A few lovely things for today, when I’m enjoying my gypsy summer (currently back in California), but also trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
A few lovely things for today, when I’m enjoying my gypsy summer (currently back in California), but also trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up.
A few lovely things for today, when I am working from Kauai, and counting down the sleeps until I get to visit the Na Pali Coast (3 more days!).
Have been absent this week because my family is in town and we’re playing tourist around Scottsdale and Phoenix. Most exciting find so far has been the Tim Horton’s in the Arizona Coyotes stadium. No, that was not sarcasm. My ice cap was magical.
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A few words I’ve been liking lately:
“It is so hard to leave- until you leave. Then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world”.- John Green, Paper Towns
“I’ve got better things to do than survive” – random drunk girl at a bar in Airlie Beach
“We cross our bridges as we come to them and burn them behind us, with nothing to show for our progress except a memory of the smell of smoke, and the presumption that once our eyes watered.” -Tom Stoppard, Rosencratz and Guildenstern Are Dead
“Sometimes I can feel my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.”- Jonathan Saran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
A few lovely things for today, when it’s 93 degrees. It’s only March and it’s already too hot to wear clothes. Summer is going to be a fiery hellscape.
A few lovely things for today, when I am having a House Hunters: International marathon, and making firm plans to one day live in an olive grove in Tuscany.
A few lovely things for today, when I’m feeling grateful for new adventures, and even more grateful for old friends.
A good reminder. Live every day as if it’s your last, because one of these days, it will be.
Still have one more post to share from our Mt. Rinjani adventure, but for today, some Bukowski. I shared some more passages of his that I like here, as well.
Long walks at night–
that’s what good for the soul:
peeking into windows
watching tired housewives
trying to fight off
their beer-maddened husbands.
– Charles Bukowski
A few lovely things for today, our first day back to reality. We are officially Arizona residents, and are starting to wonder what the hell we were thinking, so right on schedule, then.
Came across some of Warsan Shire’s poetry last week, and immediately spent the next four hours reading everything I could find, and then ordering her book on Amazon.
I have a crush on her, for real. Like, it’s a problem.
Excerpt:
“you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
― Warsan Shire
loveliness. 