under heaven's skies

I'm sure I've already posted this video, BUT . . .

. . .life seems to be full of unexpected things, people, and experiences lately and this song reminds me of how lucky I am to love the people I love, and be in the presence of such beauty, blooming and bursting from somewhere I can't quite understand yet. 

"To feel the love of people whom we love is a fire that feeds our life." 
— Pablo Neruda

xoxo
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just a little heart

I have a few really fun posts planned for this week, but need to talk about some polaroid magic first!  

A few months after I started my current job I spotted a bunch of polaroid 600 film in our refrigerator at work.  And when I say "a bunch" I mean specifically, 100 sheets.  10 packs of 10.  As it turned out, no one was interested in claiming them and so of course I happily did.  This was before The Impossible Project got off the ground so it was an extra special find.  I'm down to two more packs as I write this :(  Anyway, my apartment is rather small so with the exception of some extra specials shots, I started storing them away in a sweet vintage tin.  Until the other day when I finally snapped out of it and realized that was ridiculous.  So I pulled everything off of my largest wall and filled it with the polaroids and the people I love.  I'm not gonna lie. . .it warms my heart every time I see it and that got me thinking about how I can incorporate a little more love and a little more heart in my life.  Turns out, it isn't as hard as it seems.  

Night Night, and lots of love.

*A

all is full of love

Sometimes you have an extra rough day (week) and if you're as lucky as I am, you have a friend who will leave a care package full of essential goodies + relaxation items + flowers, on your doorstep, complete with a sweet note.  

when the wind is on the moon

It is my hope that life continues to lovingly push me out of my comfort zone, to learn new things, adapt to new circumstances, meet new people and always be in a process of discovery.

As for the rest, patience and love, and a little Alexi. . . 

thoughts on a Sunday evening in the Spring

Okay I will admit it.  

Someday I'd like to have a big cozy porch with a big cozy antique couch, an obscene number of tulips, a tire swing hanging from a ridiculously large tree, a collection of pyrex and a desire to cook, kids running around with big wheels and little red wagons, who know they're value and know they're loved.  And I want to teach them how to paint and to take photos and make forts and stare at the stars and respect the earth and their fellow beings and trust themselves and ask questions and appreciate music and dance whenever they feel like it.  And I want that darkroom, and a Hasselblad, and an entire wall of paint-by-numbers, and an obscene number of books stacked to the ceiling in a room that manages to have both morning and evening light pouring through large windows.  I want to still be going on bike rides and listening to old records, and The Beatles, and Tom Waits.  And I want to still own some fabulously old, reliable, Honda hatchback and still enjoy my alone time and thrift with my friends, and have dinners and outings and road trips.  And I want chalkboards in every room of a house, with lots of light and color and whose purpose is to be lived in - really lived in.  And I want to wear dresses and aprons and bake cookies and have a kick ass garden, and a dog, or maybe two.  

And I want the Stud.  I really do.  

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