Friday, January 28, 2011

tgif!



:you look like the right type:

may my heart always be open to little...

may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
whatever they sing is better than to know
and if men should not hear them men are old

may my mind stroll about hungry
and fearless and thirsty and supple
and even if it’s sunday may i be wrong
for whenever men are right they are not young

and may myself do nothing usefully
and love yourself so more than truly
there’s never been quite such a fool who could fail
pulling all the sky over him with one smile

- may my heart always be open to little by e.e. cummings.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

the climbing gym.



the climbing gym

The mats below the wall are three inches thick, at least.
I could fall if I had to and nothing would break. Still, I dig fingertips
into the handholds, trying to fight gravity. I'm at my freest
letting go, but surrender is never casual. My heart flops and slips
each time, bruised and shaken. Even here, with such ample cushioning below,
I resist the drop. And it takes everything as each tendon and muscle strains,
the skin of my hands rubbing raw, the ascension slow
and shaky, my toes at the slimmest ledges, and blood hammering my veins.
This is what is being asked: move up or come down.
There’s no reward for simply hanging on.

~maya stein

Monday, January 3, 2011

sweet paul.






i don't know how i missed this delightful blog and wonderful online magazine here.
i want to do every project and i'm dying to make (and EAT) this cake!


:sweet paul:

Saturday, January 1, 2011

happy 2011!



resolutions:
*read one book every month.
*write every day.
*run.
*yoga.
*smile all the way to the end of the school year + get a job teaching elementary!
*live in the moment.
*embrace happiness.


wonderful idea here.