Monday, March 31, 2014
Virginia Beach + Old Friends
I spent the weekend in Virginia Beach with friends I've known for nearly two decades. And, like most good relationships, it was as if no time had passed. I'm grateful for the honesty, ease, and support that comes with such familiarity. I know how rare and truly special it all is. Girls - I'm looking forward to the next 20 years!
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Sofia
(c) Stephanie Chayet
It's fun being able to peek into other people's work spaces. Especially when they belong to Sofia Coppola.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
This Is What 80 Looks Like
(c) Rachel Sumpter
Happy Birthday, Gloria Steinem! Talk about relentless forward motion. I guess it's only appropriate that she's celebrating by riding elephants in Botswana. I hope to have at least half her energy when I'm 80.
New Music Tuesdays
Here's another rare cut from the late Jason Molina. It seems only appropriate on this cold snowy day.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Bookmarked
[True story.]
+ Ways to build a minimalist closet.
+ As an early riser, I loved this piece.
+ It's no secret that I'm one of his biggest fans...
+ A nom-worthy food blog to explore.
+ Listen.
Friday, March 21, 2014
Spring Weekend
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Spring 2K14
It was spring
and finally I heard him
among the first leaves—
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness—
and that's when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree—
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,
and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing—
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky— all, all of them
were singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last
for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,
is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then— open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
among the first leaves—
then I saw him clutching the limb
in an island of shade
with his red-brown feathers
all trim and neat for the new year.
First, I stood still
and thought of nothing.
Then I began to listen.
Then I was filled with gladness—
and that's when it happened,
when I seemed to float,
to be, myself, a wing or a tree—
and I began to understand
what the bird was saying,
and the sands in the glass
stopped
for a pure white moment
while gravity sprinkled upward
like rain, rising,
and in fact
it became difficult to tell just what it was that was singing—
it was the thrush for sure, but it seemed
not a single thrush, but himself, and all his brothers,
and also the trees around them,
as well as the gliding, long-tailed clouds
in the perfectly blue sky— all, all of them
were singing.
And, of course, yes, so it seemed,
so was I.
Such soft and solemn and perfect music doesn't last
for more than a few moments.
It's one of those magical places wise people
like to talk about.
One of the things they say about it, that is true,
is that, once you've been there,
you're there forever.
Listen, everyone has a chance.
Is it spring, is it morning?
Are there trees near you,
and does your own soul need comforting?
Quick, then— open the door and fly on your heavy feet; the song
may already be drifting away.
-Mary Oliver, Such Singing in the Wild Branches
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Holi
The Holi Festival is an ancient Hindu tradition marking the beginning of spring. This colorful celebration is observed in places like Nepal and India. And it most definitely just got added to my ever-growing bucket list.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
New Music Tuesdays
Lost In the Dream, the latest from The War on Drugs, will be released next Tuesday, March 18th. Thankfully, NPR has it up as a first listen.
Monday, March 10, 2014
Sunday, March 9, 2014
Thursday, March 6, 2014
On Cleanses
Spring is the best time to cleanse. It signifies rebirth and renewal as the weather improves and the days become longer. This Wall Street Journal piece is helpful if you're in interested in finding a cleanse that's right for you. I'm planning a little something for later this month.
How I Go to the Woods
Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
friend, for they are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.
I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds
or hugging the old black oak tree.
I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible.
I can sit on the top of a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds,
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
until the foxes run by unconcerned.
I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses singing.
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
If you have ever gone to the woods with me,
I must love you very much.
How I Go to the Woods by Mary Oliver
via my girl Carolyn from LeBluegrass
Tuesday, March 4, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
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