Link Love

Found a new blogger whose writing style I dig. This bit on transitions resonated a lot. (I feel a lot of change in the air as of late, and it’s contributing to some awfully toss-and-turny nights. This time of year is always a melange of nostalgia and potential-tinged excitement, I find.)

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Call it hippie-dippie if you will, but I increasingly love this astrology stuff.

Brene’s the wisest of ’em all. (And I’m so bummed I somehow missed the boat to hear her speak here at Town Hall in a couple weeks!)

Adorable. (I love clever people.)

I wish this wasn’t so darn relatable about our/my 21st-century over-connectedness.

With any kind of luck, I’ll be seeing a new fave Nathaniel Ratecliff this weekend!

Hope the weeks are off to a great start. Happy September manana (rabbit, rabbit!).

Thankful November: Days 7, 8 & 9

Day 7 * I am thankful for: Saying yes to unexpected adventures.


Day 8 * Simple beauty.


Day 9 * Live music. Always, live music.



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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New Year Goodness

Dawn of a New Year

Dawn of a New Year

Usually, even when it shouldn’t, New Year’s Eve carries with it a lot of pressure, a lot of build-up, a lot of expectations. (I know I am not alone in feeling this way.) It feels like a stressful deadline to have fully processed the year that’s about to come to a close and to have neatly laid out all of one’s goals and intentions for the year to come.

Sometimes, I honestly feel relief when it’s over. For me, everything on this holiday feels a bit too crowded, a bit too sloppy, a bit too forced. (Next year, I repeat, all I crave is a cozy fireside dinner party with all my nearest and dearest in a remote cabin in the woods. Oh, and snow falling softly outside our window and a late-night acoustic jam by the flickering flames would be great, too, thanks:))

Party @ a home

Party @ a home

Party @ a bar

Party @ a bar

My NYE was fine, filled with moments that were good, but when the first morning of 2014 arrived, I also sighed a huge sigh of relief. My January 1st, in contrast, was FANTASTIC. One of my Seattle BFFs, who happens to live about three blocks from me, invited me over for a day of total vegging, and I loved it. She cooked (health-conscious but delicious food), we watched movies, we sipped some wine, we rehashed the night before and looked forward to the year ahead. We allowed ourselves that rare chance to be total yoga pants-wearing-sloths for an entire day without feeling one iota of guilt. It was divine.

The simple day reminded me of a few wishes I hope to hold close for the year ahead. Drop the “shoulds.” Do what feels good. Indulge. Maintain moderation. Surround yourself with those with whom it’s zero effort, who get you, who listen, who build you up,  who make you laugh. Be present. Appreciate the now.

Laugh easily. Dream hopefully. Trust steadfastly. Allow joy. Live with ease. Be grateful for it all.

New Year's Day bliss: zucchini-shiitake bruschetta, a wee bit of vino and Sweet Home Alabama on the tube

New Year’s Day bliss: zucchini-shiitake bruschetta, a wee bit of vino and Sweet Home Alabama on the tube

Happy New Year, friends.


{Photo taken this past weekend in Sechelt BC. See my post mañana for more:)}


Accept what is, let go of what was, and have faith in what will be. ~Sonia Ricotti

This Day


Hmmm how will you spend today?

Happy Tuesday, friends!

A little morning musica for you:



Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. 
~Mother Teresa

Anything Can Be


Listen to the mustn’ts, child. Listen to the don’ts. Listen to the shouldn’ts, the impossibles, the won’ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me… Anything can happen, child. Anything can be. ― Shel Silverstein

Sunday Night Musings: Honest(ly) C

If I write out everything that my weekend entailed—or post all the azure-skied, blue-watered photos (see below)—it might just have the power to make you envious.

Boats, brunches, beers, buddies, belaying!  Que bella!

Yes! Overall it was a really, really good one. The weather was a Per-Fect 10 (seriously, SO sensational), and I got to see more friends in a 48-hour span than I sometimes see in weeks. Many parts of it were awesome.

At the same time, I may have built it up a bit too much (it’s always about the expectations, isn’t it?), and then I feel a bit let down/guilty by the few parts of the weekends that felt just so-so…The judging part of my mind tries to whisper: What? How was that not the best weekend of your entire life?!

For one thing, I know this about myself: I am so, so affected by others’ energy, and I realize I even sometimes pick up on the collective energy of a city when things are in high-gear. This has always been the case—whether detecting a gaggle of bagpipes from our hilltop Edinburgh apartment or hearing the clamor of White House rallies from my DC office ‘hood; if there is something going on, I feel I must be in the thick of it. I need to rush to the epicenter to sleuth out what’s going on—to immerse myself in it, too. (Even here, when I sit on my patio and soak in far-off notes from some concert or festival of which I am not aware, some evenings, it takes everything in my power to stay put on that balcony…)

This weekend, Seattle felt frenetic to me at times. It was oh-so-exciting, and I totally get what the fuss was all about. A joyful buzz permeated the entire town. People were rejoicing–for SUN!, for warmth, for spring, for food truck rodeos, for concerts, for the opening of boating season, for Cinco de Mayo, for anything and everything! Perhaps even for the simple glimpse at/promise of what’s to come. There were sundresses and bare chests and flip flops and cocktails….It was amazing. It was also a lot.

So tonight I’m actually (hallelujah) relishing some Sunday night solo quiet in my still apartment. I’m finishing up some story assignments….cos guess what? Tomorrow night means continued celebrations and an alfresco BBQ. I’m hoping that, with a good night’s sleep (and limited expectations:)), I’ll be raring to go.

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Word masters


“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.”~T.S. Eliot

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