Handmade Blueberry Ink with a Heart of Hyacinths

Handmade Blueberry Ink with a Heart of Hyacinths

I am sitting in the kitchen. Walk On The Wild Side (Tok Tok Tok version) playing on the music machine. This post is in real-time format:)


I am trying to make some blue ink. To this purpose I cut off all the flowers from my dying hyacinths. Water and flowers in a pot. Now I’m waiting for the water to boil away. The water is green. It smells like hyacinths and vegetables. I wonder…

Hyacinths on Wood

The Space Between

Over the last months I’ve been on a journey to renew my sense of wonder. To find the art that there is to everything. Helping me on my journey:

  • Misty Mawn’s art workshop Make/Do Art
  • Elena Brower’s Art of Attention meditation workshop
  • Danielle LaPorte’s ‘What would you do to feel the way that you want to feel’ Day Planner

The ink still looks green. Rather cabbagey. I think if it stays like this I will add blueberries. It will still be natural and that’s the point. Handmade ink with earthy ingredients. Maybe I didn’t take enough flowers. I could add either turmeric to make a yellowy-green or blueberries. What do I feel like? I think blue. Might be a bit dirty, but that’s ok. The hyacinths deserve a second life.

About to start reading The Balance Within by Esther M. Steenberg, M.D. It’s about the Science Connecting Health and Emotions. The Wasington Post review on the back starts with “Uncommonly artful…”

See, it’s the theme for me right now – to live an artful life.

The Balance Within
I am also following Lilla Rogers’ #bemorewoowoo videos. She is sooooo cool. Calls herself our fairy art mother in her online workshops. I’ve noticed that woowoo isn’t always welcome in all circles. But Michi and I binge-watched Star Wars on the weekend and come on, Star Wars is super-woowoo. When you believe in the force, you’re kind of part of the “woowoos”. “Use your feelings, Obi-Wan, and find him you will.” – Yoda. The woowoo-closet out of I will come :)

The ink is ready now and very blueberry. So I’ll call it Blueberry ink with a heart of hyacinths. I will go make a label now, while the ink is cooling down.

Ink Pot Label

Tada! Handmade Ink

I added a bit of rubbing alcohol to keep the ink a bit longer. And done!  This was interesting. The ink pot spilled over when I opened it for the first time after adding the label. That’s ok. There’s something nice about the stains left after we spill over. Like learning or memories or change and new beginnings. And now my label has character.


blueberry ink with a heart of hyacinths

blueberry ink with a heart of hyacinths

the river does not dry up

Be wild; that is how to clear the river.

The river does not flow in polluted,

we manage that.

The river does not dry up,

we block it.

If we want to allow it its freedom,

we have to allow our ideational lives

to be let loose,

to stream,

letting anything come,

initially censoring nothing.

That is creative life.

It is made up of divine paradox.

To create one must be willing to be stone stupid,

to sit upon a throne on top of a jackass and

spill rubies from one’s mouth.

Then the river will flow,

then we can stand in the stream of it raining down.

-Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estès