In reference to my last post, I saw this on the interwebs this morning: ...and it really did move me. In the midst of getting what I believe to be a stress-cold, it's encouraging to know that I can do it. Anything. I can do things. I can choose to soar. I can believe that… Continue reading so she did.
Something incredible happened to me today. I must share. Evan and I had scheduled some garden time with our lovely neighbors who we share a handful of beds with. Of course I forgot about this scheduled time and was late and hadn't taken a beat in days to just breathe. We tilled, weeded, talked, laughed… Continue reading they choose to soar.
Yesterday was my birthday. There were so many highlights... here are some... • Riding on the back of a tandem bike to work... drinking a delivered latte. • Birthday pie. • A phone call from Italy that included three renditions of adorable little-girl Happy Birthday singing... in Italian, Spanish, and Chinese... ah-mazing. • Great news… Continue reading i’m SO glad.
Yesterday, while working at my desk, I had a little internal dialog with myself... Okay, tomorrow's my birthday... how old am I turning again? 27. Oh, 27? I'm just gettin' started! I loved this genuine interaction with myself. It does feel like I'm just getting started... just finally figuring out the beginning of figuring out… Continue reading move with eyes open.
[photo by Kate Lazuka.] That photo above is of my darling brother and mother circa 1994. It's me, my sister, and him... the children in the fam. Some oldies, yet goodies, for Momma this year. To a mother who has given us her all, given us her heart, let us break it over and over… Continue reading hand it back to us.
The other night, I needed to see a movie by myself.It happens. Needed to be my own date.I saw Jeff, Who Lives at Home. It was wonderful. So real. I saw it at the pub theater in town. After drinking my first beer [my favorite beer], the film cut out... cut off. I quickly jumped… Continue reading find your path with love lit.
I love the creative nights, but my goodness, they are messy. Why can't I be the graphic designer who has a home that looks like this?... [found here.] Instead, I'm sitting in the living room with the following on the floor: • multiple newspapers... some scrunched, some not. • two bikes... neither complete. • a… Continue reading cleaning up.