potlucky

i made this. it was really good. 

pureed roasted eggplant. six heads roasted garlic. 

raw hazelnuts, caramelized shallots. 

with ciabatta, arugula, pear, and dried figs.

not presented well since i kept everything in separate bowls…allergies and such. 

happy birthday bpc.

❝ I have no fear of losing you, for you aren’t an object of my property, or anyone else’s. I love you as you are, without attachment, without fears, without conditions, without egoism, trying not to absorb you. I love you freely because I love your freedom, as well as mine. ❞
Anthony de Mello

draft

what started

 as burning tears from slicing shallots

and roasting garlic,

wrapping orange glass,

permeated the night

and morning

and the pull of a bow

unnerves me entirely

current house to new house ride.

nester.

this has been my home, my little green pea pod room since October.

i've been sleeping in a queen sized bed that belongs to the landlord. 

looking forward to returning to my old bed. 

each wall has something that someone i love made.

this has been really important for my brain.

new house!

photos of the gorgeous kitchen, garden, greenhouse, basement, 

ping pong table, garage, back yard, and mellow little me quarters to come. 

sunday best.

obsessing over boundary

organic astroturf. 

thriving mint

i love shimi and her old lady belly.

best blurry zucchini muffin.

finds in the tip jar.

some coins i haven't seen before!

the quarter is from 1962, which means it is silver! 

has a nice ring to it when flipped or spun.

 never seen these French or Malaysian coins. pretty beautiful!

rockway beach pt. 2

glutenfree-vegan pancakes cooked in coconut oil!

there is a light

caught snapping photos.

salty hair.

                                     

11.4.11

i’ve fallen asleep with this particular
book in my bed for nights on end

the pages aren’t so much damaged
as the words are seeping into my skin...

i miss coming out from the bath

and sitting in front of the heater, blaring

burning my skin until I had to inch away.

the waiter no. 2

[lyrics of the mufuckin' day!]

"if I'm so far from your heart, why do I feel it beat?

and time won't wait for us."

practicing purpose

will continue writing about adventures.
for brain exercise.
for practice.

practicing gratitude

let's get muddy! These hiking shoes were free. A regular customer, Robert, gave me a coupon from one of his vendors. Apparently Keen gives coupons for a free pair of shoes fairly often to clients, friends, for whatever reason they choose. You go to the website, enter a code, pick out your shoe, and that's the end. They were shipped to me from across town. It's kind of freaky, I feel like I stole something. (note: practice receiving.) I feel pretty good about accepting a gift from a local Portland company. I've spent too many mornings NOT getting my feet wet around this beautiful place. Take me to Forest Park. I'll take you to the Gorge. Let's go to Glacier.

You can't really see from this bitty little photo from someone's iPhone, but i'm really happy. Spent the weekend laughing so hard my sides hurt as a result. Playing in the ocean. Practicing headstands. Catching and trying to properly throw a frisbee. Loving. Singing. Supporting. Shooting photos.  Burning my calves from a fire built in the sand. Celebrating. Breathing. 

The only difficult part was keeping my impetuous heart quiet while enjoying my whiskey Saturday. 

keeps

i die a little death each time i wash the sea out of my hair

wipe the sand from my skin

rinse the salt from my lashes and lips.