Posts

reinterpreting 'luxury'

Image
luxury This concept has always been different to me than it is portrayed by large companies and dramatic commercials to be. Diamond rings...sure. Aston Martin...ok. But as this new year is budding open, I am slowing down. I mean physically slowing my movements and speech. I want to notice each tiny twitch, enjoy each slight intonation. Having all of my senses intact is a luxury. At this more leisurely pace, and with this renewed focus, some things are becoming clearer than ever in my life. Luxury lies where you deem it to. Listed: - oysters - vibrantest citrus fruit - real whipped cream - artisan bread - aged, stinky cheese - wine, whiskey, scotch, gin - almond extract, rose water - fresh kale - a fiery stove - a fiery hearth - poetry - pleasure reading - free time - lengthy meals - lazy mornings - breakfast in bed - large windows - soft skin - clear skin - long, naturally-curly hair - an immune system of steel - legs that take you places -
1 comment
Read more

because envy will never fill us up. or, RADICAL SELF-LOVE.

Please, please stop coming up with sugary words to replace “skinny”. If you’re actually going to comment on someone’s weight (as if that were ever appropriate in the first place), just be direct about it. It grieves me to read women commenting on other women’s pictures: “You are so tiny!” “Such slenderness!” “Your delicate frame is gorgeous!” “Look at how small your waist is!” I honestly want to comment back, “Who gives a shit?” or “Why are you making this picture about her weight? This woman is a beautiful creature in so many ways, and all you see are the pounds she doesn’t carry, as if that’s what makes up an admirable enough quality to be worthy of your praise?” But no, really…who gives a shit? I wish someone would tell me that my eyes have a rich and earthy shade of brown. I was born with these eyes, you know. Or that they like the sound my voice makes, or that my comfortableness in my own skin is emboldening, or that they can hear hope on the tip of my tongue.
2 comments
Read more

because the skies will just keep falling.

Image
this is why we breathe. this is why we lift our heads. this is why we rage against despair and push onward, shaky yet doggedly fierce, unstoppable, bent on nothing less than an exuberant resolution.
Post a Comment
Read more

fire & reflection | 8th of november

This one's been in the works for a while now. First in a series of several. Use your imagination for the imagery, because you'll have to. Starting in August of 2012, the idea of meeting/visiting Megan in Kansas City has had a steady spot in my travel considerations. The conversation began around cocktails and KC's glorious scene for them, but ultimately and over time and online chats, it boiled down to a simple "I've got to meet this girl." After 15 months and several failed attempts at arranging my schedule, we finally made it happen. FRIDAY | A delayed flight had me in a frenzy. I typically do not function properly under pressure involving connecting flights. (It's because of the time in 2008 when I literally fell through the Atlanta airport after going through security AGAIN, unnecessarily. Almost missed my connecting flight to Washington, D.C., and that would have been a disaster on my very first time flying on my own.) After risking stranding m
Post a Comment
Read more

magic days

Image
outfit // loose charcoal grey tee, black leggings, and turkish kilim slippers with a messy topknot cleaning the apartment natural light new black shelf neatly stacked flours counter space fresh eucalyptus in the kitchen and in the shower making a gorgeous brunchy casserole cooking up a storm with my lover cardamom coffee windows open fresh air / changing winds toots thielemans. jazz harmonica. ne me quitte pas. modern film rendition of shakespeare in black and white (it was much ado about nothing) small (huge) revelation regarding happiness with one's body and being all of these small joys eclipsed by a lofty yet completely encompassing sense of belonging. however long the stint here ends up being... this is home.  
Post a Comment
Read more

3 emotionally-traumatizing things in 1 morning

This morning was just too much. Waking up emotionally-charged and on edge, whether from last night's dream or from some happenings earlier in the week, the following three experiences fairly sent me hurtling toward despondency. They made me want to bury myself into my blanket and cry. How alarming. 1. The stove blew up. There was a flash like lightning in the room and a sizzling sound, followed by electrical smoke and opened windows. Someone nearly got killed by a tired kitchen appliance. 2. I spilled my favorite coffee all over the bus floor. I hadn't even gotten to take a sip yet. Tragical. 3. Writhing slowly on the sidewalk was a bat, wings outstretched and shivering. It was dying, I assumed. Tears flowed quite promptly. L moved the poor thing to a nearby bush branch and out of the way of careless steps. It barked. Probably in fear at first, but then in gratefulness. So much pain and danger in the world... it's enough to make one dizzy. Times like these make me gl
Post a Comment
Read more

hunter's moon

Image
October the 18th | It is the night of the Full Hunter's Moon. There's a party to attend this evening. Shannon is in town. It had been her birthday on the 9th, so she decided to pay Oklahoma a visit. She is radiant and I see her and don't know what to say. What do you say upon seeing a friend from your on fire days, that you haven't truly spoken with in over two and a half years? You say that you don't know what to say, and you look into her beaming eyes and soak up the happiness that has flooded the room. I say it. We'd both had the same idea to plant kisses on each others' cheeks; she beats me to it. She hugs me and holds my hand. A prayer begins the potluck meal. Familiar faces abound and I am overwhelmed with indecisiveness. A few persons seem to vaguely imply that they have no interest in conversation with me, which I brush off and move on from, trying not to be hurt. [Looking back now, it very well could have been {and likely was} I who pushed the
Post a Comment
Read more