from my run tonight

as luck would have it

among other things…
my computer is on the fritz just in time for school to start back up

some wisdom from the ladies

I have been working on a project for one of my classes over the past couple weeks where I have to  track everything I write.  Causing me to sift through journals, papers, blogs, letters, and mostly a hell of a lotta emails.   Revealing, really. 

I was pulling some quotes out of corespondence with girlfriends the other day and they are just too good not to include here.  Ladies, not only are you hilarious and outrageously cool, your infinite wisdom has sustained me these past few months and for that I am grateful.   I am going to go ahead and leave these quotes and one-liners anonymous as they all just speak for themselves so marvelously.

enjoy!

 

I like that I am all these things. I may be lost, but it may have more to do with the fact that I am simply not simple. I like that. Today… today, I like that.    

let me just take back all those times to say that THIS is the worst

balancing dreams and desires with real life and living simply and not killing myself (you know, by not eating when I should or ever exercising or living with the physical weight of stress) and finding my worth in Jesus rather than human achievement, in ADDITION to living for myself and God rather than for the way others may/may not see me. it’s a bitch, really. 

… all I have to say is that some days I am really thankful for hats & sunglasses.

Pee. That’s all I’m saying. Don’t forget to pee.

 

my mid twenties can be summed up in one breathe as this; You’ve become an adult and its really nothing like you imagined.

That was the sound of the universe telling me to go to hell

I really do try and fight my cynical side, but it has superpowers, or something. I’m tellin’ ya…

we freak me out

Because I got to tell you, sometimes it feels like out of 30 days in a month I get a good 6 days when my hormones aren’t screwing me. 6 days make it or break it. 

she wondered if she would ever date a man who didn’t dominate the background music

 

 It’s a crazy world out there, I am realizing; don’t expect wild tragedy unless you are unprepared for it, or have too many things on your plate. 

Of course you check the blog… it’s like looking in the mirror at your cellulite. You think you’re facing things, but it only makes you feel worse in the end. 

 

another upper from yours truly

 

I’m just glad the strange urge i had to chew dirt is finally explained!

Option 2 totally won. L-o-o-o-o-o-ve option two.

today I wore skinny jeans, because I am trendy, not because I am particularly skinny

beware of those who don’t ask you to share your scar stories back 

compelling

The New York Times has been running a new photography column called, One in 8 Million, that I have been following for the past couple months. The portraits and profiles are compelling; sometimes warm, more often lonely. Something about hearing the subjects speak of their own lives is this wonderful reminder of both the uniqueness and general decency of all of us. Us; the average joes.

sunny friday

 

Such beautiful photos. Loving the light. More here.

if i was with you I’d give you my hair tie

I’d like to fly away today.

Maybe thats what friendship is for, that slow leaning on one another until you’ve realized that by mere gravity you are being pushed to love more, care more, know more.  

What an unexpected package you have been friend. Melo-dramatic, but deeply necessary conversations in fogged up cars on Solano Avenue. 

I am slowly learning to love the fool in me; to let her out- that girl who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes but loses more, lacks self-control, lacks discipline, lacks perseverance…just lacks in general. She hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries.  She needs to come out, if only to protect me against that painfully independent, very self-controlled, overly mature, masterful tyrant who out of self preservation I also harbor, but fights to  rob me of humility and being alive.  

And isn’t that the point of it all anyway, being alive?

Oh, & p.s.

I have decided to start a little food and gardening blog in addition to this space here. Pretty simple. Just thought since I spend so much time reading other food/garden blogs it might be time to give it a whirl myself. So, if you’re into that sort of stuff you can visit me here:

http://www.yolkandclay.blogspot.com/ 

monday love.

lent

Preparation. Un-plugging self to find self. Denying self to be faithful to life. Embracing the fruit that comes from the hard toil of discipline and reflection. There is so much I would like to commit to for lent; to explore and add, to take away, to contemplate, give myself time, and also use my time. Draw closer to God-closer to the life I have been called to- closer to solidarity with those around me.

But I am a believer in the small things, the seed like details that grow into those greater hopes. So I decided that the season of Lent would be a good time to reclaim my mornings.  I’ve been roasting my own coffee, thanks to the generosity of a friend, which has been just enough silver lining to pull myself up an hour early and make a more strong consistent attempt at some reading, journaling, and centering.  A discipline I used to be vigilant about until a couple years ago when my vigilance smelled of legalism and I took a few steps back, for some really good healthy reasons. But that season has passed and I have been sensing that it is time to return to this consistency- I already feel a new wave of consciousness about life, God, and my relationships etching itself into my daily grind. 

And for that I am thankful.

Springsteen love

new love;

 

old love;