(you are the daughter of the sea)

this is one of my favorite poems in the whole world. my friend sent it to me during a particularly hard week and it reminded me of all the things i love best.

You are the daughter of the sea, oregano's first cousin.
Swimmer, your body is pure as the water;
cook, your blood is quick as the soil.
Everything you do is full of flowers, rich with the earth.

Your eyes go out toward the water, and the waves rise;
your hands go out to the earth and the seeds swell;
you know the deep essence of water and the earth,
conjoined in you like a formula for clay.

Naiad: cut your body into turquoise pieces,
they will bloom resurrected in the kitchen.
This is how you become everything that lives.

And so at last, you sleep, in the circle of my arms
that push back the shadows so that you can rest--
vegetables, seaweed, herbs: the foam of your dreams.

-neruda

healing hot springs

i've been spending a lot of time daydreaming recently about potential trips to hot springs. nothing sounds better than abandoning responsibilities, grabbing a bathing suit and a bottle of wine, meeting up with a best friend and heading to the hot springs.

water is such therapy.

photocredit: {seetwists}

have a lovely weekend

it has been a long week for me. this weekend i intend to:

go to our local farmer's market and have a biscuit from the handy biscuit truck. what a brilliant idea. also i'm dreaming about another brilliant idea.

walk along a pretty river.

wash my hair with baking soda.

appreciate gardens.

drink coffee with my family.

have park time

and finally i will continue to plan a fantasy minibreak with my best friend. i am fantasizing that we will meet up in new mexico and lounge around in healing hot springs melting away all our stresses and the many miles between us!

good weekend, ready, set, go!

hope everyone else has adventures planned...

photocredit: {wildflowersphotography}

simplicity

Not only is another world possible, she is on her way. On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.

~Arundhati Roy

photocredit: {eduardtitov}

pocketful of pie

tomorrow i have a lot to accomplish before noon. it will also be raining again and i'll be wearing a green coat with big pockets. i wish i had little mini pies to fill my pockets with.

pie is my cocaine.

photocredit:{piesearch}

for the love of brie

tonight i'm laying in bed. it is raining. i am shamefully watching the bachelorette. i am wishing that:

1. i had the resolve to turn this show off and do something more edifying than this like reading, or cooking, or blow drying my hair.

2. i could be snuggling with my sweetie.

3.i had brie cheese in the fridge and could make something the oozed deliciousness like the above photo.

late night desires abound.

i promise that i'll stop writing about the same thing...

after this post. i know i've been on a brave woman kick recently. it's my thing that past few weeks.

point being today i found out that a woman i've been working with has taken gigantic steps to get out of a dangerous situation. she is strong, and brave, and did not give up. she took the small pieces of hope in her life and did something monumental.

so here is to holding onto something small and beautiful and making an offering with it.

photocredit: {squamartworkshops}

*by the way Squam Art Workshops= BECCA CRUSH...more on this later...