Weekend Pep

On a sunny Friday afternoon (of a really good week, after a kinda crap week), when my morning was filled with laughs, my mom sending pics from a joyous family celebration taking place back east, the weekend ripe with possibility & fun and my hood happily buzzing with gentle mondo-dogs, cyclists, joggers and lunchers with those unmistakable “weekend” smiles on their faces and pep in their steps, I feel really present. And really content. I’m where I should be. And grateful for it all. Happy weekend, friends.

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“We can only be said to be alive in those moments when our hearts are conscious of our treasures.”~Thornton Wilder

Honoring a Sage

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“I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”~Maya Angelou

Things that happened today



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*I saw a bluegrass band (discovered just yesterday at Folklife Fest) in a cool Ballard brekkie spot

The Cumberland Brothers from Vancouver Island—check em out!

The Cumberland Brothers from Vancouver Island—check em out!

*I ate brunch (con bloody Mary) in a dog bar

*I met two young missionaries at a bus stop who wanted to sing me a song (I politely declined, in front of a large crowd of curious onlookers—all averting eye contact, knowing they were next…How exactly does one respond to such a query?!)

*I enjoyed a lovely Sunday group dinner in the foreclosed mansion where my friends are semi-squatting/glamping until C heals from his avalanche accident

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You know, just your typical Memorial Day Sunday! What all did y’all get up to:)?


Some day, I hope to look back fondly on nights like tonight. When I was feeling mighty disappointed. And far from brave. But I was brave, and I went anyway. And I danced anyway.

And it was a really good show. Much better than I expected. (After all, it cost only $3 and was a stone’s throw from my apartment.) I befriended a Costa Rican. And a Colombian. (Which btw, doesn’t happen that often here.)

And I tried my best to feed off the energy of the happy folks in the crowd, their eyes closed, emotions palpable, singing along to every word. (Cos truly, when you’re in that place, live music is magic.)

And it wasn’t what I thought it would be. But it was it was. And it always is what it is. And I’m doing the best I can, in each given moment, as we all are. Everyday.

Cos life keeps on rolling. And we must continue to rock on.

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Kept On Our Toes (Who Ever Knows?!)

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Recently, I feel like have a lot to say—and yet not so much. It all changes so often, so quickly, that by the time I sit down to put pen to paper, it’s already shifted. Onto the next. Ever-evolving. (Which is a good reminder, in those moments that feel tough.)

I started this post (below) weeks ago, but I don’t have the energy to finish it right now. Hopefully soon. (Sometimes it feels silly to even post something that already feels like last month’s news. Often, I can barely relate to the words I’ve rather recently strung together.)

Today I’m feeling a little battered (from an endoscopy I had yesterday). Today, I just needed to take it slow…with plenty of time for fresh air and bright sun and reaching out to others for a little reassurance, a little TLC.

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Tonight, I just needed no obligations, some quiet, some steaming pho, a phone chat with one of my oldest friends. I took these pictures on the winding walk home.

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The past few weeks have certainly been atypical ones—full of emotional extremes. First, I won an AWESOME weekend getaway to Vancouver Island several weekends ago. THANK you, Tourism Victoria!

(I used to feel like I never won anything. But after Dublin and now Victoria, I certainly cannae complain. I am so grateful. Let’s keep this up!)

The weekend was a surreal VIP experience. Good people, good laughs, good food, good drink, GOOD pampering (I’m talkin’: a spectacular float plane ride, two-story penthouse with Parliament views from bed, private in-room dinner, decadent 90-minute massage, coupons for fun meals in tasty locales, and on and on and on. Can we say spoiled? I loved every minute of it and took not one second of the weekend for granted.)

Then, I arrived home that Sunday night to the surreal news that one of my dearest Seattle friend’s boyfriend’s had been in an avalanche while backcountry skiing that day. At that point he was still stuck on the mountain (and had been for hours). We knew very little information except that he was badly injured, in the midst of slowly being rescued, but most importantly, we knew that he was alive. Needless to say, it was a long and upsetting evening that we’ve all probably yet to truly process. (Update: he is very, very lucky, and he will be fine. Bones will heal, and while the road to recovery will no doubt be long, he is currently working on getting better and stronger at a foreclosed, abandoned mansion (!) with my friend over on the Eastside of the city. I’ll be visiting their palatial grounds this Sunday for the first time. This horrible near-catastrophe has suddenly turned into a bizarre little mini-adventure for them. Funny how life works sometimes, eh?)

After that, I went to the Arizona desert for a blissfully lazy and relaxing, family-filled week that was just what the doctor ordered. It was really, really great, just really special. Thank you, M & D 🙂 (Post on that coming soon.)

I came back to Perfect 10 Seattle weather, which realllly helped the re-entry to non-poolside life. Thank you, Mother Nature 🙂

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I don’t know what the hell is going on…and that’s okay.”~ Martha Beck, Growing Wings: The Power of Change