tag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:/blogs/blog-post-1?p=4Blog Post 12018-10-27T03:10:33-07:00Shelly Rudolphfalsetag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/48107892017-08-10T23:03:55-07:002017-08-11T02:01:35-07:00AUGUST MOONSONGAugust moon, melts my heartHow long I have...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/4326f8a9601c299090b2732e92b71213/tumblr_ouibijo8fx1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>AUGUST MOONSONG</p><p>August moon, melts my heart<br>How long I have waited, for this final thaw<br>August moon, spills me out<br>In a pool of sonnets, while the breeze cools on by<br>Just you and I, August moon.</p><p>Take my heart, such as it is<br>Pieced together, with winters we won’t mention<br>Take my song, to your lips<br>Broken and parched, such as it is<br>Such as it is…<br>Just you and I, August moon</p><p>Lift me up<br>Please, just drink me in<br>Gulp me or sip me whatever you choose<br>There’s nothing but this game of me to lose</p><p>Once I was lost, now am found<br>Or tonight I believe <br>That all is this is true</p><p>For you and I, August moon<br>For you and I, August moon<br>Just you and I, Just you and I<br>Now let us kiss.</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46913172017-04-30T09:54:42-07:002018-02-13T16:43:16-08:00Slowly I Go (excerpt)<a href="https://youtu.be/Ks3Q-Y88Ouo">Slowly I Go (excerpt)</a>: <p>DAY 1: THE POWER OF MUSIC<br> I was taking my own medicine this
morning, meaning: singing this song in hopes of centering, of calming my
anxious body-mind when it hit me: going slowly is like a whole body,
whole being prayer. Rushing about, I ignore the truth that every little
molecule, every little morsel of life - this sink, this toothbrush, this
monkey mind - is pure love, pure magic, truly a gift. I can try to make
myself see and feel this truth by adding a gratitude mantra to
my already overloaded list of self-help to-do’s OR I can simply hum
this song and suddenly… I am breathing and smiling, living and loving
true. Ahhh the power of poetry and song!! So delicious. </p><p>
That’s why I’m committed to “following my passion,” and traveling this
rocky path of being an artist. It’s not my flame that keeps me burning,
it’s the flame of The Soul, which ignites us all. May your souls shine
bright today lovelies! Thank you for listening. xoxo</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46758282017-04-18T13:48:12-07:002017-04-18T15:47:31-07:00DAY 1. FIGHTING LIONS WITH FEATHERS How to Keep It All Together...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/ee4729a1add1ab586ee724d3f853f670/tumblr_oomhscQyfm1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>DAY 1. FIGHTING LIONS WITH FEATHERS </p><p><br>How to Keep It All Together in “Times Like These”<br>The only way I know is to not.</p><p>Rather, to let it all go.Let the heart break over and over</p><p>To reveal that it can never truly be broken.<br>Let the soul fall down, dig deep</p><p>To unearth the shards of fear, of shame, of doubt, of fury</p><p>And then invite the world wholly in<br>Invite the world to melt in</p><p>To finally and holy dissolve in</p><p>To the sweet amber core of our heart’s treasure<br>Where we are all one.<br>Hold me gentle close, won’t you?<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46481602017-03-27T16:38:15-07:002017-03-27T21:34:09-07:00DAY 39: FEAR AS ALLY
“Do one thing everyday that scares...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/7efbf8d0e2e42fbc58241f929a3196e0/tumblr_onhyzrfJiH1sgu3epo1_250.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>DAY 39: FEAR AS ALLY </p>
<p>“Do one thing everyday that scares you.” Well maybe not everyday! But yes, more often then not. Why? </p>
<p>Well, I’m finding more and more that what I dream of doing with my life, what I feel called to do by Life, is also what terrifies me. As if fear is at the threshold of “following my bliss.” </p>
<p>I do not think that this arrangement is by accident nor is it some sort of twisted joke played on us little humans. </p>
<p>Fear lurks at the “threshold of bliss” because we will do all we must to get through to the other side, to answer this call of our soul. We will meet fear head on because we have no alternative and in this true meeting we will discover that fear is an ally. </p>
<p>Fear, like everything, is made of love. Fear wants to be transformed into love, to be sent home to love. </p>
<p>Fear invites us to grow, to stretch, to love that which we have called unlovable. </p>
<p>What power we reclaim in this alliance! </p>
<p>So. Here is to following your soul siren’s call to a heroic adventure of wild love and bliss! See you on the other side ;)<br>
Xoxox</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46463122017-03-26T10:44:41-07:002017-03-26T11:06:00-07:00All At OnceThis exquisite fullnessThis preciously...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/50b46afb3251139749ecbf15c388907a/tumblr_onfnyhrXLk1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><b>All At Once</b></p><p>This exquisite fullness</p><p>This preciously painful
awareness</p><p>Of the sweetness that is All</p><p>So tenuous so strenuous
to pretend otherwise</p><p>This piercing heartbreak
of beauty</p><p>Leaves dancing, mouths
lying</p><p>Humanity</p><p>Trying, trying, trying</p><p>All calls me to tears to
laughter to furrowed brow</p><p>To the lure of wine, to
the most sublime heartbreak</p><p>As the beloved, in its mysterious
guises, pieces me back together </p><p>This human heart mends in
the most crucial places</p><p>Ready to fall again, already
falling</p><p>Already following the
call</p><p>Of blossoming rocks</p><p>Of silent singing</p><p>Of echoless bewilderment</p><p>How can it all be at
once?</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46301082017-03-14T13:01:44-07:002017-03-14T17:17:16-07:00DAY 33: HULLABOO
Is this where we are? Day 33? In my...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/5ec0a40996dfda0da967894f5e5a217b/tumblr_omtmawc4211sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>DAY 33: HULLABOO<br>
Is this where we are? Day 33? In my non-sequential journey here? Who knew keeping the numbers straight would be the biggest challenge for me? Well, I should have know that I suppose. Straight lines are surely not my strong suit. </p>
<p>Thank you Wild lovelies for being here with me on this meandering leap towards love and connection. More to come as we circle ‘round to Day 40, always buzzing about Love’s sweet HULLABOO. Xoxo !</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46157632017-03-03T11:32:23-08:002017-03-03T14:33:27-08:00TRUTH BE TOLD
Today I find myself Lost
Searching for...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/89012f246fc4d0e2eb479d1c4e476335/tumblr_om97lz473L1sgu3epo1_400.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>TRUTH BE TOLD </p>
<p>Today I find myself Lost<br>
Searching for faith<br>
Pawing through my bags of promise<br>
Searching for tricks<br>
to tame the mind, to soothe the soul but Truth Be Told<br>
I just want to lose it all</p>
<p>I just want to dance all night,<br>
drink too much and fall in loose inappropriate love <br>
Again and again and again. <br>
Yes. <br>
I just want to lose it all</p>
<p>Because Keeping It Together<br>
is much too hard <br>
And how can it be so hard<br>
when I should/could be blessing every moment that I am free to walk my own self down this great good luck garden path life of mine</p>
<p>Oh Yes. <br>
I know that I should know what I know<br><br>
I know the foolishness of squandering any -every moment of This. <br>
I know the shame of drowning in a sea of my own making. <br>
I know by heart the story of the mermaid who forgot how to swim. </p>
<p>And yet <br>
And yet <br>
Today I find myself sinking. <br>
Grasping for my Mary Poppins remedies and they just ain’t working no mo’ no mo’<br>
I just want.</p>
<p>I just want to lose it all <br>
At the hands of an over-perfumed, over-endowed languid lover who knows how to lead.</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46140942017-03-02T10:09:07-08:002022-04-27T03:22:31-07:00The promise of spring…<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/b59b5b41b8e747787f40c94ab417eff0/tumblr_om7937TqBa1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>The promise of spring…</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46068402017-02-25T10:50:22-08:002017-02-25T16:17:07-08:00DAY 27: The Sky’s Soft Skirt
“Awake awhile. It does...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/6cf464ade87d04141ce4431b0292c83c/tumblr_oly1nyYcAJ1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>DAY 27: The Sky’s Soft Skirt</p>
<p>“Awake awhile. It does not have to be forever. Right now. One step on the sky’s soft skirt would be enough. Awake awhile. Just one True moment of Love will last for days.” - Hafiz</p>
<p>Good morning blue sky lovelies! So grateful for you all sweet hearts. Enjoy enjoy xoxox</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/46026802017-02-22T12:35:47-08:002017-02-22T17:33:53-08:00MORNING SONG
Morning song
Sparrow sonnets
Spirits shimmer...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/caa7710dfa343ae7c8b9669c547a029e/tumblr_olsmjoVYkr1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>MORNING SONG</p>
<p>Morning song<br>
Sparrow sonnets<br>
Spirits shimmer free</p>
<p>Winter fog<br>
Dreamtime lingers<br>
Nestled in stillness</p>
<p>Tree mantras <br>
Guide us inward<br>
Soaring on leafy wings </p>
<p>Bursting with love at the seams <br>
I’ve outgrown my worry coats<br>
I’ve shed these fear gloves</p>
<p>Tenderly I yell<br>
Skirts above my knees<br>
Hooray for this day!</p>
<p>Blowing kisses at the mud colored prophet birds<br>
Opening the door <br>
Everything is more and nonetheless there is nothing that I need</p>
<p>Sparrow sonnets <br>
Color my day silver blue <br>
Held in life’s endless embrace</p>
<p>And why not<br>
And why not<br>
And why not<br>
Sing too?</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45937272017-02-16T08:31:36-08:002017-02-16T14:05:54-08:00DAY 21: WILD PRECIOUS YOUI woke up this morning with this iconic...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/bb275e3927ff16f1f3bfa4223af199a9/tumblr_olh78oa1Mp1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>DAY 21: WILD PRECIOUS YOU</p><p>I woke up this morning with this iconic Mary Oliver poem on my lips. Walked downstairs to see “my” sweet sparrow at her post on the gate, singing full voice to the shimmering branches. Yes. I say. Today is the day to live (and love) large. xoxo!</p><p>THE SUMMER DAY - Mary Oliver <br>Who made the world?Who made the swan, and the black bear?Who made the grasshopper?This grasshopper, I mean–the one who has flung herself out of the grass,the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down –who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.I don’t know exactly what a prayer is.I do know how to pay attention, how to fall downinto the grass, how to kneel in the grass,how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fieldswhich is what I have been doing all day.Tell me, what else should I have done?Doesn’t everything die at last, and too soon?Tell me, what is it you plan to doWith your one wild and precious life?<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45887832017-02-13T13:55:25-08:002017-02-13T15:17:03-08:00Cupid’s Breath<p>February, then suddenly</p><p>Your sunshine face with my name on your lips<br>The plum blossom gathers its wings inside my heart where I am shy.</p><figure data-orig-height="365" data-orig-width="236"><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/ed868417f403c181be16900c71daa59c/tumblr_inline_olc2f6jvY31s86ltd_540.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45855202017-02-10T11:30:28-08:002017-02-10T16:47:02-08:00One Day<figure data-orig-height="300" data-orig-width="236"><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/e52f7d7d11e3dbc9e266ba9aa38ccb1c/tumblr_inline_ol2tol1AU81s86ltd_540.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure>One day she left it all. <br><p> For the mere scent of a gardenia. </p><p> No man attached.<br> No plan attached. </p><p> She just up and left.<br> For her body could no longer bear <br> Winter or tights <br> Or the all too infrequent and oddly jagged dance of the Western world. </p><p> Even lilac wine could not keep her here. <br> No. </p><p> Thick air <br> Unabashedly seeped in perfume and sweat and dirt.<br> Air too full to move. <br> Her body <br> Her soul <br> Her life <br> Required this. </p><p> What will become of her?<br> One day.</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45837552017-02-09T11:30:33-08:002020-09-22T21:46:45-07:00The Way We Love<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="362" data-orig-width="482"><img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/5d461d49f06e91f3423a4ee799741a96/tumblr_inline_ol2tglUWzo1s86ltd_540.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /></figure><p> Infinity’s pastries we are <br> Buttery layered lovers of God <br> Some crunchy, some bittersweet <br> All of us nutty in our embrace </p><p> The Divine’s sweet tooth propels us Towards <br> Imploring: Bite in! <br> Use both hands! <br> Lick your plate. </p><p> Now is no time to diet <br> Nor for reducing the fat in your secret-recipes <br> Love large! <br> Love as only You can. </p><p> Drench yourself in honey <br> Roll around in the violets <br> Scoop yourself up with a sugar-coated spoon <br> And serve. <br> We are all hungry for the taste only you can give. </p><p> Please! Do not worry about the crumbs you might leave <br> In your lover’s beard <br> Or if your batter is free of lumps. <br> There is no time to waste! <br> There is no right way to kiss <br> All lips open the Beloved’s door. </p><p> “This is how I love” whispers your tongue <br> So why not open wide and belt it out? <br> The trees are already humming along <br> Shamelessly draping their embrace <br> Over the earth for all these years <br> And what do you think those insects buzz on about? <br> Stirred as they are by the sun’s sweaty song </p><p> Or the waxy gardenias <br> Luxuriating in their own luscious scent <br> Listen: This is the way I love. <br> This is the way, <br> Love.</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45818242017-02-08T11:46:10-08:002017-02-08T12:05:57-08:00SOUL COMFORT<p>How do we live in love, stay on path in times like these? How do we comfort our souls, how do we comfort our beloveds, our neighbors, our unmet selves? How do we nurture and soothe our love-magma cores so that we are free to shine bright once more… fueled by this unlimited source power that we truly are? I don’t know, but I’m working on it.</p><p>As usual, I turn to poetry-medicine to take me Home, to re-align myself body + soul. Hope it helps guide you there too. I love all you sweeties so much. xoxo</p><p> This exquisite fullness,</p><p>This piercing heartbreak of beauty</p><p>Leaves dancing</p><p>Mouths lying</p><p>Humanity trying, trying, trying</p><p>Blossoming rocks </p><p>Silent singing</p><p>Echoless bewilderment </p><p>How can it be all at once? </p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45728092017-02-01T13:16:04-08:002017-02-01T17:17:10-08:00DAY 8: FAITH<iframe width="400" height="225" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/oaUZyA8RmdI?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br><p>DAY 8: FAITH<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45683712017-01-29T12:46:52-08:002017-01-29T14:34:02-08:00WINTER BREAKS<p>Winter breaks <br>And my heart too <br> <br>Soft and tender shoots <br>Bursting, thirsting towards the shining <br>And even the snow delights in the melting <br>Of this meeting <br> <br>While inside <br>The mountains sigh <br>As their winter coat is lifted <br>And their silent song is carried <br>By the birds once more <br> <br>The river smooths her gown <br>For the heron’s landing <br>And we are all folded in <br>The silence of her silvery charms <br>Content in our yearning <br> <br>Easy to be <br>Gathering mossy poems <br>To nest in quiet branches <br>Gentle and safe <br>Like the arms of a sweet-lipped lover <br> <br>Spring calls.<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45677902017-01-28T11:03:04-08:002017-01-28T15:33:35-08:00Day 4: Let It Be Simple What does the world need from...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/1299d1e8b03374fa8c56fb2313190c1f/tumblr_oki7l4n3fQ1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>Day 4: Let It Be Simple </p><p>What does the world need from me?<br></p><p>“You are pushing too hard my dear! Rest. Rest in love. No, REALLY. Rest your mind body soul. The world needs this: The permission to lay it all down. </p><p>You do not
need to make a poem or song or promotion of this. Let the way you move
through the day be your art. Let it be this simple.”</p><p>Ay! so hard to let it be simple. Ok. Here I go. Trying. Not. To. Try. Ommmmm</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45669952017-01-27T11:56:23-08:002017-01-27T16:33:32-08:00DAY 3:What does the world need from me? LA SAGESSEI began my...<iframe width="400" height="225" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/r-Z8K8Azb-M?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br><p>DAY 3:What does the world need from me? LA SAGESSE</p><p>I began my tune in to this question with the guidance of shamans. <br></p><p>Shaman Sandra said: “Settle in to your work in the invisible realms.” Ahhhh yes!” said I. <br></p><p>I knew it was a wholehearted yes because suddenly my runny nose and sniffles and aches receded in to the background, as the invisible sea of love+joy washed over me.</p><p>The voice within said: “Today, cultivate stillness. Commit to your work with the invisible. Rest in this wisdom.” <br></p><p>Shaman Mikki then led me to La Sagesse, a paradise hotel on the island of Grenada where I (amazingly!) spent time with my mamma. I let myself dissolve into the deep heat-perfect sea-nutmeg breeze magic of this. When I emerged, feeling sleepy peaceful, I looked up La Sagesse so I could share it with you. It’s meaning a francais? WISDOM. Get outta town! Yep. It’s true.</p><p>So here it is for your pleasure, body+soul. Enjoy! xoxo and see you tomorrow!<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45555782017-01-18T15:25:57-08:002017-01-18T20:17:13-08:00A NEW APPROACHSome people pull on it gently,This rope to...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/874aff6d1fab955fd0fe638fe5a25e38/tumblr_ok0139laUa1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br>A NEW APPROACH<p><br>Some people pull on it gently,<br>This rope to heaven<br>Others hoist themselves right up<br>Neverminding the burning<br>These days I just stare at it<br>And hope to start a fire that way.<br><br>Remaining earthbound here<br>I think I need a new approach.<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45432492017-01-09T13:26:22-08:002017-01-09T14:17:13-08:00Reading about/listening to this album this morning brought tears...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/485236ab0a10f753122e895144755b1e/tumblr_ojix2w7Oa71sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>Reading about/listening to this album this morning brought tears to my eyes and a lit a fire in my belly. While quite different than my Wild Bird Project it comes from the one, the same, the only-ever source. How marvelous and mysterious and magical that is! Wow. Rumi’s Big Love message is demanding to be shared in song - the direct pathway to the heart. Oh the urgency I feel to rise up my voice! Soon soon. Though never soon enough it seems ;) xoxo<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45420202017-01-08T15:02:08-08:002017-01-08T15:47:22-08:00I have a terrible 2 day headache. Hollis threw up. Several...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/04c507a064a54e4d42e159df43c491ad/tumblr_ojhhbkiHIm1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>I have a terrible 2 day headache. Hollis threw up. Several times. So, stuck in bed with my sick son while freezing rains fall, I write:</p><p><b>Haikus for January</b></p><p>Ice breaks off branches<br>My beautiful boy vomits <br>Work remains undone <br></p><p><br></p><p>Icy bamboo bows <br>Smoke caresses frozen sky <br>The cat’s paw twitches</p><p><br></p><p>One narcissus blooms<br>Searching stacks for Taj Mahal<br>Keeping hope alive <br></p><p><br></p><p>Silky dresses hide <br>Snowy tracks hint of robins <br>Wool socks must be found</p><p><br></p><p>Wind cracks icy leaves <br>Sea turtles somewhere swim free <br>The liquor store, closed </p><p>————————————-<br>Hee. ;)<br>And laugh. </p><p>Xoxo! </p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45420212017-01-08T14:41:41-08:002017-01-08T15:47:22-08:00shellyrudolph:Dreaming of the homeland….
ommmmmmmmmm<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/077503028a63059f364f16f04a9e111f/tumblr_ojh3cduhqI1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p><a href="https://shellyrudolph.tumblr.com/post/155583195921/dreaming-of-the-homeland" class="tumblr_blog">shellyrudolph</a>:</p><blockquote><p>Dreaming of the homeland….</p></blockquote>
<p>ommmmmmmmmm<br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45417952017-01-08T10:00:12-08:002017-01-08T10:06:24-08:00Dreaming of the homeland….<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/077503028a63059f364f16f04a9e111f/tumblr_ojh3cduhqI1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>Dreaming of the homeland….</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45393472017-01-05T17:58:20-08:002017-01-05T20:05:29-08:00Trying to stay warm…this helps!<iframe width="400" height="225" id="youtube_iframe" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/-KfbKtmSIyY?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=https://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br><br><p>Trying to stay warm…this helps!</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45358882017-01-03T11:45:50-08:002020-01-21T21:39:41-08:00“What one heart can do for another heart, is there any...<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/372fd24f33f6e1340637495edcbb3b47/tumblr_oj6wfgMpYS1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>“What one heart can do for another heart, is there any beauty in the world that can match this?” Wow. And no, there isn’t. ❤️️❤️️❤️️</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45353212017-01-03T09:34:45-08:002018-10-18T23:52:53-07:00School started again today! I packed my bag for the studio with...<iframe class="spotify_audio_player" src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify%3Atrack%3A4PXOll0qntgOfTZnPuGOl8&view=coverart" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" width="540" height="620"></iframe><br><br><p>School started again today! I packed my bag for the studio with the following items: a bright blue sundress, new colored pencils, a book of Rumi and a bottle of rum. Yes!</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45347412017-01-02T17:45:33-08:002017-01-02T23:16:47-08:00The Jerk: The new phonebook is here!<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-rTcfKfXwqo">The Jerk: The new phonebook is here!</a>: <p>Launched my new website <a href="http://www.shellyrudolph.com">www.shellyrudolph.com</a> today! Can’t help but think of this ;) <br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45229272016-12-22T20:41:46-08:002016-12-22T22:48:08-08:00Self Portrait with Afternoon Champagne & Golden Sink....<img src="https://68.media.tumblr.com/81646a6cd5f61dde919d9825c79450dc/tumblr_oimfpmq4mc1sgu3epo1_500.jpg" class="size_orig justify_inline border_" /><br><br><p>Self Portrait with Afternoon Champagne & Golden Sink. #holidaygigshooray #shellyrudolph #afternoonchampagne #tomgrant #fancytimes</p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45207422016-12-21T09:47:29-08:002016-12-21T12:16:54-08:00Promenade Sentimentale - Sentimental Walk from DIVA<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=97bWyr3eClI">Promenade Sentimentale - Sentimental Walk from DIVA</a>: <p>Hearing this gorgeous peaceful melody in my head today…. ahhhh. <br></p>Shelly Rudolphtag:www.shellyrudolph.com,2005:Post/45142282016-12-16T11:17:23-08:002016-12-16T11:19:58-08:00How to live<p>“What in your life is calling you,<br>when all the noise is silenced,<br>the meetings adjourned,<br>the lists laid aside,<br>and the wild iris blooms by itself<br>in the dark forest,<br>what still pulls on your soul?” — Rumi<br><br></p>Shelly Rudolph