Thursday Work Party, June 13 [Photos] — Green Acres Permaculture Village


Last Thursday saw the weather turn brisk for June. After several thunderstorms rolled through it felt more like early spring or fall! I walked 1.4 miles to get to Green Acres for that morning’s work party and enjoyed the smells on the air that reminded me of my grandmother’s home in the Appalachian hills of Virginia.


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New Work: Antique Orchid || Decorative Print [Update]

One of a series of orchids which bloomed during a study retreat. I’ll be making this available as a large canvas print as well, so do check back for an update.
During my four month retreat, a lot changed in the world. I was hosted by a professor of deep ecology in Bloomington, Indiana while he was traveling and teaching throughout Europe and points East, from January through April. The country was quite different upon their return and frankly, so was I. I’ll be writing about those changes here, doing a bit of traveling myself and sharing more of my photographic work. Something I’ve neglected far too long after an 8 year stint as a media analyst.
I’m choosing beauty. And also finding permaculture is a means of designing a life of beauty and abundance.
My psyche thanks me almost daily for ditching analysis and following my heart and my photographer’s wandering eye. ~ Gabrielle

Antique Orchid || Art print @ Zazzle Pro Gallery || by Gabrielle Jones Price 

[UPDATE] Now available in wrapped canvas. Large wall sizes are available – contact me for a custom fit for any room!

For all the cracked pots

A Water Bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a hole which she carried across her neck.  One of the pots had a crack in it, while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walk from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.  For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to her house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect for which it was made.  But, the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it was meant to do.  After years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, the cracked pot spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream.

“I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.  I have been able to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.  Because of my flaws, you have more work to do and you don’t get full value from your efforts.”

The bearer smiled and said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?  That’s because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path.

Every day as we walk back, you have watered them.

For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table. Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.”