Tag : Impossible Project
How quickly the tears return,
Welling up, spilling over, streaming down.
The ache in the core of my chest,
Deep within my ribcage,
Under the muscles I’ve built this past year.
Strength from vulnerability.
Despite riding a high of friendship and being seen,
It’s still there.
It’s not about the past,
No, that is laid to rest.
It’s about today,
and the next,
and the next.
“I want to take all our pains away, but how would we then recognize happiness and joy?”
I am so in love.
With this grey and iced-over day.
With the heat in my heart.
I am so in love.
Bliss ran up my spine in yoga today.
My heart burst open, wide.
Love confetti flying across the world.
I wished for each piece to touch every one of you.
My soul could feel yours in the vibration of this beautiful and tragic life.
We are all connected.
And I…I am so in love.
Come fall with me.
Last month I had the opportunity to take an amazing trip to California. And by amazing, I mean that Big Sur an Napa were on the docket along with being together with some of my most cherished friends. As if going to the Esalen hot springs at 1am to soak under the clearest sky filled with the brightest stars hearing the crash of the Pacific waves directly below was not epic enough, there was also the hike to a swimming hole, the discovery of flat whites, and staying at the kitschy Madonna Inn.
But then came four magical days spent at a Napa vineyard with these people, a most inspired and inspiring group of artists…
This time, space, and bounty wouldn’t have been possible without our benefactor, Timm, host and party-thrower extraordinaire…
I send out a heart-filled thank you to each of these kindreds. You filled my cup during those four sparkling days and nights in Napa. Thank you for letting me see you, and for you seeing me. Can’t wait until our next adventure. xoxo
For those photographers interested, black and white photo shot on Tri-X 400 with Pentax 645N camera, color photos shot on Portra 160 with Canon AE-1 camera, and the two Polaroids shot on Impossible 600 with Polaroid SLR680.
It is April. Spring. To say it is a time of transition — in the year and in my life — is to put it mildly. I have been quiet here of late as my whole world has been turned upside down. I’m s-l-o-w-l-y coming back to ground, back to right-side up. Searching and discovering whatever this new version of “normal” is going to be.
Every single day of January and February, and even into March, felt hard. As in “I’ve never gone through anything this difficult” hard. I had a constant wish that my heart would stop hurting, that the pit in my stomach would go away, that I would wake up from the nightmare I felt my life had become. Those wishes never actually came true. Not in the instantaneous way I had wished for, anyway.
But…my heart is healing. The pit in my stomach is subsiding. The nightmare still goes on, yet it is becoming less terrifying. And as these transitions have been occurring, I find that my mind has allowed for just a bit of space to dream. I’m feeling the cracks of openness to glimpse the hopefulness this season brings — of renewal, of awakening. As my birthday comes this week, as I embark on an altogether different chapter of my life, one that I never planned and certainly never expected, I wonder what new wishes I might be making…
As this current bout of swirling fades and my sense of security settles, I’m off in the mountains of New Hampshire for a long weekend away to write and work on my book. I’ve been looking forward to this time to get outside my normal surroundings and typical routine in the hopes of gaining some fresh perspective and rev my creative mojo. So while I’m away and travel is on my mind, I thought I’d return to playing catch-up from our summer European adventures.
We had planned to go from Barcelona to San Sebastián, and during our four-day span there, take a day trip to Bilbao. Unfortunately, we had some train issues and needed to re-route our journey to head to Bilbao first for a half-day and then off to San Sebastián for our planned time. Our primary reason to go to Bilbao was to see the Guggenheim Museum. Being lovers of art, we wanted to see the installations inside and outside the museum, but we also wanted to take in the architectural masterpiece created by Frank Gehry. And friends, it did not disappoint.
The exhibits inside were equally as spectacular, but photography is frowned upon. My only regret of our visit to Bilbao was that we had such little time and no space to explore the old town and its charming streets. Seems like the perfect reason to go back.