Friday, May 10, 2013
I am now officially out of my 20's.
I had been rounding up to 30
for a few months before I actually turned 30,
you want to try a new decade on for size
before you purchase it.
I have more to share on that transition later,
it involves sequins.
Lots of sequins and feathers and crowns.
I just stumbled on this amusing article about mistakes to make in your 20's,
and liked #20.
#20. Fall in love with everyone and everything – cities, people, bodegas, McDonald’s hashbrowns, weird little lumpy rocks, men pretending to be architects, pocket squares, old television shows, countries, Bette Davis, recent parolees, an entire floor at Bergdorf Goodman, peacocks, Victorian mannequins, Beetlejuice (movie and person), one specific brick at Grand Central station, my postman (Preston), snapdragons, old women in Chanel, Playboy bunnies, the Prince of Luxembourg, all manner of nicknames – and do so every four minutes for the rest of your life. Let yourself get capsized by great tidal waves of love at completely unpredictable intervals. You will have to try to be very, very brave to do this. Be a little reckless, in spite of that fact that it is a certainty that some of these loves will wreck you. But in the end, you’ll be a magnificent piece of wreckage. You won’t make it out of this alive, but, cheer up, no one does. And I think, at the end, you will feel so much gratitude that you were here at all, in this strange, colorful, noisy, deadly world, whose very creation seems like the most endlessly inventive, amusing, wonderful sort of mistake.
I'll try to remember to do so every four minutes
for my 30's.
Sunday, March 17, 2013
Did you see this post on Cup of Jo on falling for someone's bookcase?
I knew I was in trouble when I first saw the beau's bookshelves (plural).
Mythology...Che...Wendell Berry...Fly rods...Classics...Pine cones.
If we encounter a man of rare intellect, we should ask him what books he reads.–Ralph Waldo Emerson
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Monday, February 18, 2013
There are moments every day
that flow like poetry
right in the middle
of the mundane.
I've been missing them.
I've been taking too many steps and getting no where fast.
And days for me turn kind of gray
unless I can live the poetry of them.
Unless I pause on my walk
up the stairs,
on my way to return emails
and pay bills,
peel back the curtain,
and rest my head against the glass
to drink in the glowing sunset
with my warm tea.
Unless I sink my body into a
hot hot bath
and feel the burn of my frozen toes thawing.
Unless I pause during the surgery
and stop hearing my attending
physiology questions for me,
because I am staring at a human heart
and it is beating.
That was my day.
The other moments were just steps along the path.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Many of my conversations in the hospital go like this lately,
Random well-meaning person (RWMP):
So the match [how residencies are chosen] is coming up. Are you getting nervous?
I'm taking a year off, actually.
Wait, so you're not applying?
So what are you going to do?
Not sure yet. Lots of ideas, but no plans.
Part of that is intentional.
My life has been very planned,
so I'd like to take a page from my sister's book,
who has never had a 5-year plan,
(and yet has a college degree, was a bartender in a ski town in NZ, and now lives and works in Zambia),
see where the road takes me.
Once you plan it,
I feel like half the magic is spent.
I at least want to be able to see my options.
I was toying with the idea of getting a planner,
had just created this great chalkboard (above) for his planning
space for small, medium, and large goals
in many areas of his life.
He offered to help me make one,
but I recalled I had a roll of butcher paper which would do the trick just fine.
my desk is covered with this:
My lovely friend
keeps asking if I've filled it in.
I haven't at all.
Not a lick.
But I feel better knowing I have the space to plan when I'm ready.
And I still have all the magic of the unknown
ahead of me.
P.S. Happy birthday to my big sis, Kara!!
That's the thing with magic.
You've got to know it's still here, all around us, or it just stays invisible for you.
Charles de Lint
Monday, February 11, 2013
Hi lovely people!
So, I ventured into the land of silk screening
added a new section to the Etsy shop to sell said creations!
Meet, the prayer flags.
Traditional prayer flags
are used to promote peace, compassion, strength, and wisdom.
It is thought
in Tibetan buddhism,
the flags do not carry prayers to the gods,
let the prayers and mantras
be blown on the wind
good will and compassion to all
the wind touches.
I thought we could all use
some modern day mantras.
I'm hoping to beef up my Etsy shop
with both creations and vintage finds over the next few months
and see if it can be a support source
adventures in this next year.
First on the adventure list...
is doing a rotation in an HIV clinic in Zambia.
All the proceeds
from the prayer flags would go toward that.
if you would care to purchase anything (here),
become an official follower of the blog (on the right there),
spread the word about the Etsy shop,
or share my facebook posts,
I would be oh so
You really are great.
May all beings have happiness and its causes,
May all beings be freed from suffering and its causes;
May all beings constantly dwell in joy transcending sorrow;
May all beings dwell in equal love for those both close and distant.
-Tibetan Buddhist Prayer-