if one wants to laugh.
one must go here.

enjoy your weekend!

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
~ Jack London

"Eventually, mind discovers that it's free, that it's infinitely out of control and infinitely joyful. Eventually, it falls in love with the unknown. In that it can rest. And since it no longer believes what it thinks, it remains always peaceful, wherever it is or isn't."
~Byron Katie

the perfect kind of day.

my favorite hair cut of all time. yes, christmas decoration that are not read or green are all still up.

\the day began with a quick run outside with ballerina slippers to engage the clean air, test the wet (here they are drying after a scrub down) ground & pick up the consequences of accumulated winter trash that has been hibernating under the snow over the past two months. plastic bags shown after our weekly washing. christmas lights over the shower (since we moved in) as a gift from my husband to make it feel like every shower i take feel like it's under the stars.

such a beautiful warm day the rainbows & chacos were singing from the closet sweet words of potential spring/summer days.

edgar stopped over for quite some time to help jake work on the motorcycle and received his favorite treat - sweet butter corn muffins.

an early blossom.

each weekend we make our way over the John & Elaine's home to rest for a couple of hours. with conversation, laughter, rest & sweet treats they have become our surrogate grandparents in this cold city. on this particular day John did not bother to find Elaine upstairs. we think he just needed some time with us by himself. as we rested in his stories he shared memories of his childhood, feelings related to being a parent, his struggle with alcoholism and together we entered into a sacred time of passing on some of what he shared he has not even told Elaine after 40(ish) years of marriage.

I like this.

Everything's Amazing, Nobody's Happy.

articles that riled me up over the last couple days.

I quit, I think.

The Most Radical Thing You can Do.

V-Day.

question.

i'm a little angry this morning - the right kind of angry. the kind of angry that gets your blood boiling, arms waving, and husband saying, "please don't yell at me, i'm not the one you're angry at." still - he is the perfect kind of partner and takes the verbal abuse and confusion.

today's topic of conversation: are we really animals? do we, the greater society, really not think before acting? if so, how can this be? if not, how can we reconcile accountability for what we have done?

how do we reconcile patterning all of our children after each other by sending them all to public schools instead of letting them invent themselves and supporting them in doing so?

how do we reconcile watching men, groups of men, rape and abuse women across the globe with no recourse?

how do we reconcile the pressure to stay away from home, the essence of who we are and where we grow roots?

how do we reconcile city life, lack of health care (i spoke with a man for 10 mins. this morning outside of Aldi who has no insurance, is a roofer who feel off a roof this past summer and is now in poverty with limited options outside of begging), lack of forethought, insight, and long-term consequences?

are we really that animalistic?

"you do realize that if i was able to record and video tape your behavior in this house i would be able to receive some type of court settlement for mental and behavioral problems and concern."

spoken by my beloved.

tonight we're goin' here.

this morning i drove to work with the windows cracked open just a bit to remind myself that it's still Feb. it felt amazing.

i'm also wearing pink & read together with big hot pink hoops - one of the only redemptive plus points to v-day.

"you're like a kiss parasite," he says while walking out the door with a twinkle in his eyes.

last night i read almost an entire novel.

melatonin, where are thou?

this morning:

my husband spoke, "you smell so good in the morning when you're not farting."

i also took a nice morning walk to welcome in an early spring day. the sun is parting the darkness and i saw my first cardinal.

on living simply.

the rich usually imagine that, if they do not physically rob the poor, they are committing no sin. but the sin of the rich consists in not sharing their wealth with the poor. in fact, the rich person who keeps all his wealth for himself is committing a form of robbery. the reason is that in truth all wealth comes from God, and so belongs to everyone equally. the proof of this is all around us. look at the succulent fruits which the trees and the bushes produce. look at the fertile soil which yields each year such an abundant harvest. look at the sweet grapes on the vines, which gives us wine to drink. the rich may claim that they own many fields in which fruits and grain grow; but it is God who causes seeds to sprout and mature. the duty of the rich is to share the harvest of their fields with all who work in them and with all in need.

saint john chrysostom, on living simply

this morning i woke up after a full night of sleep to sun (at 6:40am!) and the song of birds.

the best is yet to come...

But for most, it is not written....