posture + gaze. i mean, everything. | via meganmurphy
love and altar | the low anthem
pretty, prettiness. a slow day wandering while sipping a big cuppa chai, inspecting blossoms in secret parks + favorite spots. it’s happening - finally - spring’ing … forward into a slower evening at home with a shower so hot, a meal matched with similar but not the same comfort [sautéed yellow heirloom tomato with olive oil + fresh grated ginger + fennel seeds ground to dust with a mortar & pestel. simmered until it begged for 2 handful of kale and a good squeeze of lemon + the tiniest dash of ground clove for good measure. light yet hearty. my goodness.] which reminds me: i’m hoping to work on a farm a few mornings a week this spring/early summer. as part of the decompress from 7 years in venture plan. imagine this: a 7 mile sunrise run, work in the fields, get dirty, run home take the bus home with farm fresh supper makings. so good, right?! fingers crossed they’ll accept my application. yes an application not a resume. loving the speed already. and now bare feet on hardwood. shape shifter. dance.
definitely this. all summer w a tee, tank, sundress. from tamila purvis
[this is going to be unpopular]
[exhale]
how i survived road trips as a kid. so good. | via lonurs: sydneychild
there’s something particularly devastating about an attack on a marathon. “it’s an epic event in which men and women appear almost superhuman. the winning men run for hours at a pace even normal fit people can only hold in a sprint. but it’s also so ordinary. it’s not held in a stadium or on a track. it’s held in the same streets everyone drives on and walks down. an attack on a marathon is, in some ways, more devastating than an attack on a stadium; you’re hitting something special but also something very quotidian.
- nicholas thompson on the meaning of the boston marathon [emphasis mine]
and that’s it. or some of it. copley square is not a stadium or track to avoid or rebuild - it’s a major part of boston. some might say it’s the heart of the city. certainly for tourists and like most cities we thrive because of our visitors. we welcome them with open arms especially on marathon monday. it is - imo - the best day of the year for boston. it is a proud day for the city to showcase spring blossoms and the ability to host runners and spectators from around the world as extended family members. on marathon monday we move with hearts pumping and hands clapping - together. and i suspect we will heal in a similar way. strength in numbers.
my heart aches for the loss and swells for the outpouring of love.
devil or angel | lou diollon
always lou.
kindness covers all of my political beliefs. no need to spell them out. i believe that if, at the end, according to our abilities, we have done something to make others a little happier, and something to make ourselves a little happier, that is about the best we can do. to make others less happy is a crime. to make ourselves unhappy is where all crime starts. we must try to contribute joy to the world. that is true no matter what our problems, our health, our circumstances. we must try. i didn’t always know this and am happy i lived long enough to find it out.
- words from the masterful and singularly elegant wordsmith roger ebert, who died today [4/4] at the age of 70 after a long and winding battle with various cancers.
if you haven’t already, read his beautiful semi-farewell, “i do not fear death”. it makes the loss of its author more painfully palpable, but in that, even, there is joy – in celebrating what we were given, and acknowledging what was taken before his time.
RIP, roger. - via marihuertas [emphasis mine]
posture + gaze. dior. | via non—-sequitur
