Spinning

Morbid?

Sporadically, matt and I went to the forest lawn memorial yesterday afternoon.
Within the grounds, on the hilltop perches a tiny museum.
After viewing the sketches of Matisse,
we meandered about.
passing one elaborate gravestone after another.
It was a clear and cool 'winter' day in los angeles,
the wind howling up and over the hills.

Was it morbid? Somewhat.
Was it Pleasant? Oddly, very much so.

Joy accompanied me as I walked.

I couldnt help but feel like Maude...
with a hobby of attending funerals and roaming around cemeteries.

Gloomy Friday

Weather Report for Southern California :
A low of 36, Rain, Possible Snow Showers.
Interesting.

Recreational Drollery

Wednesday Mood

To Dream of a Life...
Walking along the current of the Seine and roaming the Rues of Paris, day in - day out.
To write local mean time, at a large wooden desk with fresh flowers, a never cooling cup of coffee, floor to ceiling windows, and creaky wooden floors.
To venture out into raw and natural wonders. To lay under our celestial blanket, breathing deeply, and embracing the silence within.

Dreams are necessary to life.

Shot of the Day

The Wayward Wind

'I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart.
I am. I am. I am.' -s. plath

On Heavy Repeat

Oh, the Achin'Heart.

Broken

"One must learn to love, and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it,
and the journey is always towards the other soul."-dh lawrence

Daily Barista

I opened and closed the Cafe today...

*long-exhale*
melancholy and all by my lonesome
on this rainy friday evening.

Equidistant

'The whole world is a relic.' - Wolfe

Inspiration for Spring

Spinning

L O V E

XOXOX
OXOXO
XOXOX

Peaks of Light

Last night,
myself and a couple work friends went to the Cinema to see
L'illusionniste
which was really wonderful
(though, not anywhere near the goodness of Triplets)

Then it was followed by good company, sushi, wine, dark chocolate,
and an extensive conversation.

This morning looks bright, it's time to venture out.

Status Quo

happy weekend, y'all.

Without a Trace

Claire Pestaille

I gaze.
I gaze.

The Oasis

Agua Caliente Cahuilla Indian Canyon - Palm Springs

We weaved our way out of Palm Springs and into the Reservation;
accompanied by fresh gusts of wind, a crisp blue sky and a warm 80 degrees.
As we slowly descended into the canyon, the lightest and most insignificant parts of self separated from my body.
My heart grew stronger, my legs found balance, and my senses sharpened.
The song of frogs along the babbling creak led me further along;
passing a cathedral of Palms, vertically placed rocks, and rolling sage.
My mind sped back in time, dreaming of those before...
Here in this Wild Desert.

I keep lands locked in my heart;
for always.

I Hate to Say the Words

Well, you know...since they're having a Blizzaster
back home in Chicago.

We depart tomorrow
(after work)
for a
Mini-Vacation-Get-Away-in-Palm-Springs!
The long weekend will be filled with
Birthday Celebration, Good Friends,
Drinks, Food, Croquet, Pool,
Books, Relaxation,
and many Laughs.

Signing Off till Tuesday!

Love,
-Lu

What exists beneath the sea?

Lost Vessels, Lost Cities?
Driftwood, Treasure, Jagged Stones, Wine Bottles, a YoYo...
Poetry, Wishes, and Dreams casted upon these waters over the Ages.
It Harbors Our Very Existence.
Let's take better care.

Spinning

Shot of the Day

“oh god it’s wonderful
to get out of bed
and drink too much coffee
and smoke too many cigarettes
and love you so much”
-Frank O'Hara

thanks, jamin!