A Sister Story: The Walker Family
“Receiving a gift of Waxing Poetic is so special because you know that the person who gave it to you really knows your personality.”
http://youtu.be/Lsuv4mt9W8s
Sisters Ella, Georgie and Tamsyn Walker each share the story of their individual journeys, and the personal style they cultivate through their Waxing Poetic collection. When the Walker sisters aren’t hanging out at their Santa Ynez Valley, California ranch, they are travelling the world, studying abroad, working in the city and getting ready to go off to college. This is a look into the lives of three sisters, with three very different personal styles and three big things in common: their authentic expression of giving, their zeal for life, and their tight loving bond with each other.
Here the Walker sisters collectively create a Mother’s Day story necklace for their Mom. Watch the video to see more, what pieces they choose and why.
Song "We Come And Go" by Jaret Campisi
Guided by Wishes

to be remembered
to be loved
to be cheered
to be gracious
to be grateful
to be inspired
to be determined
to be stronger
to be brighter
to be bolder
to be truer
to be held
to be cherished and to cherish more
to be inspiring
to be gentle
to be true
to be marvelous
to be a grand success
to be a small but pivotal element in a greater victory
to be loved and to love and to keep loving
to be rewarded
to reward
to make peace
to make wonder
to make dreams into deeds
to live beautifully
A Mother’s Blessing

Mother, Mom, Mommy, Ma, Mama, Momma, Mami, Mimi – this is for you who
Held our hands, kissed our knees, straightened our stances, and showed us the world
One marvel at a time — read us stories, taught us colors, wore our macaroni jewels, saved our crusty tempera paintings from the 2nd grade, taught us dignity + humor, taught us how to use our hearts as best we could (and as best you did, always): to LOVE…
Bless you, bless you, bless you.
Live True

Risk! Risk anything! Care no more for the opinion of others, for those voices. Do the hardest thing on earth for you. Act for yourself. Face the truth.
Thanks, Katherine Mansfield, we couldn’t agree more.
A Wedding Wish

May you be brave in your love. May you be steadfast.
May you be truthful, patient, forgiving,
willing to be surprised, gracious, compassionate,
willing to yield, willing to bend,
unafraid of experiments and compromises,
undaunted by old fears and foolish notions of unexplained,
unarticulated but perfect harmony –There is harmony to be had, surely, and perfect imperfectness to revel in, but you are the heroes and heroines of this story, you are the authors and the objects of this narrative and you owe it to one another and the world to be as true and present and real and kind and flawed and beautiful and sometimes awkward and often uncertain but certainly willing to grow and learn and revel in the journey…
…because LOVE is our universal birthright, our greatest salvation, and our most unwavering truth – and now, together, you stand before friends and family and the world writ large and affirm your commitment to LOVE and to one another and this action is magical and transformative. You are now and will always be brave for it.
A peek of Spring, a bit of Luck, and a lot of smiles

A little over halfway through this month, we get all green, giddy and shamrock-y over Good Luck, and St. Patricks Day. And with good cause!
Good Luck.
Give luck.
Have luck.
Wish luck.
Luck of the _________.
We love Ireland, of course! But luck isn’t limited to St. Pats (although it surely is a part of it), or one day in March – Luck, you might be surprised to consider, is a renewable resource. Something we can share, and pass on, if just by sheer stubbornness and will. Luck isn’t generated by the special coin in your pocket, it’s the belief and the story BEHIND that coin, it’s the person who gave it to you (or maybe the person who bumped you in line and caused you to look down and LO: a 1941 steel penny. Wow!). To that end: give some more. At will. And wear some green, or we might pinch you!
Ever Tied
Love holds us all really
A binding fiber sure but also
A throughline and OH MAMA
I will never be unknitted from you
Even if I tried (I didn’t)
Even if I wanted (I don’t)
Even if I lost a thread (it can’t happen)
Your skeins made me possible
And your love made me real