Friday, January 29, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
lucky me.
today i'm taking a much needed day off. weeeeeeeeeeee!
Monday, January 25, 2010
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
for today...
Outside my window...the stars are twinkling through the cloudy sky and planes are flying low.
I am thinking...about all the poor souls in haiti and especially about this woman.
I am thankful for...many things but most of all, my sweet little cottage that i adore coming home to every day.
From the kitchen...chocolate chip cookies will be made tomorrow!
I am wearing...long johns and a reggae festival t-shirt. sexy!
I am creating...journals and memory books and sewing paper.
I am going...to remember to breathe tomorrow when my students are driving me crazy.
I am reading...i was told there'd be cake by sloane crosley
I am hoping...to find my dream job...even though i don't know what that is.
I am hearing...the rumbling of the train coming down the tracks.
Around the house...all is spotless!
One of my favorite things...my new green sweat pants...thanks, mom!
A few plans for the rest of the week...complete projects, mail packages, pedicure...
A picture I am sharing...some art from gustavo aimar
{this list idea is from here.}
I am thinking...about all the poor souls in haiti and especially about this woman.
I am thankful for...many things but most of all, my sweet little cottage that i adore coming home to every day.
From the kitchen...chocolate chip cookies will be made tomorrow!
I am wearing...long johns and a reggae festival t-shirt. sexy!
I am creating...journals and memory books and sewing paper.
I am going...to remember to breathe tomorrow when my students are driving me crazy.
I am reading...i was told there'd be cake by sloane crosley
I am hoping...to find my dream job...even though i don't know what that is.
I am hearing...the rumbling of the train coming down the tracks.
Around the house...all is spotless!
One of my favorite things...my new green sweat pants...thanks, mom!
A few plans for the rest of the week...complete projects, mail packages, pedicure...
A picture I am sharing...some art from gustavo aimar
{this list idea is from here.}
Sunday, January 17, 2010
strong.
another heart-stopper from maya stein:
You don't have to be as strong
as you think you do.
You can come limping up the stairs,
stagger into my kitchen for water
and drink it as indelicately as a toddler,
and I will gaze at you with the same wonder
that broadsided me when I first realized
I could love you.
It does not matter if you are lost, or sick, or scared,
if the words you utter are gibberish or song,
if waking up makes your hair look funny,
if you forget the keys, if you burn our dinner,
if disaster is your ally.
You can enter my house like an elephant,
leave dirty handprints against the wall,
chew the mint directly off its pot
and I would whisper your name
like the caress it always is.
Love, I will falter too.
I will drive down a street that says
"Do Not Enter" and I will have missed the sign.
I will bump tender hips into the sharp corners
of every piece of furniture in the house
and curse louder than necessary.
I will make irreversible errors,
clutter the countertop with my messy heart,
leave wounds brutal and bleeding.
I will not fold the laundry into neat corners.
I will step haphazardly into a field of nettles.
I will almost ruin myself to catch you for the split second
you are catchable.
We don't have to be as strong
as we think we do.
If we wanted, we could fall
as easily as plastic soldiers.
We could slide our feet into the gutter
and wait for the rain,
sit so still our breath would sound
like a waterfall miles away.
If we wanted, we could unmake the plans
that married us to safety.
We could take the next exit
instead.
We could feed the world with our spectacular frailty.
We could start all over again.
We could let the glass shatter
into sand.
You don't have to be as strong
as you think you do.
You can come limping up the stairs,
stagger into my kitchen for water
and drink it as indelicately as a toddler,
and I will gaze at you with the same wonder
that broadsided me when I first realized
I could love you.
It does not matter if you are lost, or sick, or scared,
if the words you utter are gibberish or song,
if waking up makes your hair look funny,
if you forget the keys, if you burn our dinner,
if disaster is your ally.
You can enter my house like an elephant,
leave dirty handprints against the wall,
chew the mint directly off its pot
and I would whisper your name
like the caress it always is.
Love, I will falter too.
I will drive down a street that says
"Do Not Enter" and I will have missed the sign.
I will bump tender hips into the sharp corners
of every piece of furniture in the house
and curse louder than necessary.
I will make irreversible errors,
clutter the countertop with my messy heart,
leave wounds brutal and bleeding.
I will not fold the laundry into neat corners.
I will step haphazardly into a field of nettles.
I will almost ruin myself to catch you for the split second
you are catchable.
We don't have to be as strong
as we think we do.
If we wanted, we could fall
as easily as plastic soldiers.
We could slide our feet into the gutter
and wait for the rain,
sit so still our breath would sound
like a waterfall miles away.
If we wanted, we could unmake the plans
that married us to safety.
We could take the next exit
instead.
We could feed the world with our spectacular frailty.
We could start all over again.
We could let the glass shatter
into sand.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
words.
Words
Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be as good as fingers.
They can be as trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren’t good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Saturday, January 9, 2010
thank you...
1. pipes, for not freezing.
2. week, for going quickly. it was a rough one after being off so long.
3. inspiration, for coming in little bursts and giving me great ideas.
4. library, for "Little Bee"!
5. coconut water, for being delicious.
6. possibility, for giving me hope.
7. ana, for my new highlights.
8. forever 21, for having one of these for cheap.
9. weekend...what a luxury!
10. blog friends, for visiting my little corner of the wild, wild web. ♥!
2. week, for going quickly. it was a rough one after being off so long.
3. inspiration, for coming in little bursts and giving me great ideas.
4. library, for "Little Bee"!
5. coconut water, for being delicious.
6. possibility, for giving me hope.
7. ana, for my new highlights.
8. forever 21, for having one of these for cheap.
9. weekend...what a luxury!
10. blog friends, for visiting my little corner of the wild, wild web. ♥!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Monday, January 4, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Friday, January 1, 2010
new year's resolutions...2010
1. Try to say nothing negative about anybody.
a) for three days
b) for forty-five days
c) for three months
See what happens to your life.
-yoko ono
2. exercise. RUN. do the Bikram yoga 60 day challenge!
3. read one book per week (at least).
4. write every day until the book is done.
5. live with this motto in mind at all times: when you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.
{print from please be still}
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