𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷  ☼  𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝔂𝓮𝓻 @ocean_bythesea

𝓞𝓬𝓮𝓪𝓷 ☼ 𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓵 𝓭𝔂𝓮𝓻

@ocean_bythesea

❦ The heady aroma of botanical dye, knitting, & poetry, delicately remixed with simple moments. 〰️ UPDATE: 19/04 @ 7pm BST ❦ Naturally-dyed yarn: ⤸

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Today feels like a soup of petals, they spin as I turn my spoon around the bowl.⁣⁣
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A flurry of 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 thoughts. ⁣⁣
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I need this moment to just breathe & remember what my dreams are.⁣⁣
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Self care is taking stock. Eyes closed.⁣⁣
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I’m standing in a meadow, apple tree by my side, it’s snowing cherry blossoms.⁣⁣
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I leave them tangled in my curls as I walk back home.⁣⁣
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I’m knitting the #ystäväcardigan designed by @jonnahoo ✨I’m using my botanically dyed yarn which will be in the shop on Friday ✨ Just the stitches I needed.

Today feels like a soup of petals, they spin as ...

Searching for pebbles of joy in every pocket.⁣
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What else will I find amongst the lint life has balled up?⁣
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Clinking at my side, each step a melodic reminder.⁣
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Secretly, I still wish. Knowing in these bones that it will be the thing that binds us.⁣
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There isn’t a hope for peace without confronting what holds us down.⁣
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As light streams in, I yearn for its truth, unfiltered and pure.⁣
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#orchardgrassstole by @woolful

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Pressed between chapters of translucent, faded paper.⁣⁣
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A memory stuck in time, destined to change once it flips across my mind.⁣⁣
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The rain sprinkled down, tickling noses, hands facing the sky, just checking to see the truth.⁣⁣
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A thick layer of grime has been washed away. Must we be used and not acknowledged?⁣⁣
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Colours are more vibrant after a spring storm.⁣⁣
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Pressed between chapters of translucent, faded paper.⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ A memory ...

A moment.⁣
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Altogether losing and finding oneself.⁣
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Thoughts crowd, gearing up to take as much as they can, will, can’t, might.⁣
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Hands swish, sky.⁣
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Hands dunk, berry.⁣
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Hands shake, tree.⁣
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Colours appear from the rising steam in my dye pots, sweet & mellow, I can taste the earth, in air.⁣
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Shoulders drop, a wobble happens at the knees, yet, I’m the steadiest I’ve ever been.⁣
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Drops of water seep under my gloves, I never could keep them on for long. A patch of water darkens the jute rug. Alive.⁣
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Feeling the wool, wet.⁣
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I say to those racing words in mind...⁣
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‘Gimmie Space...”⁣
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On tweed that is.⁣
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A moment.⁣ ⁣ Altogether losing and finding oneself.⁣ ⁣ Thoughts ...

Sunday reflections:⁣
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All of my favourite colours⁣⁣
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Their names I’ve yet to learn.⁣⁣
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I stared out until vision turned blurry,⁣⁣
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It was the clearest I’ve ever seen.⁣⁣
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To be.⁣
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Sunday reflections:⁣ ⁣ ⁣ All of my favourite colours⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ ...

A lens to widen my views⁣
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Pockets to pull dreams from. Form unveiled.⁣
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Shifting a pain, I correct the ways in which I’ve been shaped. Knitting together all that is me, everything that comforts this heart. ⁣
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Regardless of what you are here for, I hope these moments of time weave into those reasons.⁣
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More photography on the horizon.⁣
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A lens to widen my views⁣ ⁣ Pockets to pull ...

Thank you so much for all of your orders and lush words on Friday.⁣
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It’s bliss when you can find a few moments to listen to which thoughts paint across closed lids. ⁣⁣
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The meeting of needles, shoulder to shoulder, as they brush past each other.⁣⁣
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Pause.⁣⁣
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I dropped a stitch. ⁣⁣
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Eyes wide open, the light brilliant, a sepia wash of colour.⁣⁣
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It’s spring.⁣⁣
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Eyes closed & birdsong.⁣⁣
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I promise I can feel the sound of butterfly wings. Heart flutters. Flirtatious smiles traded with nature. ⁣⁣
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The flowers on the table shake, heartbeat radiates from my palms, through the wood. ⁣⁣
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Connection.⁣
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Thank you so much for all of your orders and ...

Shop update is live!⁣
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With sun rays reflecting on the first buds of springtime, I soaked colours for hours & more.⁣
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The melodic bubbling water & soap, dye with yarn, they were a soundtrack for slow moments.⁣
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Trip hop in the bounced off of the walls, reverberated through these rib cages. ⁣
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I strained colours with my hands & wiped rouge specks from the walls, here are the colours remixed from my dreams.⁣
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You can follow the link in my bio to checkout my Etsy shop ⁣
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Shop update is live!⁣ ⁣ With sun rays reflecting on ...

It’s been a while, how are you?
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I’ve come up for air after after years of tending to the nest, mothering an angel from out of this world, feeding and cuddles like randomised clockwork.⁣⁣
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I blink and it’s spring again, practically skipping with every step, nettles and butterflies make me want to sing. ⁣⁣
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I do.⁣⁣
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High pitched and gutteral, I could be a creature, born of this world, left to the salt of this earth, sprouting forth with clear roots. ⁣⁣
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Sinking deeply still.⁣⁣
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A free feeling.⁣⁣
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My curls climb higher, they have secrets.⁣⁣
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I undress in the frigid air, wanting to return as I was, I settle for a silk cami, layered under a woollen knit from these hands.⁣⁣
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The thing about a refresh is, I’m but a dew drop, slowing trickling down a morning bloom, still guided by my former & ever present self. ⁣⁣
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Catching light and letting go, shedding little layers...⁣⁣
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Edinburgh took from me what I no longer needed, hands on my shoulders, steadily turning me to face, the Sea, look.⁣⁣
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“What do you see?”⁣⁣
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I whisper quietly...⁣⁣
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“Everything.”⁣⁣
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Shop update featuring colours inspired by my trip to EYF, tomorrow @7pm GMT⁣

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Sunday reflections:⁣
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I squint whilst getting these words out, for my bedroom is a suntrap, effervescent bursts of light play across the curtains. Golden hues, streaks come and go with a carefree swath of emotion.⁣
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Directly mirroring how I feel as life flows on. ⁣
Some days, I am the shadow cast on the wall, long, dramatic, full of weight.⁣
Others, I feel the brilliance, sheer happiness that comes with lightheartedness. ⁣
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I am both.⁣
Mental health wasn’t a priority for me years ago, I don’t remember it being talked about. ⁣
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In many BIPOC communities, mental health is shunned, disregarded, brushed under the carpet. All to often, when we deeply require help, access to mental health resources aren’t present, causing trauma to be passed down like buckets of water tied to jute. We inherit unresolved issues from past gone, causing a flood of new baggage for the next to live with. We are told to shake what plagues us. ⁣
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I can pinpoint the moment when I noticed I was changed because of the world around me, 3 or 4 years old, sitting in an unfamiliar room, watching the dust specks turn to glitter in the sunlight. The room was dark, the carpet scratchy, and I knew lunch would be tomato soup, again. I don’t remember her face, our caretaker whom we lived with, I do remember she was white and I shivered when she was near. Her eyes were nothing like my mother’s sweet, honey coloured eyes. The rose buses in her garden were nice though. ⁣
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Something shifted. From then on I was always described as being moody. I only have memory to pull from, so these thoughts could be a combination of many things, then again, the cycle of remembering can like a game of years long telephone.⁣
The string fraying with each moment...⁣
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Today, I am focusing on dealing with my life, mental health, in ways that will ensure my child doesn’t shoulder any unwanted inheritance. The space to fully explore themselves, wildly. It’s imperfect, flawed, raw... somedays it means taking 2 hours on a bus to the secrets spot with swans and snowdrops. Or looking up BIPOC therapists in my area and then closing browsers after seeing the prices for an hour session.⁣(Continued in comments)

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The Yarn Club Update is now LIVE in the shop⁣!
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You can follow the Etsy shop link in my bio to check out this mystery club...
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‘Flow Daze’ has been inspired by:⁣
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Slow moments, ones that melt & drip into another, a continual cycle of connecting parts.⁣
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Invisible blankets we saw or felt, covering screaming voids. The feeling of understanding.⁣
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Renewed inspiration.⁣
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Clarity of colour, hushed tones turned vibrant, squinting watercolours, splashed speckles, it’s everything & something else. ⁣
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Pastel dreams of morning sunrises.⁣
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The brushing motion, clearing away thick layers of dust, revealing hidden treasures that will remain.⁣
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It’s the flow, the understanding, the true beauty.⁣
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A spiral of emotion, flow of hands, unwrapping what this immense life has handed us.⁣
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‘Flow Daze’⁣
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1 mystery skein of specially sourced, botanically dyed yarn, a mini skein, and a few hidden extras...⁣
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The Yarn Club Update is now LIVE in the shop⁣! ...

The inspiration behind my ‘iBlush’ colourway, as it soaks deeply into this yummy, BFL/masham single ply:⁣
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A flirtatious glance makes brown sugar melt, scrubbing away yesterday’s tension.⁣
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Holding up roses to soften the day, a Monday that pulled shoulders up, a puppeteer to a wooden toy.⁣
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Long eyelashes tangle my glance, a rush to be seen. ⁣
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Acknowledged with that universal nod.⁣
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‘I blush’.⁣
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The inspiration behind my ‘iBlush’ colourway, as it soaks deeply ...

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