Feeling a bit like everything in my life is held together by the most delicate threads at the moment.
But like a spider's web, the structural integrity of those bonds is so strong that it's going to take something disproportionately heavy to tear them apart.
Lots of comfort in that. (Another view of this absolutely lovely web here.)
This is just a fraction of my haul from the farmers market today. I do so adore summer.
I'm having a few friends over for dinner later this week and, of course, I'm making Persian food. As I unloaded my shopping bags this afternoon, I had to pause and take in the scent and colors of the herbs and vegetables that will go into our meal.
Summer is really pretty.
I treasure summer's early evening walks with Bo the Dog.
Unlike our morning walks, which tend to be a little rushed (with me checking my email every block or so), in the evenings I can let him set the pace and path as we meander through the neighborhood and along the waterfront.
The sun throwing long shadows, the chill evening air, and the stillness of the neighborhood settle my mind and remind me to B-R-E-A-T-H-E.
Do you ever wish Little You could follow Grownup You?
Have you ever wanted something so much that you lost perspective on whether getting it would actually be good for you?
I've found myself thinking a lot lately about "doing" versus "being."
I recharge by "doing." Whether it's an urban photo hike, dinner and a concert, or an impromptu cocktail party at home, I top off my energy meter with the electric buzz of connecting with people.
My solitary moments come, usually, from a need to decompress... to run DOWN the batteries in order that they may better hold the next charge.
I know that other people recharge by "being." A quiet afternoon reading, watching a movie, or a solitary beach walk serve them the same purpose as those social moments do for me. So, do their social moments serve the opposite purpose, too?
I'm genuinely curious about this, and would love to hear how you reset and recharge your emotional batteries.
You know the Voltaire quote, "Perfect is the enemy of good?" I have my own ideas about it, one of which is that we get so hung up looking for perfection, that we actually don't recognize it when it's right in front of us.
I had an absolutely perfect July 4th weekend.
Sure, I could have done things differently or planned a few things better. Those things might have been more fun, or more responsible, or more... something. But by letting the weekend unfold exactly as it did, and by not trying to control every last detail of my schedule, I actually had time to notice the perfection as it happened.
It's a pretty great feeling. You should try it sometime.
Father's Day. People tell me it "gets easier every year," but that hasn't been my experience. Trouble is, I keep thinking it WILL get easier, and so get bowled over when it's not.
This year, I was in Manhattan for work, with the rare gift of total anonymity.
I went for a run on the High Line, walked the city, took in a magnificent sunset, and ate dinner alone. In the absence of expectation to engage with people, I engaged with memories of my childhood in New York. And in those memories, I found my dad's company.
Sometimes, I just need to be reminded that grief and solace both come in many forms.
I love this tattoo. Always have.
Have you taken a leap recently?
Full circle and then some.
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