Breathe, little bird.

Mar 18

Don’t let the crown fall. Because there’s no halo underneath promising redemption. Besides, it’s too cold outside for angels to fly. What’s so wrong with holding on to daydreams? When the worst things in life come free and we’re always *just* under that upper hand, what harm can come of the tenacity of persistent optimism and perhaps the stubbornly unyielding quest to be better? Fail, fail, fail. Isn’t that how we climb, climb, climb?

I read once, that it’s not how good you are – rather, how good you want to be.

Hummingbird seeks unlocked cage with no mirrors. Free to a good home.

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Free Yourself.

Nov 12

I always find it unfortunate and a bit jarring when it takes a major storm or event to bring people, myself most humbly included, back down to earth. Life has only kept going and with it – the earth spinning. But this space has grown quiet for far too long minus a few bits of random thought firings. And as busy as I am, trying to beat that alarm and pour my next cup of coffee, perhaps my next glass of wine, other things are slowing down. I’m losing someone really dear to me. I’ve always been a writer, never short on words and thoughts, a serial over-sharer. Yet, these types of posts remain a bit cryptic by nature. Still, I suppose I’ve felt the need for a bit of blood-letting so here we are, shambles.
Let’s do it old school. Bullets? Anyone?

1. Getting back to the barn and riding weekly has proven (as I both feared and prayed) to be a saving grace for my sanity. What a breath of fresh air. I can’t wait to start showing again. Adrenaline. Air. Large mammals. Pretty posture. Jumping.

2. My little girls just had their 18 month check-up. They are strong as ever, and only 19 pounds each. So precious and full of fire.

3. I’ve steered away from being particularly self reflective for the past, I don’t know, year or so? It’s happening again, and I’m choosing (today) to ride it out and let it just be. If you’re here, I figure…you fell in love with it, so, right.

4. Thinking about going from platinum to ginger this week…no big deal.

5. I hate when people ask me what I “do”. It’s getting a bit too fuzzy. Seriously, how do women answer that question? (I wanted to write “women of my caliber” but realized that would read only one way – PRETENTIOUS. But there, see what I did? I guess we’ve just killed two birds?)

6. I absolutely love MRIs. I spent 2 hours in an MRI machine recently and it was the most blissful 2 hours of my recent history. Apparently, such response is atypical. My sports medicine specialist thinks I’m pretty fly.

7. Work has provided me the “luxury” of an iPhone 5. It’s scary, and I like it.

8. I still eat oatmeal every single day, just in case you were wondering (hey, I said we were going old school here with the blogging…)

9. I still am on an old vine Zinfandel kick with seasonal beers tossed in between.

10. Being wordy is exhausting. I live for it. Sometimes they take it, sometimes they leave it. Seems like it matters most when it’s GONE.

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Never stop questioning.

Sep 10

Like a moth to a flame. It can be so hard to stop constantly thinking, questioning, and feeling. But I like to think – rather, I live to think, that those urges and passions – the same ones that fuel the deepest pains and heartaches, are also most capable of sharing light and truth. The test I guess, is to see how long one can endure standing in a tunnel of darkness with what feels like a single candle in hopes of sparking the hearts and minds of others. Burn, baby burn.

True art is characterized by an irresistible urge in the creative artist. -Albert Einstein

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The present in New York is so powerful that the past is lost.

Jun 30

I spent the last three days in New York City attending a seminar at the Direct Marketing Association. I haven’t been to the city since I was a girl, and experiencing it on my own accord (for the most part) was incredible. I was voted “Most Likely to be on Broadway” in highschool, and I’m thinking all those girls may have been on to something. There may have been a place for me there. The people, the sounds, the food, the noise, the culture, the streets…there is truly no place on earth quite like it. Asking people to take pictures of you in true tourist form isn’t even that awkward. Or if it is, I didn’t care – because just soaking in all the world right in those little moments was all that mattered. I truly regret not packing my Canon 60D (an artist without her tools in the most inspirational of places is quite a shame), but these little arms could only carry so much luggage. A blackberry camera and an iPod touch were all I had to document, but better than nothing at all. I enjoyed roaming the streets, eating new foods, meeting new marketers/artists and learning new things. It was a short trip, but one I am most thankful for and truly won’t forget.

Salvatore Ferragamo and Marilyn!

Times Square on a Thursday

Crepe au Chocolate and Cotes du Rhone

9/11 Memorial

In love with Manhattan

Times Square at Night

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A story without emotion is merely decoration.

Jun 19

Well my, my. This skin is getting that familiar itch, the one that can only be cured with a concoction of needles, ink and P A S S I O N.
Just when you think you’re done…
You remember, you’re never really done.
There’s always more. The search for more plagues this breed. And that quest, that thirst, is what makes T H I S breed so beautiful.
But what to do with the juxtaposition of desire to feel absolutely everything, and occasionally absolutely nothing? A delightful conundrum it remains, until otherwise advised. And as such, mastery of the masquerade shall carry on.

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