I just got home after walking 100 blocks up my Manhattan island. I wasn't lost or broke or anything; I just felt like walking 100 blocks. After 80 blocks or so, I decided that I could either come home and do some much-anticipated writing, or I could finish the last 20 blocks that I had planned on and then come home and be too tired to write. Since I chose the latter, but still was craving some sensory satisfaction, I internet-hunted a few places and this is what I found. And now I am sharing it with you. You're welcome. Share back if you're cool. Or just absorb happily if you're cool but less sharey.
An excerpt from Frank Bruni's NYTimes column this week. It describes my life achingly well
Remember your 20s? You ache for an assurance that you’re pointed in a purposeful direction, but suspect that you’re going nowhere fast. Your desire to project confidence is inversely proportional to your store of it, and you have some really, really bad furniture.
by Mary Oliver
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
I think joy and sweetness and affection are a spiritual path. We're here to know God, to love and serve God, and to be blown away by the beauty and miracle of nature. You just have to get rid of so much baggage to be light enough to dance, to sing, to play. You don't have time to carry grudges; you don't have time to cling to the need to be right.”
― Anne Lamott
Fei Fei Sun for Vogue Italia, January 2013
My picture of Musée D'Orsay in Paris
Pablo Amarg: Protección a la Infancia
Tom Ford Spring 2013 Collection
A picture that would take too long to explain why I have. Just enjoy the honest silliness