New Website

October 23, 2017

Hey there! How the heck are you?? Whether you’ve been a longtime follower or whether you recently discovered this blog by Googling “the meaning of Bees”, you may have noticed that I don’t post here anymore. You can find me over at my website MayaLiladiVento.com, where I share things I’ve made like crystal jewelry and gnomes and mermaids:

and where I blog about my musings and travels and share awesome photos of nature:

You can also follow me on Instagram

And check out my Etsy shop!

I hope that’s not too much homework.

One last thing – I’m maybe possible someday going to do a newsletter with beautiful magical things, so if you want that delivered to your inbox, SUBSCRIBE TO MY MAILING LIST!

Your Life, My Life

January 4, 2011

Your life is a work of art. You are the artist. What does your masterpiece look like?

Sorry for the one-liner posts, but I feel like I’m drowning a bit over here. Something’s gotta give in my life, and I know what it is. It’ll happen soon.

By the way, I am eating some of my Insanely Tasty Guacamole as I type. I’d post the recipe but it’s my secret weapon for the Great Guac-Off of 2011, which will possibly occur on my birthday. Why so far off? Well on Jan 1st I started a 10-week No Intoxicants Challenge (no sugar/booze/caffeine; also no red meat or dairy – steak and cheese can definitely be intoxicating) and I want to be able to have a Mango Margarita and cheese and carnitas at the Guac-Off.

Oh – I also started another month-long Consumer Fast on the first. No buying non-necessities! I love the clarity that comes with clearing all the isht out of my life – at least as far as choices and emotional energy and money energy goes. Now I just need to do that in my physical space…time to declutter!

From the No Intoxicants, already my skin is clearing up (I get more and more sensitive to crap/conventional food as time goes on, and that manifests in acne and psoriasis), my sense of smell is getting sharper (that can be good or bad), my jeans are no longer squeezing me like a sausage, and I don’t feel the strong impulse to nap at my desk by 3pm.

Win.