Keepers

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Monday was just one of *those* nights.

First, an invigorating dose of hot (well, warm) yoga, then a lakeside picnic with the perfect light, finally an early birthday celebration with the perfect company.

It was one I won’t soon forget.

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“Forget not that the earth delight to feel your bare feet and the winds linger to play with your hair.”~Khalil Gibran

Here/There

Home #1

Home #1

Awake early. Jetlag. Sun streaming in. (Catch it while you can!) Reggae, Langhorne, Fruit Bats. Easing my way in, easing my way back.

Home #2

Home #2

It’s the same story every time I hop coasts, transitioning between the two worlds. I miss there and I really, really miss them. (Some trips, it feels much harder to wrench myself away than others.) At the same time, it feels good to return here.

I have two homes I truly love. This is rare, I realize. I am very grateful.

Do you, too, balance between a here and a there? What helps you gracefully glide back in?

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Hues of Here

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This week I’ve been feeling strangely invigorated. I don’t know why it comes as a surprise (post-vacay, dead of grey winter), but it does. I haven’t been sleeping much or that well either (and oddly, that seems to be okay, too).

After five wonderful days away, I just feel there’s so much I want to attend to here (before I jet off again!), so much nesting home time and city socializing time—catching up with friends (real-life and fictional….hello Parenthood and Nashville characters as well as the couple books I’ve recently been juggling:)).

I know I’m a broken record, but I have such wonderful people in my life. Such.

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There’ve been a few things this week that could’ve rattled me, and maybe momentarily they did, but overall, I’m feeling hopeful. Able to see the full picture. I’m so thankful when these waves come (because I well know how swiftly they can ebb and flow).  I’m in a trusting phase. I feel open.

Just feeling grateful on this Friday, I suppose. Happy weekend, friends.
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*f-a-m-i-l-y*

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I love these guys something fierce.

(Sometimes I love them so much it hurts a little.)

Sure, on occasion we may make each other a wee bit sad or mad or even batty, but in the end, we are family. They are everything.

They are my heart.

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Weekend Magic

Home for the holidays…..manana! YEE-ha.

And let me tell ya, I am going into this Thanksgiving week grateful for a whole  heck of a lot. It’s been a really, really good past week. [Brett Dennen could not make me smile more. I just LOVE that dude. And do you know Grizfolk? I’m so excited to get to know their music better.]

Hope your weekends were filled with oodles to be thankful for, too!

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Lake 22 Awesomeness

“Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.”~Ma Jaya Sati BhagavatiImage
Yesterday’s reward for a 5+-mile hike up into the mountains—through the lingering clouds—was a dip in this chillllllllly yet exhilaratingly refreshing glacial lake. I mean, seriously, can it get much more beautiful than this?? I felt at a loss for words at so many points yesterday.

(And, for the record, my phone took this photo AFTER falling off a bridge and spending approximately 60 seconds submerged in a rushing river….oops. My quick-thinking amiga Sara jumped down over the guardrails to salvage my poor little phone and somehow (??) it is currently still kickin’….I am dumbfounded but very happy about it all:))

Mount Pilchuck

My calves are SORE today, but I’m  relishing the memories of yesterday’s hike across patches of brilliant green and blinding white, boulder fields and trickling snowmelt streams, not to mention the glorious 360-degree-view reward that awaited us atop Mt. Pilchuck. From the lookout point, we could see nearly every mountain range in western Washington. To say the least—it was stunning. These days, I feel so very, very lucky to call this beautiful place home.

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The appearance of things change according to the emotions, and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves. 
~Khalil Gibran

Sun Soaks & Happy 4th!

I’ve been absolutely LOVING my home these past weeks. I have to pinch myself sometimes—to remember to fully soak it all in. Very grateful.

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HAPPY FOURTH, America! Wishing all those celebrating safe & happy festivities:) Enjoy!

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Everyday Good Fortune

For awhile there earlier this spring, things felt pretty tricky to me. Whether or not kinda crappy things were actually happening seems beside the point.

I am the first to admit that I was allowing people and situations to have an effect on me. It’s an easy cycle to get sucked into, and being stuck in that place is far from pleasant. I sifted through (am sifting through) a lot of old stuff.

These days, though, I am working hard on being unaffected. On looking for the beauty. On trusting. On quieting. On choosing joy. 

I am currently feeling extremely grateful for:

*this gorgeous pocket of the world I somehow find myself living in (see pics below)

*road trips, big skies, open air, less phone time, movement

*an incredible group of Seattle friends (it’s funny to look back now on a time when I felt so desperate for plans and connections and mates to call my own)

*morning streams of sunshine sneaking through my blinds that wake me long before my alarm

*my music of the moment: Good Old War

*steady work and doing my most favorite part of my job, interviewing fascinating people who are passionate about seemingly random subjects

*the promise of summer—alfresco concerts, hikes, camping trips, visitors, weddings, travels, ice cream, flip flops, twinkly white lights

*quotes like THIS (and a group of supportive, amazing, inspirational women with whom I regularly swap such wise words): “There is a huge amount of freedom that comes to you when you take nothing personally.” ~Don Miguel Ruiz

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“Rejoicing in ordinary things is not sentimental or trite. It actually takes guts. Each time we drop our complaints and allow everyday good fortune to inspire us, we enter the warrior’s world.”

| Pema Chödrön

Alfresco Office

Some days, being self-employed comes with major challenges.

Other days, I remember to pause, breathe and notice—to be grateful for perks like this:

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