Archive for July, 2011

Beautiful depth

Saturday, July 9th, 2011

There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
— Friedrich Nietzsche

We are all composed of every road we’ve chosen, every place we’ve been, every person we’ve encountered. Every choice. Every thought. Every moment. And we are all the better, or the worse, for each little thing. I wonder how I will affect those I encounter. How my thoughts, my words, my actions will change the course of someone else’s life or my own. I wonder if I tell those I love how much they mean to me in a way they can fully comprehend. I wonder if we can revisit a moment in time and feel it as vividly as we did then AND see it differently. If it is possible to love with roots so deep they hold us steady in the harshest of weather and have that love flourish for a lifetime. I wonder if I plant enough seeds if I will leave behind a garden or if I will forget to tend to one and leave behind a weed that grows thick over infinite possibilities, shutting doors or overgrowing paths I could have taken? I hope I leave this world a little bit (or a lot) better than I came into it. And I hope I leave more flourishing than dead within the garden.

I have suffered gut-wrenching loss but I have loved in ways epic love stories are composed. I have been so sick I thought I’d die but I have lived so well in the moment that I have no regrets. I have wept so hard I couldn’t catch my breath and doubted whether I would ever stop but I have laughed just as hard but twice as much. I have been fortunate in this life and I try to remind myself of this every day. In ways most people fail to see. I measure my life, my success in love, in family, in friends, in the smiles of every day strangers. I am a sum total of all my experiences and yet I awake anew every single day and I choose who I will be in this world today. Like we all do. And today, I choose to be. Whatever that may consist of today… I choose to be.

A work in progress

Tuesday, July 5th, 2011

‘RedHead’, originally uploaded by demelza fey.

We are none of us finished. We are perpetually moving forward, changing, growing, expanding, shrinking. As time marches forward I realize we can outgrow people as easily as we once fit into them. And this makes sense of all the people left behind, parts of myself included.

“The soul has illusions as the bird has wings: it is supported by them.” – Victor Hugo

I feel twinges of regret, lamenting all that has come and all that has gone. I’ve forgotten faces and whole chapters of books I once loved. And yet, this morning, I know for each space left behind an invitation is sent out into the world for something new to fill it. And I am overcome with hope.

Something in the way she moves by James Taylor

This song brings me to a happy place!

Happy 4th of July

Saturday, July 2nd, 2011

A lovely bunch of boys came up with the idea to eat red, white and blue foods for the 4th of July weekend. We ran with the idea at our house…and here was breakfast…

Plain yogurt, blueberries and strawberries! (Underneath is some granola!)

I hope all of you have a safe and enjoyable 4th of July holiday. I’ll post more fun pictures as I take them!

For now, let me tell you what I LOVE ABOUT JULY!

Red, white(<–white) and blue. Ice cubes. Swimming. Slurpees. Free time. Salads and fruit. Summer vegetables. Popsicles. The sound of the ice cream trucks in my neighborhood. Independence. Outdoor musical concerts. Festivals. The Bite of Seattle. Seafair. Captain Bogg & Salty. Whaling Days.