Friday, April 26, 2013

Rays of the Sun

I write about the weather a lot. I can’t help it. The sunlight ignites a flame inside of me and sends me to a place where only the most exquisite words and photographs can explain my thoughts on the weather.

The rain does this to me, too. So does the changing of colors in autumn and the heaviness of the snow in winter. Something about the not knowing, and the never lasting, keeps me hanging onto unanswered questions and yearning for the steadiness of the promise of perfect-weathered days. Maybe this is why my favorite candle is the one called "Summer in the Winter." It keeps me on my toes, handing me hints of both sunkissed skin and oversized sweaters.
It's really all about the unfamiliar, yet too familiar feeling when the weather starts to adjust, and it's hard for me to adjust too. But for now, I’ll just relish in the sun because when you're busy focusing on the sun, you don't have time to think about anything else.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

A Post With No Title

"That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave,  
but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn.”


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Friday, April 19, 2013

Holding Onto Hope

Fear. Panic. Terror. These words seem simple in text, just a gathering of letters typed onto a vacant sheet. But they are so much more than that. They spell emotions that are compound and so real that they can impose the most insurmountable amount of stress onto the human body. And, regrettably, the City of Boston, alongside the rest of the country, is especially familiar with them all.

Next comes: Empathy. Concern. Exhaustion. What has this world come to? What should we tell the children, do they even understand? Is it easier to imagine it’s not happening? How can we pretend it’s not happening when people have lost lives, lost limbs? Am I being selfish because I am thankful to be protected, well, and secured around the people I love? It is all too tiresome on the body to wonder, and wonder, and wonder some more….and never have the ideal responses.
I can’t answer any of these questions that I've found myself asking others, along with myself….because I can’t even wrap my head around them. These are honest, true issues that so many Bostonians, and many other Americans, are facing right now, yet it all seems like a nightmare that we will wake up from and thank God that it didn’t happen. But it did.
So, again, I pray hardest when it's hardest to pray, and I hope when there is little hope to be had. I let my faith be bigger than my fear. And then I collect the tainted pieces of belief I have left, hoping to find composure. I pray for those who are lost, those who are suffering. Those who don’t know where to begin, and those who worry it will never end.
I pray for Peace. Stillness. Answers. Strength. Reslience. These words, again quite uncomplicated, yet powerful enough to eclipse the horror going on in our beautiful city as we speak.

I hope that you pray too.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Peace in Oneself, Peace in the World

There is so much sorrow in our country right now. I can’t even compile the right words to form the sentences or paragraphs to even begin to understand the dreadful events in Boston yesterday. Usually, writing brings me to a place where I can make sense of things, and with that, I can generally breathe easier and relax my shaking hands. This time, I can’t even get to that place in my brain. So, I just pray.
And I ask that you pray too. Pray for your loved ones, and pray for those you don't know. Reach out to anyone who could use a companion, or a shoulder to rest on. Remind your friends and family just how much space they take up in your heart. Pray for those who were severely affected. Above all, pray for yourself. Be gentle with your own soul. Take the time you need to heal and process what happened. To all those who participated in the marathon, be proud of yourselves. It’s ok to be proud. Be proud of every person who competed, and of yourselves for cheering them on. Don’t let the enemies steal your pride….because that’s exactly what they want. Remember that love is stronger than hate.
Try to pour as much empathy as you possibly can into the universe right now, and have faith that someday, somehow there can be enough peace to wash out all the hatred.

Friday, April 12, 2013

It's Friday

Have a fabulous weekend, my loves!

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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Reconnecting with Myself

Lately I've been having trouble sleeping. This is something that very rarely happens to me. I've often bragged to people about how I could sleep on a rock or how I'm already dreaming within seconds of closing my eyes. I don't know what's keeping me awake recently.... it's nothing in particular. I just feel, and know, that I need to re-connect with myself. I'm feeling slightly distant from me, if that makes any sense at all. I'm so busy working on my relationships with everyone else in my life that sometimes I forget how much I need myself. I need to work on that.

I really just think I need a little more peace and a little less coffee in my life. I've been flirting with the idea of acupuncture and meditation, too. Maybe I need a zen garden. Maybe I just need a hot bath or to lay in a hammock somewhere. Do I just need to take a pen to paper and write and write and write until I make sense of everything? It's possible that I simply need to become intoxicated off the scent of fresh flowers and the sound of a cool breeze. Maybe a mixture of all the above will work. Wouldn't that be nice?

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

A Rainy Post

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
memory and desire, stirring
dull roots with spring rain.”


“But don't talk to me about the weather....Whenever people talk to me about the weather, I always feel quite certain that they mean something else. And that makes me quite nervous.”

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