On Communication...

We habitually erect a barrier called blame that keeps us from communicating genuinely with others, and we fortify it with our concepts of who's right and who's wrong. We do that with the people who are closest to us and we do it with political systems, with all kinds of things that we don't like about our associates or our society. It is a very common, ancient, well-perfected device for trying to feel better. Blame others. Blaming is a way to protect your heart, trying to protect what is soft and open and tender in yourself. Rather than own that pain, we scramble to find some comfortable ground.

Pema Chodron

Goodnight my lovelies

It's Good to Feel You Are Close to Me

-Pablo Neruda

It's good to feel you are close to me in the night, love,
invisible in your sleep, intently nocturnal,
while I untangle my worries
as if they were twisted nets.

Withdrawn, your heart sails through dream,
but your body, relinquished so, breathes
seeking me without seeing me perfecting my dream
like a plant that seeds itself in the dark.

Rising, you will be that other, alive in the dawn,
but from the frontiers lost in the night,
from the presence and the absence where we meet ourselves,

something remains, drawing us into the light of life
as if the sign of the shadows had sealed
its secret creatures with flame.

Darling?

It's just that when you're 

standing beside an open

window at twilight, you can

say more to each other than

in the bright sunshine

You are PRECIOUS

When something is precious,

Instead of holding it tightly,

Focus on opening your hands and sharing it with the world.

 

 

freedom

In my dreams you are my savior

Love Birds

Wowza

Perhaps the craziest past 24 hours of my life. I'll spare you the details. I'm alive and well, just very stunned and amused at how small this world can be. 

 

 

Not alone

Some days are just better than others, this I know to be true

Love is all you need, right?

This song is love

For some reason this song keeps playing on my Ipod whenever I attempt to survive an Ipod shuffle. Each time I hear it I imagine who this woman is that Costello is writing about, and what it must feel like to be her and know that somoeone loves you so profoundly. This song is LOVE.

'She'

by Elvis Costello

She may be the face I can't forget
The trace of pleasure or regret
May be my treasure or the price I have to pay
She may be the song the summer sings
May be the chill the autumn brings
May be a hundred different things
Within the measure of a day

She may be the beauty or the beast
May be the famine or the feast
May turn each day into a heaven or a hell
She may be the mirror of my dreams
The smile reflected in a stream
She may not be what she may seem inside her shell

She who always seems so happy in a crowd
Whose eyes can be so private and so proud
No one's allowed to see them when they cry
She may be the love that cannot hope to last
May come to me from shadows of the past
But I'll remember till the day I die

She may be the reason I survive
The why and wherefore I'm alive
The one I'll care for through the rough in many years
Me, I'll take her laughter and her tears
And make them all my souvenirs
For where she goes I've got to be
The meaning of my life is she
She
She

still nothing

Still no news on the official move-in date, so any/all moving activities remain 'on hold' for now. Instead of moving into the new place like I had hoped, I'm going to spend the day exploring the bustling suburbs that surround me. Le sigh.

Old photos given a new life.....

I recently had another one of those 'why didn't I think of that first' moments...check out photographer Irina Werning's site http://irinawerning.com/back-to-the-fut/back-to-the-future/. She recreates vintage photos....what more is there to say? Check out her site to see the rest. I am in love! 

Miniature Heaven

What is it about miniature people/things that make me smile? It has to relate to reading the story 'Indian in the Cupboard' when I was in elementary school. I remember going to sleep every night and wishing with all of my might that I'd wake up to a cupboard full of miniature (alive) people. Alas, my wish was never granted, so instead I continue to pretend.

And check this out......

Photos of food AND miniature people??? I've just died and gone to heaven.

http://www.minimiam.com/

Happy Valentine's Day!

Whether your spending the evening alone or with someone you love, I hope you find the time to do something that makes you smile. xx

It's going to be a mighty long day....

I'll see you in my dreams (when we can finally rest our eyes).



Oh Milwaukee, you've done it again!

This short film is visually stunning, and the best part is that it was filmed in my old neighborhood (Riverwest, Milwaukee)! I love you Riverwest, I miss you. You're in my heart always. xx

Click below to watch the short film

http://vimeo.com/19307987

Color me.....hungry