fifty-two

Ring out the old, ring in the new,
Ring, happy bells, across the snow:
The year is going, let him go;
Ring out the false, ring in the true.

....Tennyson

fifty-one

the beautiful world.

fifty

merry christmas
love and peace and joy to all

forty-nine

forty-eight

everyday things...

forty-seven

forty-six

this really is

a

beautiful city.

forty-five

full moon, streetlight, train

forty-four

i was recently blown away by this artist, final fantasy, in performance, opening for the equally amazing mountain goats.
i was reminded of how incredible and powerful a great live music show can be.
it can completely fill up your senses and inspire and stir up so many emotions and ideas.
i'm going to do this much more often!

forty-three

thanksgiving weekend...a very nice, slow time to rest and rejuvenate.
it's been lovely so far and
many more good things to come...

i've been dreaming a lot, worrying less than usual, wondering what the new year will bring.
life is full of surprise and delight and a thousand little marvels.
i'm taking the clouds away from my eyes.

forty-two

a few years ago i started a little mantra practice to guide

my breath and keep me connected during yoga classes.
inhale one word,
exhale the next word.
for all this time i have had just two sets of these words
and they have guided me well.
but this morning, on the mat, another one just bloomed inside.
and now there are three.

trust.....truth
light.....love
faith.....flight

i am happy today.
here is a little captured vision of home...

forty-one

a november afternoon in short sleeves.

cross-country airplane tickets purchased.

a boy with a tiny journal peeking out of his jeans.

puddles and puddles of yellow leaves.

dancing that swept up my heart and holds it aloft still.

possibility and inspiration...

swimming (finally) to the surface of my thoughts.

forty

coming out of a bit of a slump

noticing that life is quite beautiful, all around me

realizing that i have a whole lot to be grateful for


excited for things to come

i am learning every day

thirty-nine

thirty-eight

feeling a bit blue these days

the days just fly on by
a week, a month, six months
have passed
and my loneliness is enhanced
by the cold that is seeping into our days and nights
i honestly don't know if i can be happy here
work is all i've got
and, luckily, it is incredible work that i love love love
but i fear it cannot sustain me completely
i need to dance
i need to laugh
i need to love

"When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely,
it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone."
----Tennessee Williams

thirty-two

it's the little things...

that catch my eye.

thirty-one

sitting in my cozy warm apartment and watching the first snow falling outside.

perhaps i will not feel so poetic about the weather in a few months, but today i find it absolutely magical and beautiful and perfect.

in a couple hours i'll be out in it with some wonderful friends.
can't wait to smile in the cold and feel soft snowflakes all over my cheeks.

thirty

twenty years ago today there was a really big earthquake in my hometown.
it was a terrifying experience that i won't ever forget.
i learned fast.

how fifteen seconds can feel like forever.

how the things you are sure won't ever fall down sometimes do fall down.

how impossibly delicate this life is.

twenty-nine

a visit to the arnold arboretum this weekend

it was a lovely october day

something about being in the trees

feels a lot like home

twenty-eight

yum.

i sure am going to miss the farmers market this winter.

twenty-seven

Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-- Robert Frost

autumn is so beautiful
such a sweet time for renewal, harvest, letting go
i'm going to try to stretch out these days
carry this feeling
over and through the cold, cold months that i know
will soon be here
until then...
enjoying every moment of gold

twenty-six

As it has been said

Love and a cough cannot be concealed
Even a small cough
Even a small love"
— Anne Sexton

twenty-five

things scatter
and open and break and soften
love is messy and beautiful
and sometimes
so, so sad

twenty-four

new york city.
there is no place like this.
it is a living, breathing, humming, heart-beating-fast creature.
it is filled to the brim with people, art, energy, passion.
it is beautiful and inspiring and incomparable.
i love it and i miss it every day.

twenty-three

already dreaming

of leaving
again...

twenty-two

today i fell a little in love with this city i live in.
walking without destination.
discovering so many beautiful little details.
there is nothing like a long, long, quiet walk to make you know a place.
and to fill you with a sweet balance of memories and dreams.
sadness and hope.
sometimes being alone is really okay.

twenty-one

treasured west coast moments...