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I am UmberDove.

And by that, I mean an artist.  One who hears stories in the wind, who paints because it is what her soul tells her to do, who smiths because the muse moves through her fingertips, who loves nothing more than the promise of an unexplored trail, the sound of the ocean in her ears, and scent of a serious cup of coffee.


The Week in Five Senses


Something in me is filling up.

I debated this morning about giving you the minute by minute commentary (or at least some abbreviated version) but in better judgement decided to share the distilled essences that my five senses experienced.

~ Scent ~
The heady pungence of cedar essential oil
The warmth of leather (and more leather, and then some more leather)
The tang of salt water atomized by pounding surf
Fresh coffee at dawn

~ Taste ~
Spicy winter squash pilled with arugula
Cardamom ice cream
Blueberry buttermilk muffins dampened by rain
Spring rolls dipped in peanut sauce


~ Touch ~
Damp, gritty wood in a duck blind
Hot tea to-go cupped between my fingers
Solid, heavy handled butter knives
The suppleness of elk hide

~ Sight ~
Eye contact with a lone coyote
The hills of California greener than Ireland could ever boast
Walls painted in Caribbean Blue 
The richness of fall leaves still in full color

~ Sound ~
The hooting of owls at dusk
Allison singing in the shower
The dull thud of a rubber mallet on leather tools
The scratch of pencil on paper in the otherwise silent night


All that to say,
Something in me is filling up.