There is a magic in childhood that is so powerful it exists in many of us far into adulthood. We are the lucky ones. The ones that hold onto the magic of belief. Grip it tightly in our grasps – we hold steadfast to the power of dreaming. Of believing. Of imagination. I’d like you to meet William (as well as his big brother and his momma). In these photographs he is two years old and filled to bursting with wonder. This fall we spent an evening in a sun-filled park. Screeching. Squealing. Laughing. Running. Chasing. We ran for what seemed like hours, but I couldn’t catch him. I was chasing a boy, but the boy wasn’t evading me. He was busy running after fireflies and the last rays of the setting sun. William was adrift in that place that Maurice Sendak wrote about. The place where only things you...
Archives for January 2013
reading. watching. listening.
It’s been a relaxing winter for me – which has been nice. Quiet. Full of introspection and self-evaluation. I’ve been reading a lot, watching movies, and listening to great music. I finished a quilt I’ve been working on for the better part of a year (if not longer). I chopped all my hair off – a decision I both celebrate and regret – sometimes in the same day, and I’ve taken up running again. My plan for January-March was to recharge. To feed my soul, fill my spirit, learn, love, grow. Evolve. I’m in the thick of that journey and I love it. So much that I wanted to share some of the things that have been inspiring me lately. In case they might inspire you, too. Reading: I just finished “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years” by Donald Miller. This book. Oh goodness this book. I need to devote...
scenes from a party | instax redux
We celebrated Stella’s birthday over the weekend. As a Festivus kid – and being in such close proximity to the celebration that is Christmas – it’s tough to throw her an adequate birthday fete ON her birthday. So this year, I decided to not even try. That’s not defeatist, promise. It’s simply practical. In lieu of cramming ONE MORE EVENT into an already jam-packed Christmas weekend, we decided instead to throw her birthday party….well…yesterday. In January instead of December. After the lights have been unstrung, and the stockings unhung. After the trees have been strewn to the curb waiting for transit to the big forest in the sky. She wanted a Rainbow Brite birthday – but Rainbow Brite is surprisingly difficult to come by these days (seeing as how it’s no longer 1986) so we just stuck with the RAINBOW side of that request. Our house was filled to overflowing...
the time I went to new york city
When I was younger I was terrified of New York – not because it’s a big city, or because of crime, or any of the “typical” reasons people are scared to go to New York City. I was terrified that I would fall in love with New York and never leave – and I knew, somehow deep in my bones, that my future wasn’t in New York. That it was here – in the small towns and unremarkable landscapes of the middle west. As I got older, the opportunity to go to the city never presented itself – and I never really gave it much thought. “I’m sure I’ll go there someday,” I’d say flippantly when asked if I’d ever been. But then…and don’t laugh at me…I started watching Gossip Girl. And as much as I fell in love with that series and it’s characters and the story, I also...