A white skirt in direct, conscious rebellion against the totally absurd "No White After Labor Day" rule. It is merely a guideline for the simple-minded.
Listening to:
A new favorite, thanks to the widening of my harmonic horizons, thanks in large part to a little site called Pandora. Hello, Fruit Bats! Silly name, cute boys, awesome record. Track four, The Little Acorn, is presently my favorite.
Reading and loving:
A poem I hijacked from a place deep in the netherworld of the "notes" section on a friend's Facebook page. It's called Please Bring Strange Things, by Ursula Leguin...
Please bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let desert sand harden your feet.
Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
And the ways you go be the lines of your palms.
Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing
And your outbreath be the shining of ice.
May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.
May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.
May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well-loved one,
Walk mindfully, well-loved one,
Walk fearlessly, well-loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
Be always coming home.
Breakfast:
Greek yogurt with a perfectly ripe red plum, sliced, a teaspoon of brown flax seed. Heart: healthy.
Looking forward to:
choosing a new paint color for my living room and putting up these curtains.
Hoping for:
More and more of this long weekend's delicious weather. Please, Autumn, hurry home. We and our sweaters await.
