I will fully admit that not only do I judge books by their covers, but I often judge a book by its title as well. Something with an intriguing, poetic or punchy title will always get my attention, but whether or not it can hold it is the real test. Everything about Madness, Rack, and Honey, by the poet Mary Ruefle, drew me in immediately. The title that conjures up vivid images and textures, the bold font, the way madness runs off of the front cover. And the interior? It was not a let down in the slightest.Read More
It is amazing how many expectations we set for ourselves based on past experience. Our minds seem to automatically assume that things will be as they once were, and yet this is almost never the case. January 2017, I had an incredible month. I woke up early each day, feeling inspired and upbeat, curious about trying my hand at new skills (literally- I dove in calligraphy for a brief period). I was excited and motivated to write, create, move and leap into the new year with radiance and maybe some jazz hands.Read More
Due to the fact that in just several hours I will be hopping on a plane, beginning to make my way back to Minnesota for the holidays, I am going to keep today's post a bit shorter, but still nice and sweet.
Let's talk about books and cake.
There is something about this season that gives me the strong urge to keep a book nestled on my lap, a mug of coffee in hand and a slice of something sugar-laced and delicious balanced on the couch cushion nearby.Read More
Some Poetry for Dawn. Wake up just a notch earlier on the clock, and the mist in the distant hills will tell you what you’ve been missing. Lavender light spanning the spectrum of sky until it becomes orange and bright. Birds feeding on the terrace ledge, fighting for bread kernels you left out the night before.
The self-given gift of slowly moving limbs, stretching and creaking awake, instead of flailing in a rush out the door. And quiet. Think of the quiet you’ve been missing.
M was out of town this past week and it was the first time since being married that I had the apartment to myself for more than a few days. Granted, one week isn’t so much, but suddenly every second spent at home felt like extra lagging hours tagged onto each day.It is quite the contrast to before married life, when I lived comfortably on my own for years.Read More
For the past week, as an addition to my early morning routine, I have been reading several pages of poetry while I sip on my ritual lemon & honey. I started with the serene and sparkling Mary Oliver, moved on to ecstatic and devoted Rumi, and now I am just beginning a book of powerful work by Naomi Shihab Nye. There is something I love about easing into the day with simple, thoughtfully chosen words.Read More
We all have patterns in our lives that we would prefer to reorder- habits we strive to break. Sometimes, however, these patterns seem inevitable and out of our own control. One that I have dealt with practically since the first time I ever traveled away from home (summer camp circa 2010), is the oh-so-melancholy coming-home crash. If this is something you have ever experienced, you will know exactly to what I am referring.Read More
I know myself to be someone who has a limited capacity of external energy to use up in a day. For this reason, I always try to be cautious and aware of how I spend it and if it is being wasted. I have already mentioned how Ramadan helps to deepen that sense of mindfully going about your day- in terms of food and time, and about our breath, but it also makes me see more clearly where energy flows throughout the day and how it can be reigned in or exerted softly in order to preserve it before the next sunset recharge.Read More
I have always been one of those people who automatically runs by the motto save the best for last. As a child I would meticulously figure out which bite of dinner was the most delicious and eat my way around it so that the last flavor in my mouth could linger and be savored even once the meal was through. I remember calculating in a split second the best ratio of frosting to cake or cheese-to-sauce-to-crust and making sure the last morsel on my plate fit that equation. Best for last perhaps has its satisfactory benefits, but at the same time it can be a bit exhausting to get so precious about the little things.Read More