hello beautiful soul

For several years now, I've been using the phrase "hello beautiful soul" to begin my newsletters. I use it because when I start writing my notes, I want you to imagine that you're hearing my voice saying those words to you.

I really want you to feel seen when those notes arrive in your inbox.

And when I was brainstorming the phrase I wanted to put on stickers to put on the envelopes I send with orders from my shop, this phrase combined with "you are loved" seemed just right.

When the stickers arrived the quality was so over-the-top awesome that I've started handing them to people as I go about my day. A cashier who was kind, a new friend I made while sitting on stairs in Portland, Oregon, my mail carrier. Because everybody needs a little reminder that they are beautiful and loved and they are seen. YES!

I've even put one on my laptop and my favorite water bottle because I just can't stop myself.

After getting a few requests, I put them in the shop so you can give them to people in your corner too.

They come in sets of 5, 10, and 25 right here.

i am whole

artwork by Lori Portka 

This postcard from Lori Portka hangs on my studio pinboard. It is from the "I Am" prayer flag set that we brainstormed one day last fall. That flag set makes me so happy.

These words watch over me as I hammer words into metal, dream up new offerings, practice yoga, dance to fun., chat over skype, paint, glue things, and sometimes rest in child's pose until the only thing I hear is my heartbeat.

These are three of the most important words that guide me every single day.

Sometimes I whisper them to myself in those moments when I'm not sure anyone else will get it.

Maybe you need these words today too.

xoxo,
Liz 

free earrings this weekend!

Because these earrings make me so happy, I'm giving a pair away for free when you place an order of $25 or more in my shop this weekend! 

oh this hat

Last week while in Portland for WDS, I was lucky enough to go on a Be Your Own Beloved photowalk with Vivienne McMaster and a group of lovely women.

I wore this hat because oh my gosh it was hot in Portland and I wanted to keep the sun off of my face.

And I wore it because when I put it on, I can't help but think, "This. Is. Fabulous."

Vivienne creates such safe space when she invites us into the world of being your own beloved. On this walk, she invited us to look for the love and gave us a few different prompts to play with. 

If you've been here for awhile, you know I'm pretty comfortable with self-portraits. I even wrote a book about them (though at the time, the publisher and I wanted to avoid the word "self-portraits" in the title because people weren't really comfortable with the idea yet...little did we know selfies were on the horizon). But even though I'm comfortable with turning the camera toward myself, I always need to return to the prompt of looking at myself with love. Viv's photowalk invited me to do that and my heart really needed it.

Playing with self-portraits and this big hat was a little bit of an adventure. It was almost like having another person in the photo with me because it takes up so much space. I snapped away and tried to really concentrate on playing with the light in the ways Viv had explained.

I LOVED the way the light took up all the space behind me in the photo above almost like I'm standing in front of a white background when in reality I was in the middle of courtyard with statues and people around me. Looking at it again today, I feel luminous. LUMINOUS. And determined. And perhaps a little mischievous. This is the gift of self-portraits and playing and finding the love. My eyes are sparkling and it isn't just those glitter glasses. I was feeling the joy of connecting with like-minded souls and the confidence that comes from saying, "Yep, I'm wearing a huge hat and glitter glasses and even in this heat that is melting me a bit, I choose fabulous."

I choose. 

I choose.

This confidence doesn't surface every day in quite this way. But when it does, snapping a photo becomes evidence that it does happen so I can return to the photo and go back into the memory so I can remember I will feel that way again.

And then I found this photo.

It was an accident. Meaning, I thought my eyes were in the photo. I didn't realize the hat was hiding them.

I stood apart from our group for a moment staring at my phone and this photo and these thoughts tumbled through my head, "Look at this woman with her soft lips and the slight curve of her smile. What is she thinking? There's an allure around her that seems to come from inside her that pulls me in. I want to know her. Really really know her."

This feels like the next step in my own self-portrait, inner excavation journey: Getting to know that alluring, sexy woman in that photo.

This is gonna be good...

Yes.

(and because i know i'll get emails: the hat is from old navy and my head is not small and the l/xl fits awesome and the hathead wasn't too bad, the glasses are dolce and gabbana [mine are from lenscrafters and here's another option if you want to buy online though it looks like they don't have the burgandy but other colors], and the necklace was a collaboration between kelly barton and me. we have a few left hiding in my studio, just contact me if you're interested.)

still time to join One Move

Hello beautiful soul,

This is the part where I tell you that One Move has come together as one of my favorite ecourses ever. We are diving into so much goodness with this content, and an incredible circle of women is forming. Today we have our first Spreecast, which is going to be set up like a true workshop with Kelly and me as we explore what living the life we imagine for ourselves really means. (And if you can't make the call, it will be recorded so you can experience it when you have time.)

If you've felt the pull to come along, now is the time.

We close registration Wednesday evening. 

Read more right here.

Love and light,

Liz

i want to tell you about... nashville

I want to tell you about how I let myself just be a tourist and bought teal cowboy boots and tried on hats and sang out loud to every single country song on the Prime Country XM radio station from the time I got into the rental car until I dropped it off five days later.

I want to tell you about how nice the people of Nashville are. So damn nice. As in I couldn't stop talking about how gracious they are and how they seem to simply open their arms to the tourists who want to pretend they are part of this gorgeous town for a few days.

I want to tell you about the moment we were about to leave the stage of the Grand Ole Opry and I said, "Wait, I really want to be in a photo all by myself." And I stood there and thought about Dolly and Patsy and Loretta and stood taller connected to the women who came before me.

I want to tell you about the heart opening, silly, honest, lovely conversations I had with my friend Vivienne as we explored and did the tourist thing and had drinks in the middle of the day because we could!

I want to tell you about Curve Camp and the magic that is the safe space created by Anna Guest-Jelly and how sacred it felt to be in the most body positive environment this always body and heart of mine have ever been in. Magic. It was pure magic!

I want to tell you about the coffee. Yes, the coffee. And the best hamburger I've ever had in my life that involved blackberry jam.

I want to tell you about the absolute awesome ridiculousness of standing in front of "Deacon Claybourne's" house and just for a minute pretending. Just for a minute.

I want to tell you about how important it is to get away for even just a day to a place where you can just be you. No roles to play. Nothing to do but wander. And when you combine that with gathering with women to tell your stories and deeply connect...well...your heart is going to open in ways that will change you. Yes.

And Nashville, I heart you big time. Can't wait to come back! 

exploring the longings

I posted the following photo on Instagram a few weeks ago and shared these words:

Post coming soon about how we're trying "rainbow dinners" around here to get her to try new foods. (What you aren't seeing in this photo: 3 huge Uline boxes with shipping supplies, an IKEA candle chandelier with about ten spider webs, bird poop on one of the cushions, weeds taller than EJ, and the face of my daughter as she whines "fine I don't want dessert because I'm NOT trying that plum. I'm only eating corn and strawberries!")

I wrote all that extra "what you aren't seeing" info because I know that so often when we scroll through Instagram, we see dreamy, filtered photos and start to fill in the blanks of what we think our "friends'" lives must look like. I know this because I do it too.

I've been known to create a whole story by looking at just one photo.

This might have happened for someone reading my "rainbow dinner" post earlier this week, looking at the table filled with colorful bowls and plates and a happy tablecloth.

They might have even had a thought like, "We're lucky if we take the Mac and Cheese out of the microwave container." (I'm writing that example because it's one we live too some days.)

But again, it all comes down to choices. Here are just a few of the choices hiding in the filtered photo above:

• More joy at dinner time: I've gathered quite a few happy bowls and mismatched plates over the years because they always make me smile and can make the simplest dinners full of more joy. Happy straws and flowers on the table more often helps me access this joy too.
• My everyday life is worthy of using the good stuff: I've started using the vintage tablecloths I've been collecting instead of keeping them for the parties I will throw one day or only using them for retreats. I've begun to own that my everyday life is is worthy of "using the good stuff."
• Quieting the self-judgement: We've been sitting on the back porch even though we're sometimes surrounded by boxes of shipping supplies or a few cobwebs or weeds because eating dinner outside makes us happy. And sitting at the table is a habit we are slowly cultivating. It isn't happening every day but I'm trying to record evidence that it does because it helps me soften self-judgement.

Each day, I'm making small but tangible choices toward the life I want. When I'm waiting for things to all come together or for life to get easier or wishing for my habit of stacking instead of putting away to change, I'm not paying attention to the awesome life we are already living, to the moments full of love and joy.

Of course this doesn't mean that every day feels like it's full of rainbows and ease. Quite the opposite actually. It also doesn't mean I'm trying to wish this current life into something else. Nope. Making small moves every day toward the life I want is actually about being in the present and seeing the beauty that is already here.

And I want my daughter to see the ways I live my dreams into reality even in this small house with the weeds growing next to the hosta plants.

Perhaps more importantly, I want to look myself in the eyes each day and know I'm making the choice to open my heart more each day and really live.

Yep.

Today, I invite you to notice what comes up when you're scrolling through Instagram (or other social media). Do you find yourself feeling longings inside to step inside the photos you see? (And if you notice judgement coming up, look closer to see if a longing is actually inside that judgement.)

Then, take some time to listen to those longings and what they have to teach you. Do you want to travel more? Cuddle more? Read more? Do you want to make more space for writing or adventures or rest?

Think about what moves you could make toward those longings.

pinned it. did it. {with doña}

Doña is back with another Pinned it. Did it. post and it involves margaritas. Yes, please. Read on!

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My love affair with spicy cocktails began on a sweltering day in an upstairs cantina in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Coyote Cafe makes a Hatch Chile-infused margarita called the Norteño, so good it is even mentioned their TripAdvisor reviews. Hatch Chiles are grown in the Hatch Valley and not widely distributed outside of New Mexico. They are everywhere in Santa Fe. They are often served roasted, smoky and mellowed, much like the Ortega green chiles I’m familiar with in California. 

That chile-infused margarita, ordered on a whim, was so good that I ordered another, which was one more than I generally drink in an evening but something I only regretted slightly in the morning.

When I returned home I wanted to make my own version so I read up on infused and spiced drinks. I discovered that there are two ways flavors are added to a concoction. Most often, the alcohol is infused with the flavoring. Stoli Vanilla Vodka is a common commercial example. This is how the Santa Fe margarita was made. It is simple enough. Just add the flavoring agent - roasted chiles in this case - to a bottle of alcohol and let it sit for a while. For best results, let it sit for a couple of months. 

I tried infusing a bottle of tequila with roasted Padron peppers late that fall, but by the time the bottle was ready to use I had fallen pregnant. The peppers had turned the alcohol the most gorgeous stormy grey, but even the smell turned my stomach and I gave the bottle away to someone who would appreciate it. Margaritas didn’t figure in my life for quite a while after that.

Last spring I was again reminded about spicy cocktails when I saw a photo of this Spicy Grapefruit Margarita in Ali Edward’s Instagram feed. This recipe uses the other infusion method - flavoring the simple syrup. This method is faster. Just simmer the seasoning in the sugar water and it is ready to use. I got as far as making a jar of the infused simple syrup but the very next day I found out I was pregnant again.

Sometimes I’m sure the universe is conspiring against me.

Another whole year has passed and I’m determined to make my own spicy drink at home! 

Success. And delicious. This drink will be on rotation in this house this summer for sure!

I tripled the proportions for the simple syrup from the original recipe to make enough to store in the fridge for quicker drink-making. I went with the 1/4 tsp suggestion for cayenne, which gave just enough heat and flavor, but is not overwhelming. Warming, but not really hot. You could add more if you prefer truly spicy.

I halved the rest of the recipe to make a single drink - her proportions will make two. Make sure to shake the ingredients with a lot of ice to get them nice and cold and blended well. I prefer the mellower aged flavor of reposada tequila so that’s what I buy, but I really don’t think it matters for this drink. 

I did try her suggestion to use rubbing spices for the rim and it was delicious. I’m going to try smoked paprika with salt next time.

My man, who eats every meal with a fork in one hand and a bottle of Sriracha sauce in the other, doesn’t like hot flavors in his cocktails. It was easy enough to make his drink plain by just using non-infused simple syrup in his glass and plain salt on the rim.

I’m officially a spicy drink convert. Once we hit the cooler months, I’m going to try this Chai Honey Old Fashioned. I like to drink the brown alcohols in the cooler months. 

Doña Bumgarner is a writer, artist, mama and a craft project-collector from way back. She loves Pinterest and uses it to help solve a household dilemma at least once a week (see her “pinned and done” board). She lives in Santa Cruz with her partner, their little one and his almost grown one, and a collection of cats and chickens. If you are needing extra support to ease into summer with the kids at home, find her Welcome To Summer resources and printables pack here. You can also connect with her on Instagram, Twitter, as well as on Pinterest, of course.