
If only I could convey with words the smell of piñon smoke, sound of geese flying overhead, and cold kiss of snowflakes on cheeks. The softness of wet earth under muddy boots and bright, red willows. Winter in Northern New Mexico.
Sunrise By Mary Oliver You can die for it– an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light. But this morning, climbing the familiar hills in the familiar fabric of dawn, I thought of China, and India and Europe,…
Six weeks ago, I came to LA with a prayer; if this is the right move for me, please let it be obvious. And if it isn’t, please let that be obvious too. I didn’t know what I expected to happen once I arrived, but as a dear friend put it “it’s not a big…
What are you Thankful for? I am so thankful to be alive at this point in time and space. For pumpkin pie. For my dear family and friends. For the awakening and transformation I have felt and witnessed in myself and the world in recent weeks, months, and years. For the beautiful house I am…
Smagik is Claire Sandrin’s personal blog of writing and photographs dedicated to finding beauty in the everyday. It covers everything from how to brand yourself as a creative, making a professional pivot in middle age, travels to Amsterdam, and recipes for grain free chocolate zucchini cake. Join me for the adventure that is this life!