Do you stop to smell the flowers?

“Action is magic. When you start taking consistent action, you will see results!” -Marie Fowleo-

“A goal with out a plan is just a wish.” -Antoine de Saint-Expery-

Now…imagine a man with a violin playing in the subway…read on…

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.

Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule.

A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk.

A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work.

The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist.

Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the top musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written,with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story.

Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people.

The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty?

Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

Here’s the video

What have YOU noticed today?

Have you stopped to smell the flowers?

To play with your child instead of hurrying along?

To kiss your husband and appreciate how he washed the dishes or whatever?

To call an old friend?

To interact with a stranger?

To prepare food with your own hands and sit down and taste it?

To say thank you to someone…eliniz sağlik(health to your hands)

To notice how beautiful the ice has crystallized on the window (this is one of my favorite things in the morning…through one window when the sunlight illuminates it so beautifully!

Can you share with me something you noticed or appreciated today? Did you perceive beauty in the unusual?

The above necklaces are some more examples of OYA, the Turkish needle lace. The red is crocheted while the white and purple are woven using only a needle and thread…that will make slow down…

xo

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Busyness planning…

Well my darlings, many of you know of my craftiness and wanderlust and my hope to bundle it into a sweet business package or two:)

My biggest excuse or complaint is not that I can’t do it but my lack of time, or is it my own focus? This new path has not been paved for me before…Fresh asphalt found and laid by me…so…

I have enlisted help;

A: My most important job still is mother. And mothering is no joke. I have the utmost respect for single-mothers, all mothers truly! If you do it well that involves constant attention, teaching, monitoring, healthy food preparations and clean ups, laughter, patience and so much love but I am trying to balance it all a bit more. Chasing balance…(megs)

B: Between my own dear mother, my hubby and his enrollment in English courses that offer childcare it is such a gift! Dearest aunties and uncles close by are so sweet to help when they can!

C: Finding a schedule…I have to work in the mornings! This growing baby belly makes me sooooo sleepy other times of the day! Or evenings if a nap was fit in:)

D: I enrolled in a small business class at women venture to kind of figure out if this is a feasible, viable idea for me and my small growing family. Trying make a real go of it. Help with pricing and where to sells…so hard…the making and collecting is the fun part …not so much a fan of the rest of it:)

I have scratched the name Mavisu Designs and am leaning towards Tied to Travel?, Traveled and Tied? something…anyone help me brainstorm here…silken wanderlust?…

Here is my “elevator pitch” for the class…the 30 seconds you may have to tell someone what you do:

-Tied and traveled designs are my jewelry lines that evolved from two of my most life changing experiences, the loss of my father and living abroad(ultimately making a second home) in the country of Turkey.

-Tied: stems from repurposing my father’s stunning silk ties into modern, wearable art. Custom orders are very welcome to help you keep a bit of your loved one close.

-Traveled: While living in Turkey I was constantly inspired by bold colors and textures. These collections use hand-dyed Turkish silks, semi-precious stones, gold plated brass and hand-woven needle lace flowers with their own story to tell.

So…

This is a design I did for my sister using on of our Dad’s pasley ties(he could pull of anything and look handsome, even look manly in pink!), vintage buttons, rough cut dyed agates, baroque pearls and a little lace…

You like? I am kind of a tease as many of you said you liked my Turkish imports…but I promise I am getting my act together and things will be up for sale soon!

Thanks for reading…

Thanks for looking…

Thanks for the support…and patience…

xo

Where have you been?

Hello darlings, Any of you out there who still may stumble upon this blog…

Where have I been? Well…

I suppose I was/am nesting…

Nurturing that hilarious two year old with the exploding vocabulary while growing another little one in my belly. Motherhood is a busy little existence.

We walk in the snow, pushing strollers or pulling sleds depending on that great truth of Minnesota winters; the weather. Relishing in this year’s mildness. Feed the squirrels and the birds. Dig in snow and dirt. Walk across frozen lakes. Pet puppies and drink hot chocolate.

Lots of cooking going on in my momma’s kitchen(She is sharing her house again with us); The inspiration that is her own elegant presence and wealth of knowledge she is mixed with piles of cookbooks and cooking magazines and yes folks…all in the English language:)

We needed recovery time from the craziness of the holiday season, although enjoyed extended family time while we waited for our own small family to be reunited, my mysterious Turkish husband that wooed me in his land almost 5 years ago…

I have a consistent yoga practice now and feel pretty rockstar about my chaturanga dandasana done on my knees with a big round belly.

As of a week ago we feel more complete because baba(daddy) has joined us in Minnesota after 3 long months of separation. For days baby girl had to ask him, “no going?” for fear he may leave. Now they just laugh together. The kind of child’s giggle he evokes from her makes you smile no matter your mood! So nice to be together…I steal kisses all day long…

As we are a united front again it is nice to feel like we can settle in a bit here. It is no longer a place to come on vacation and fit into the cracks of everyone’s everyday life. Attempting to make Minnesota the home base(for now…yes I did just write that). Get a routine. Get a plan. Take some action together. Support each other.

How are you?

Gratitude and a million ideas to funnel…

As Thanksgiving has passed and December has really begun…

I am thankful even as my head spins and spins in circles.

spins with love.

spins with fear.

spins with the unknown, the excitement of that…the learning which way to go in that…

spins with longing.

spins with thoughts of tiny beings growing inside of me and nurturing ones next to me.

spins with ideas. many many ideas. Just how do you choose? Enlist help? Network? Patience?

Ideas have never been my problem it is the seeing them through, the patience it takes, the time devotion it takes…
Creative chaos

Upstairs my little two year old busily “helps” my saintly mother vacuum…I am pregnant…I think I need to find some more help…for my mother’s sake and ours…a schedule is a good thing.

Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.

It turns what we have into enough, and more.

It turns denial into acceptance, choas to order, confusion to clarity.

It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend.

Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.

-Melody Beattie

Out to hang Christmas lights. Play in in the inch of snow outside. Think. Enjoy mothering. Learn tips from the master…my mother.

The above is from the silk and stone line, calling it Mavisu Designs…what do you all think?

Handcrafted by artisans along the Aegean sea; Mavisu, the blue water of Turkey. Designed by a momma in Minnesota.

I miss the chickens…

Our neighbors had chickens. We had our dog. All the spare vegetable peels, fruit peels, breads and grains went to feed the chickens. All the meat and macaroni leftovers went to the dog. Nothing was wasted.

As we were moving from Didim the neighbors were too. As the house is their summer house and were headed back to Izmir for the winter. They, yes this happens and is delicious, killed some for meat and some how shoved a few live ones in their Mercedes Benz with them to give to his brother for his farm…real characters to say the least and really nice neighbors.

They left one behind, purposefully so our daughter who had made a daily ritual of walking across the lawn to visit wouldn’t be without one to feed and “chat with” (or scold) as the above photo shows. Or they figured we could have a nice meal one night.

I miss the fresh farm eggs. Every few days my husband and daughter would climb into the little white topless jeep, (carseatless, I prayed everytime) and drive down the dirt roads to go get fresh eggs from the local farmers. It was their cute little ritual which they both loved. At the farms our daughter would pet big cows and their calves, watch the chickens run and scratch for food, feed baby sheep and goats and just have a little thing she did with her “baba”-daddy. I miss my husband.

I miss my husband. She misses her daddy. He misses us but we will all make it through. There is skype…

I miss the chickens, our dog who had to go live with another family, I miss only eating seasonal foods, I miss the freshness of the produce, the pazar where you buy it and being able to taste it all before you buy it!

I miss family and food…that’s what life is all about I guess…

That said I am not looking back about our decision to give MN a try…for the family and food here…

I realize now the huge food waste in this country, portion size is off the charts and everything is wrapped and boxed in copious amounts of plastic. No dogs or chickens to feed the excess to at my mom’s house(although of course we could have them again outside the cities limits) but the city of Wayzata does have a great organics composting program which she faithfully participates in.

All around good to be back and life changes take time to settle into…xoxo

Will the grass be greener on this side of the Atlantic?

So an update is…

Enjoying fresh brewed coffee, yogurt with my mom’s homemade granola, kisses and cuddles from gram first thing in the morning and throughout the day…

Our daughter and I are in Minnesota.

maples, mums and green grass everywhere

Translating my baby girl’s Turkish for my family members…she is already picking up more English but I never want her to lose her Turkish…

We are not so patiently awaiting news that my husband’s immigrant visa has come through (please hurry gov!).

Taking long walks. Crunching through fallen leaves. Admiring the lake instead of the sea. Smelling that fresh water not the salty. The colors. Fall here means reds, oranges and yellows. Crisp in the air is fresh…awaiting the snow but enjoying the sun…

We spent the past weeks cuddling with baba, babanne, abi and hal. Laughs and tears always…always bittersweet.

Saying goodbye to our sweet(at times crazy) German Sheperd…that was harder than I expected…we had to give her to my husband’s friend…a new home.

Packing up the house is always a pain but I never let myself feel completely settled there…completely at home…all this moving in my life makes it so much easier to get rid of STUFF…it’s just stuff and there were plenty of people to absorb it into their lives and put it into good use…How quickly we collect stuff…

We have unloaded the stuff we did bring into grandma’s spare room. Checking out what we had left behind from previous visits/years too…hoping to sell some stuff, I mean treasures, unique finds…

Baby girl is happily playing with some treasures grandma had tucked away for her from our youth…

Happily spending time with each family member…

Thinking about health insurance, cell phones and bank statements…settling in… hopefully just outside the rat race…allowing it to be a slow transition…don’t get too panicked…

Hoping and working towards a jewelry and accessory line. Collected inspiration and physical pieces. Now it is making the plan and making the time…making a space for it…grandma’s are the best babysitters.

Soon to come…silks, stones, gold, colors, vintage buttons, fabric finds, estate sale treasures, hand-printed scarves, oya that is Turkish lace work…combining the explosion that is my life into one cohesive line…

Will the grass be greener here?

Literally speaking it is and it is everywhere!

Figuratively…we’ll see…

“Remember that happiness is a way of travel, not a destination.”
-Roy M. Goodman-

whipping wind and snail hunting…

The normally blue Aegean turns an eerie, gorgeous green when the storms whip through…

I know…it looks like a twister may pop up and whisk my polka dotted princess to Oz…but…

I assure you she would be singing the whole way there…she loved it!

sea…

sky…

land…

Shells make the perfect scoopers…

The rain, the storms are amazing in so many ways…but mainly…

we’re into…the snail hunting!

All those silly little slippery creatures come out with the moisture…stay curious!

That cute little fat “hannie”…

Thanks for joining us again on a nature walk…

this momma needs to get to sleep now…

my polka dotted princess AKA “the bigs” will be waking up before I know it!

xo

Planet Earth from the discover channel is on in the background…amazing our world! Much respect!