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you posted on the BIG MOVE, I’m still packing up boxes, so I’m not quite there yet.
8 years ago today, I walked down the aisle of the same church that my parents and my grandparents before them were married in and I met Mr. Michie at the end of it.
I am still just as in love with him as the day I married him, even more so, if that is possible? We have had our ups and downs as all marriages have and like all things they are usually from outside issues, not ones that stem from us. But, we are on the roller coaster of life and that to me is much better than the merry-go-round.
Through all of our 8 years, we have stayed true to who we are, we have stuck together, through thick and thin. For, it is us against the world, and isn’t that how love should be? We have climbed a lot of mountains to be together and it was worth everyone.