Friday, January 16, 2009

Rose clay spa soap and W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.

Tis the season of love, so celebrate with this outstandingly romantic bar of swirly fruity sweetness. This is a beautiful bar, ‘from the depths of ruby red bliss love sprints forth’. Deep raspberry and passion’s pink mix and swirl to make a beautiful expression. The Pink swirl is mixed with rose clay , not to be confused with pink clay, ours is true Rose Clay. Gentle enough for the most sensitive skin, this clay will draw out toxins from delicate skin while lightly exfoliating. Deep raspberry is colored with all natural organic beet powder

Transluscent and organic, it is jewel like. It looks like a chunk of precious stone was cut into slabs to reveal its beauty. With a dressing of real rose petals on her head, she awaits.

Artfully created, intense and passionate, these are 4oz bars with beautiful berry fragrance with hints of cherry. This is not a shy bar. Vegan? Vegan!

Franz Joseph Haydn-Serenade

The Wild Swans at Coole

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

The nineteenth autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water,
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake's edge or pool
Delight men's eyes when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?
W.B. Yeats (1865–1939). The Wild Swans at Coole. 1919.

Beautiful japanese tea rose

Beautiful japanese tea rose, delicate blend of green tea and spicy heirloom rose, this soap is fabulous. Hand crafted cold process soap, artisan created in small batches. Beautiful cold process soap, time has aged this soap like fine wine to mellow into an intoxicating bathing bar, moisturizing and gentle.

I wish you could smell this, as a matter of fact I'll slice you a sample if you wish, just send me a self addressed stamped envelope. Drop me a line on Etsy!(Leave me a note in the comments section if you don't have an etsy account)

All bars are over 4oz. Created from scratch to pamper and nourish your skin, it contains luxurious ingredients for moisturizing madness. Vegan? Vegan.I am happy to try to ship anywhere, if you are outside of the United States, please inquire about shipping cost.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Fleur de lys French Lily

The fleur-de-lys translated from French as "lily flower” is associated with the French monarchy in a historical context, and is a particularly romantic symbol that we all love.

Created for your reining Monarch, be they princess or prince, Queen or King, this limited edition of specially crafted soaps will be sure to please your love. Created from the finest enriched all vegetable aloe base, this soap has extra glycerin for moisture, and is lavishly sweetly scented bringing sweets to the sweet every time it’s used. Because of the extra glycerin it will remain dewy and provide extra moisturizing and be long lasting.

Fit for your Royal Highness!Comes specially packaged in a gift packet with handmade embellishment. Sweetly scented, fruiti ambrosia. Keep out of the garden; you’ll confuse the bees.It comes shipped in a sweet vintage gift bag with hand crafted goodness.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

Monday, January 12, 2009

Il Devo

Click off the little player in the right hand column

The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.Anonymous

Now I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this
The fourth, the fifthThe minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing
Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
She tied youTo a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Baby I have been here before
I know this room, I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah
There was a time you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah
Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain
I don't even know the name
But if I did, well really, what's it to you?
There's a blaze of light
In every wordIt doesn't matter which you heard
The holy or the broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much
I couldn't feel, so I tried to touch
I've told the truth, I didn't come to fool you
And even thoughIt all went wrong
I'll stand before the Lord of Song
With nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah
Hallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah, HallelujahHallelujah

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.Charlie Brown

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Beautiful real rich chocolate and chunks of pink sea salt

Lushous lush handcrafted chocolate soap.

Exerpts from "The Wedding" - Charles Schweninger

Minister:When you love someone, you do not love them all the time, in exactly the same way, from moment to moment.
.That is impossible. It is even a disservice to pretend it is possible.
Yet that is what most of us demand.
.We have such little faith in the ebb and flow of life and of love and of relationships.
We leap forward at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb, for we are afraid it will never return.
.We insist on permanence, on duration, on continuity.
But the only continuity possible in life, as in love, is in growth, in fluidity and in freedom, as dancers are free, barely touching as they pass, but partners in creating the same pattern.
.I speak now to you of love, in which, the trust and freedom of the other person becomes as significant as the trust and freedom of one's self.
I speak to you of generosity, which gathers the beauty of earth for riches and the kindness which turns away the wrath of foolish men and women.
.I speak of all our hopes for their continued growth through patience, one for the other.
May you keep the vows you made on this day, in freedom,
.teaching each other who they are,
what they yet shall be,
.enabling them to know that,
in the fullness of being,
.they are more than themselves and more than each other,
that they are all of us and that together we share joyously the fruits of life on this Earth, our home.
.Minister:May these two find happiness in their union. May they live faithfully together, executing the vows they have made between them; and may they ever remain compassionate and encouraging, that their years may be rich with the joys of life, and their days be long upon the Earth.
Exerpts from "The Wedding" - Charles Schweninger

Click this soap and take a deep breath....ahhhhh

Two lovely little sweetly scented heart soaps paired with a beautiful reading for a wedding.

Lovely little handmade double front and back hearts heavily scented with the most delicious fruity flavor. I found this romantic Seven Blessings ceremony that is perfect to pair with the pair.

Seven Blessings
"We would like to credit and thank the Swedenborgian Church of San Francisco for this collection of readings. It is a beautiful place to be married, and welcomes all faith traditions."

Person One: May the power of your love bring you health and wellbeing throughout your lives. (Amen)

Person Two: May you have wisdom in the ordering of your common life that you may each be to the other a strength in need, a counselor in perplexity, and a companion in joy. (Amen)

Person Three: May you have the grace, when you hurt each other, to recognize your faults, and to seek each other's forgiveness. (Amen)

Person Four: May your life together be a vessel of divine love and a symbol of peace to our struggling world, that unity may overcome estrangement, forgiveness heal guild, and joy conquer despair. (Amen)

Person Five: May you be ever thoughtful and gentle, patient and forbearing, regardful of each other's feelings and opinions, and lenient to each other's infirmities. (Amen)

Person Six: Despite whatever challenges and struggles lie upon your relationship's
path, may you always find life good and worth celebrating. (Amen)

Person Seven: May you discover such deep fulfillment of your mutual affection that you may always be inspired to reach out in love and concern for others. (Amen)

Please stop the little music player before you listen to Celtic Women.

I pray You’ll be our eyes
And watch us where we go
And help us to be wise
In times when we don’t know
Let this be our prayer
When we lose our way

Lead us to a place
Guide us with Your grace
To a place where we’ll be safe

I pray we’ll find Your light (I pray we’ll find Your light)
And hold it in our hearts (and hold it in our hearts)
When stars go out each night (when stars go out each night)
Remind us where You are (remind us where You are)
Let this be our prayer (let this be our prayer)
When shadows fill our day (when shadows fill our day)

Oh Lord, lead us to a place, oh my
Guide us with Your grace (guide us with Your grace)
Give us faith so we’ll be safe

A world where pain and sorrow will be ended
And every heart that’s broken will be mended
And we’ll remember we are all God’s children
Reaching out to touch you, reaching to the sky

We ask that life be kind (we ask that life be kind)
And watch us from above (and watch us from above)
We hope each soul will find (we hope each soul will find)
Another soul to love (another soul to love)

Let this be our prayer (let this be our prayer)
Just like every child (just like every child)

Needs to find a place
Guide us with Your grace
Give us faith so we’ll be safe

Be ye therefore followers of God, as dear children; And walk in love, as Christ also hath loved us, and hath given himself for us an offering and a sacrifice to God for a sweet smelling savor. Ephesians 5:1-2

A poem for Alice
by Tom Horton

In the morning of our lives
we view the world
with hopeful eyes
to be a prince, to be a king
some to wish for such a dream.

At noon,
we learn to trust and love
of all the treasures from above
faith, hope, and charity combine
with friends and family.

In the twilight of our lives
we welcome night
with smiling eyes
we know that when the night is done
our love returns with the morning sun.

The complex poetry of William Yeats paired with subtle, fresh unisex scent, artfully created cold process soap

Lovey batch of soap paired with Yeats
This batch of cold processed soap turned out so beautifully and has such a hauntingly clean fragrence, sort of masculine, I thought it would be perfectly paired with a poem from William Yeats.

"When You're Old and Gray" by William Yeats

When You're old and gray
Full of sleep
and nodding by the fire
Take down this book
And slowly read

And dream of the soft look your eyes had once
And of their shadows deep
How many loved
your moments of glad grace
And loved
your beauty with false but true

But one man
loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the signs
of your changing face
And bending down
beside the glowing bars

Murmur a little sadly
"How love fled
And paced above
the mountains overhead
And his face amingst
a cloud of stars"

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