As in a mic check.
Since I really need to confirm anyone’s presence.
Ahoy lucky readers, it’s been a painfully long time since I last stopped by these streets. So long. So.so.damn.long.
What can I say? I underestimated the importance of steadiness. Balance. Holding yourself accountable to a routine. Never giving up on said routine no matter how tough it gets. Finding a creative outlet to avoid spontaneous combustion. Dancing like you don’t give a WHAT whether you’ll be a (/ˈmiːm/ MEEM) or not.
So I’ve found my way back here.
Mostly for me and my sanities.
Hope you’re all still golden.
There I am ready for my close up
a monotone figure creeping around on gravel.
I’m loving this shot for its simplicity, but most of all for the view( that AMAZING lake view)
You can tell I need some R&R bad huh?
Yes and no.
My time to gallivant the globe will come, but for now I’m just sitting up in my room..anxiously awaiting Zach Braff’s new flick.
and a place to live come August 1st.
You can file this post under london life and hashtag it nutterbutterlease.
Wish me luck!
It turns out a part of me died the second I turned 30.. the cognitive part of my tired brain that happens to store my wordpress password.
Also, I was blissfully living the life of a bum.
Oh sure I could easily recount the average time spent: cuddling, scoffing buckwheat pancakes, studying David Regelin videos, bookmarking ankle boots, self medicating with echinacea drops and planning holiday menu’s- there will be a fine selection of nuts and fancy water, this much I know!
But I was told not to.
So I won’t ok, I WON’T!
Go ahead and can call it Sappy Sunday from now if you like.
I just couldn’t help myself..
I’ve gone and fallen for ‘The Fragile Vial’ by Rumi, a poem I intend on reading and re-reading until I memorise every syllable.*
What more can I say except, winter makes me mawkish-yeah I looked that one up.
* hashtag nerd alert.
Since Elephant journal has been my second home lately..
I thought it appropriate to bring you THE ultimate F*ck it list by Kathleen, my new-found heroine who intends on YOLO-ing the shit of out her life..her words not mine.
Though these past 11 days have sped by like a Flash Gordon moment, I kept running into not-so-subtle reminders that it is well and truly time for me to sort out some repressed memories (cabbage patch dolls for one; eeeeek!) and finally start giving back.
Not just talking it up, but actually walking the walk.
I’ve been secretly obsessing over Africa Yoga Project; because well, just swoon!
I interrupt our irregular and ill-conceived program to bring you a little gem I discovered earlier this week; House on Loon Lake.
An ode to curiosity, secrets, exploration, haunted houses , letter writing, dubious folk and trinkets too.
If you’re not a lifelong devotee of This American Life after listening to this, then you probably have no business frequenting this sacred space.
Every now and then a week drops so much knowledge on you, you can’t help but share;
- Sleeping is what the cool kids do to stay upright and lucid.
- Only JCrew the Great can get away with using like a champ.
- Why did it take you a full 140 minutes of The Great Beauty to discover the Torino Ensemble? Huh why?
- Whole Foods holds the power to bankrupt you one day.
- You may never grow into the mushroom hair look/cut.
- Drop repository into a sentence and watch the magic unveil.
- Read. the. f*&%*ng. care. instructions. before. washing. a. designer.dress. you. idi$*!!
- Who is this E person and how do I track this wise woman/child/ man down?
- Ok Charlie Hunnam, you got me. Time to tackle that chick lit
To quote the always enjoyable Casper, “Can I keep you?”
Carmen’s look that is. Not the bodies. I’m no crazy kidnapper.
Though I have no where to go- a self-imposed house arrest and cleanse- will do that to a person- workin’ it Mad Max style in the semi-privacy of my own quarters will have to do for now.
With the record high temperatures we’ve been having, I doubt anyone would respond to the wailing of someone decked in all leather everything..
So a flimsy night gown will have to do.
Happy Blazing days!
I’m tempted to blow up this picture and frame it.
Yes several hands groping a woman in bed CAN be seen as a little creepy…but also adorable n’est-ce pas?
Just another day in the life of Miss Greta, one I’m hoping to emulate soon/every day of my life.
I spent most of the weekend in an 8×6 inch bubble and I never once burst out/bust a move? That whole thing about no man being an island has always made as much sense as a Taylor Swift love song.
So I put my faith in the man and googlebot (sadly at 1am last night) and discovered those wise words date back to the 17th century.
Back when life expectancy was a whopping 36, and women were publicly flogged for unspeakable crimes..
Taking part in politics and such.