How to spend a perfect Sunday:1)Awake, late and without an alarm. Your body is not sore. You do not feel tired or hungover.2)Get up and realize what a brilliant human you are for cleaning on Saturday so that your home is tidy and clutter free. 3)Open all the curtains, let the light in. Watch it… Continue reading A wishful thinking
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At the Barre
It's been a long time since I placed my hand at the barre. 5 Years. A lifetime for a body that has been through the ringer. Though the action of it is familiar, there is a lot that is not. The way my body feels, the places that hold tightness that once did not. The… Continue reading At the Barre
perspective in the light
Bella and I took this walk after I got off of work. It was a good way to say goodnight. The day was done and we were waiting for John to get home, which was a perfect time to exhale a whole bunch and sniff about the grass. I plugged in all twinkle lights before I… Continue reading perspective in the light
A fluttering
This summer hangs, hazy and lazy as a nap on Sunday in which you awaken dizzy blushing with heat. Not so much sticky as humid. Uncomfortable hours spent finding the coolest spot on the pillow. Hours tick by painfully slow without an end in sight. Change comes slowly, so slowly this summer. Do remember a time… Continue reading A fluttering
Always land
Home is the moon over the left gable of the house watching us below on the grass under the pink crepe Myrtle shedding her petals like confetti. Home is the light turning first here as autumn begins to sweep in, slowly at first and then a gallop of leaves on the street, in your hair. Home is… Continue reading Always land
Sunday Supper
Yesterday we took the long, beautiful drive to Nini and Ray's for a late lunch/ early dinner. I've never been to that part of Pennsylvania, gloriously american and small-community based. Nini has a garden that would make anyone jealous. The flowers and plants were in full bloom, the shade from a great big tree casting… Continue reading Sunday Supper
The 31 lessons of my 30th year.
An apartment with brown walls is a hard sell. There is nothing twinkle lights can't fix. Or a wind-chime.Love is really, really hard. (Self love, friend love, romantic love, family love. Love of all kinds.)TV is still not as interesting as a great book.Loving a dog is a process in patience. It is ok to… Continue reading The 31 lessons of my 30th year.
A week of goodbye
Next Sunday I turn 31. A year ago that fact did not seem possible. That is the glory and beauty of time and space. Things happen that you did not imagine. The whole world can change for you if you give it time. I gave it time. Life has changed some of it for good,… Continue reading A week of goodbye
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