A lazy morning of coffee and eating granola out of the jar... ...is accompanied by gorgeous tunes and brave, beautiful words. [all inspiring images brought to you by http://pinterest.com/brandy/words-that-inspire/%5D [and then a new poster by me just for kicks...] [have yourself a lovely, lovely day.]
The light of the 6 o'clock hour in Jackson is just gorgeous. I stepped outside and walked a few steps before actually saying, "This is gorgeous." It is bright without blinding. Light without exposing. It is so still. So right. And cold. It feels as though the light of the day has been frozen and… Continue reading without blinding. without exposing.
[i'm just a post machine... and i don't work for nobody but you.] Not too long ago, I wrote in my journal, recounting my day... "The tragedy of the loss of my verbal and emotional eloquence took me over and I opened my eyes to just how lost I was. Drowned in the mediocrity of… Continue reading normal tears.
Sitting in the kitchen, watching dolphins, drinking amazing coffee, hearing stories about waking up at 3am to drive four hours wrapped in a sleeping bag because the heat in the car isn't working... to ski, eating a "rustic tart" and the like made for an amazing morning. Then the walk with a new friend and… Continue reading warm.
I feel like I could write a novel about my trip to Las Vegas this past weekend. My friends Emma and Trask got married. WHOA. They decided about a week before Saturday that they wanted to get married and do it in Vegas. Originally, they wanted to get married in Vegas because there would be… Continue reading something horrible happened in the bathroom…
A while ago, a friend used the term "spinning my wheels in Jackson" and I thought, Oh man, I will never just spin my wheels... I will be doing something. DOING. But lately, that phrase has been haunting me. Am I just spinning my wheels? I'm not even blahgging. I'm doing mediocre work at almost… Continue reading spinning.
[wish i could take credit for the dinos, but alas, i cannot: http://www.buzzfeed.com/ihatedinosaurs/hipster-dinosaurs-ppz?ref=nf%5D
I saw Valentino Achak Deng speak almost a week ago in Jackson. He is an amazing man. A man who, as a boy... such a young boy, suffered though the turmoil of the Second Sudanese Civil War: being seperated from his family, no food, no water, death around him, death before him. Deng came to… Continue reading valid.
Allison asked, - Do you cry a lot? - Pardon? - Well, in your blahg, you say that you cried when something happened a lot. Do you really cry? Or do you just say that? - Oh, I dunno... I think I cry everytime I say I do. Maybe I don't. Soon enough it was… Continue reading my true heart.
Oh, the Post Office has been so exciting lately. It delivers. What have I received lately? Oh, I'm so glad you asked/care. My new reading glasses came. They are not for reading... well, okay, they are... but for me, they are for staring at a computer. It's sad, but my eyes have started hurting after… Continue reading hope that something pure can last.
In Salt Lake for a bit. It's crazy how a city like this [: a lovely drive away, good friends, a crag, my book, laughs, cardigans] can be so refreshing. SO refreshing. A get away. Get it, girl.
I did my radio show with my little brother [Ryland] this morning. It was so great. We laughed. We panicked. He answered the phone... - Hello? KHML... - No, Ryland... KHOL! We remembered our roots. We danced. We played these tunes... It was such a great time... I loved having him share that time, that… Continue reading the stevens scramble.
I may never come back.
Trying on pretty dress after pretty dress, I smiled with forgotten contentment at myself in the Anthropologie dressing room. The time alone had to be stolen and was danced in... until I saw something written [in tiny print] on the dressing room wall... "Because I still press on the ceiling of the car when it… Continue reading to feel real.
There are so many [SO MANY] things I want to write about these days. I don't know why/how I haven't found the time to. The time to write about... • Watching the hail like it was the first time. • Cutting pumpkin squash. • Traveling home. Leaving home. • "The world is so grateful." •… Continue reading don’t even smile.
I was craving Australia the other day. Weird, I know. How do you crave such a dark time? But, no... I craved the isolation, the invisibility, the unidentified wandering, the loneliness, the strangers. So, I drove to Salt Lake City. By myself. To go see a concert: Sleigh Bells and Yeasayer. Leaving Jackson with such… Continue reading a place for you.
Found this... ...this morning, in my favorite e-magazine: Picame. And it made me happy... because I am happy. !! [whoa.] Having my mom here is a great gage to how life is going. I find myself getting excited about showing off every aspect of my life here in Jackson. This is where I work. These… Continue reading [wow] happy.
The weather was pretty bad yesterday morning, which made it even harder to leave Gretchen. Dan Long and I had such a great time visiting her in Denver... so much love. Dan was driving. I was passengering. We were both singing. "No! Sleep! Til Jackson!... Jackson!" Being silly. Being us. We got on I80 in… Continue reading a wreck.
[the following post is by guest lover, writer, fabulousness, Gretchen Davis. oh, get excited...] Rachel + Dan Long = 10 hour drive to Denver = Grrrrrretch (Davis) + Pajina's (Vagina Pajamas) = Pete's Diner + chicken fried steak + Forever 21 (Dan's choice) + margaritas + Karaoke = Dan Long singing "Stay" = Gretch +… Continue reading Orange Sticks.
