Friday, October 5, 2012

Abandoned Stable




I cannot stop thinking of how incredibly perfect this abandoned stable turned beautiful estate is.
not to mention, it is run off the sun and naturally flowing streams. 
beautiful, and badass. 

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Monday, August 27, 2012

Blackdown


I'm in England for the next few weeks, and this is my view. 
Please excuse the quiet. 

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

when your days are just so absolutely beyond insane
and you're not sure how you'll make it past 11 am
then you end up with a toy bus caught in your hair
this is the tipping point into delirium
you just sit and laugh until you cry
and then realize it will be ok


already looking forward to a glass of wine, and some tunes such as this for the evening

Monday, July 30, 2012

Thursday, July 26, 2012

I've hit the one year date of working in Chicago.
We celebrated with the waves.
It's been a tough year medical surprises and endless hospital stays
but my love for these boys is over the moon.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

live your way into the answer




"I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don't search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer."

- Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet

this is so beyond relevant to my life as of lately. via Pennyweight

[photograph is my own, taken in asilah morocco]

Saturday, July 21, 2012

hay riad

missing this place
so tonights dinner will be summer tagine
being cooked to the sounds of this

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Thursday, June 21, 2012

day bits


listening to the ever powerful Fiona Apple

but still, like dust, ill rise

Still I Rise
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.



-Maya Angelou
Hila has reminded me of what a lovely poem this really is. 
This evening I think I will be revisiting a favorite book on my shelf, Wouldn't Take Nothing for My Journey Now.