A Few of My Favorite Things...A Thanksgiving Tribute

This year Thanksgiving had an interesting feel to it. A night that will forever be a reminder that good friends, too much food and candlelight conversation can be renewing in an unexpected way. Here are a few highlights from the table: Mom's spiced nut recipe housed in my favorite bowl next too two other favorite: cheese! and my valentine wine glasses. Beautiful tulips given to brighten my day. And a salad with the perfect amount of avocado. This year I found that it was the untraditional moments of thanksgiving that I loved the most, specially the news of new life!

Earth Under your Feet

Someone who I love dearly, and who has loved me at everyone moment we have known each other, introduced me to this song. I don't have much to say today, but this song sums up nicely what has been happening in this never ceasing mind of mine these days.

There's no such thing as perfect,

and if there is we'll find it when we're good and dead

Trust me I've been looking

but tonight I think I'll go and take a bath instead

And then maybe I'll walk a while

and feel the earth beneath me

They say if you stop looking

it doesn't matter if you find it

And whose to say that even if I did

it's what I'm really looking for

The Wailin Jennys

So here is to stepping to the edge of life, looking out to everything it has to offer, freaking out, and then enjoying the hell out of it, with the earth beneath our feet and a laugh in our breath.

Two Locations, One Commitment

I had the extreme privilege to share in life changing moments, read: marriage, with two very dear friends over the past week. These weddings came in very different forms. One was a crisp Sunday afternoon in golden red Vermont with 100 plus people followed by a rock band and a magically lite barn. The other was under a dramatically grey sky that broke for the moment of "I Do" with 30 plus people in bare feet on the shores of the Bahamas. Both were filled with joy and love, happiness and tears, new beginnings, fulfilled desires, family, friends and delicious food! As often as life throws curve balls, it is sharing in moments like these, the peaks of true friendship that chip away at clinging cynicism and remind me that although weddings are dramatic celebrations, it is all the common moments that lead up to them that solidify the powerful bond between two people.

So here are to moments shared by both Kat and Todd, and Nat and Ryan, whatever they be filled with: laughing at jokes, paying bills, cooking dinner, getting bad news, starting a family, bitching about the day, feeding the dog, may they be cherished because they are shared.

It's been a while, I know.

As I regain my focus I will post some pictures of art in the world.

As I welcome a new week, a new semester, a new season, and new strength...i send an image of LOVE. Simple, clear, and yet "O" so lopsided. (corny pun totally intended!)

So Wa(it) until next Sunday

Blue sky, eclectic and affordable art, famous hot dogs AND good friends?! A summer Sunday does not get much better than that. I highly recommend a visit to SoWa Sundays, every Sunday from 10-4 at 460 Harrison Ave. (in Boston) through Halloween.

My first go at a haiku, on buying art:

The sun warms the air

Sounds ride on the humid breeze

Colors strike...you know

Curls

I remember a friend of mine writing a short story in college about being sheared. She was studying in New Zealand, constantly surrounded by sheep, and wrote about the feeling of freedom and release that came with cutting her long blond hair up to her chin. If you have had long hair, you might know this feeling. As you grow your hair it becomes a part of you: lightening up as your body darkens with the sun, trapping the smells that you smell, taking your abuse as you put it up and pull it out of its "do". I remember making the decision to cut off my long hair, wanting a drastic change, but feeling anxious about how much of a change that would be. But I went through with it...and, well, that was fourth grade and I have yet to do it again! Sooo maybe being sheared is not my stitch, but an impromptu haircut on a warm summer day that brings back life to my curls...that I can do!

Might as well join them

It's good to have silly boys in my life to keep me smiling

Can you see the family resemblance?!