play date

i've a play date today. sometimes i like to let myself do exactly what i want to do, and today i feel like going to play in the city. i'll stop by a few of my favorite boutiques and try really hard not to buy anything. i'll walk along 5th avenue and stop in st. patricks cathedral. i love the beauty and elegance of this cathedral. one can send up fancy prayers:) maybe stop and have a sweet lunch and indulge myself in a sweet read. i'll get back on the horse tomorrow and meet with productivity...

bisou gorgeous you!

image de harajuku

oh the places you'll go

i have a collection of essays by a woman travel journalist, all the places she's been and what she thinks of it. love it! where would you like to go? dare i ask what would you do there? click on the map and make it big, so you can see where you're going.

a secret life

...the secret life

begins early, is kept alive
by all that's unpopular

in you, all that you know

a Baptist, say, or some other

accountant would object to.

It becomes what you'd most protect

if the government said you can protect

one thing, all else is ours.

When you write late at night

it's like a small fire

in a clearing, it's what

radiates and what can hurt

if you get too close to it.

it's why your silence is a kind of truth.

Even when you speak to your best friend,

the one who'll never betray you,

you always leave out one thing;

a secret life is that important.

by stephen dunn

just cause

just cause this looks good i wanted to put this picture here. it cheers me up... for some reason this picture looks like it smells good. strange idea right? reminds me of my time in europe. i was browsing a flower market and there i found some soaps with the most exquisite smells. they were about 2 euros a piece. natural ingredients. and i am reminded that sweet, good for you things don't have to cost a lot. ...and too, how soothing healing beauty can be...
image via blog loveology

pity party

i'm moody today. a bit blue. i suppose there's a reason if i own up to it. at first i felt like i wanted to put on a pretty dress and disappear into prettyland. where things are pretty and dreamy and i feel well. since i've the idea that everyone else's life is better than mine; more glamourous, more intellectual, more social, more loving, more friendly, more family oriented, more money and simply more interesting. i guess i'm having a pity party indeed.

think what i might do is make a cup of tea and do some of the things i like to do. read. start another poem. and think about what i'd like to change, how to change it, and get going on it (scary but necessary). and as important... to remember what is working, what has worked and relish in these good happenings. and trust.

and it's raining... a lot.

naked summers

i love the lightness of summer. light fabrics, little necessary, warm, and summer nights... breathe.

a baptism

when i think of rilke and rodin, van gogh, the one's who continue to inspire, and i want to write poetry and share stories. ... it's like there are all these lovely pieces floating in the air,
berry reds and strawberry pinks,
creme lavenders
soft

and i'm not sure how to gather them all up in their sweetness.

and then i wonder perhaps this is not to be done...

what to do?
just stay and let myself be bathed, washed over in this newness,
in a kind of light fluid
stillness and pleased pleasure?

been gone

been back from holiday for a little bit now. i've been sitting at home with my hair all messed up... resting and getting over jet lag.

travel is a privilege... i am grateful.

image de sophia sanchez