On Heavy Rotation

Forever Clearheaded

"A laughter in the diamond air,

A music in the trembling grass."

Flying Happy.

Out-of-Door Life

spain.

the altering energy, immense beauty, intricately sculpted rock,

bay of biscay.

Nature at it's finest.

It was impossible for me to fully capture.

But I can best describe this sacred place as

The Basque Country -

A Haunt of Ancient Peace.

Go Forth

The Zest of Existence

Love Monday

Playlist

Invisible Stories

'twas i, but 'tis not i

Wild Western Winds

they call

with the upmost form

of mystery.

Look at Life

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile,

and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

-J.Muir

Wednesday Mood

Bow for a Beau

Love is Never Simple;

But I

Celebrate It.

This Very Moment

Frame of Mind:

the dream of starting a clothing line

called...

'Lounging Hardwear'

Me thinks, yes.

Come April...

Can't Wait.

Love Monday

Friday Mood

Spinning

This Very Moment

Dim.

Back Away From The Desk

Click Play

Our Hearts

Who Knows Where The Time Goes

Shot of the Day

A Murmuring

my soul today is far away.

with dreamful eyes, i seek.

To Disrupt

The past four days I've been moving my grandmother who's 99 years young,

out of her house of 50 years.

A Real Time Capsule.

50 years of magazines, papers, boxes, bits&bobs, fabric, clothing.

most, magically preserved in a weathered garage.

dust-dirt-spiders-dust-mice-more dirt-wasp nests and more, oh my!

a private woman who kept nearly everything in her lifetime was cause for

mountains of trash and a houseful of donation.

We were all emotionally raw, watching pieces of furniture you knew so well be thrown onto a pile. Men searching rooms for

'the most valuable pieces'

my grandmother sat uneasy while observing

the violent act of memories being discarded.

Tears fell, but gems were rescued, our hearts and bodies ache.

To the best woman I know....

we must remember, they're just things.

Everything will be alright.

Close Encounters of the Third Wine

happy weekend,

-lu

Love

Love

Rule of Thumb

Un Cortado.

A daily staple while living in Spain.

I've been thinking back on my time there and how easily travel can vanish.

It's now a distant memory, a distance place, a distant self.

Since I was unable to write about my experiences on this blog then,

I feel like its rather redundant to write about it now.

i may spew out a post or two...

But really,

here's to the present.

A Zephyr

Pale Skies, Steady Snow, & Mandarina.

Last Night

It's rare for me to promote a film, especially one staring knightly.

but this random watch was surprisingly good.

It had me crying, thrice.

click play.

Self Reflection

'to live in fear is a life half lived.'

The Magic Flute

An evening at the Opera: a Comedy and Tragedy

With the heavy swing of an anchored door,

you enter an art deco splendor;

glimmering of gold.

a light emits from the white marble flooring, navigating one with ease.

A sea of black garments keep adrift, till docked at a port of wine.

Drawn to the rising current of red,

we make way of heaving chicago buoy's.

while charting the upper level, some oozing of souls became a flash flood.

for then, I feared the balcony would capsize.

the cramming of lanky gams into short stature seating,

billowing winter coats, loud voices,

and the stark glow of iphones.

The lights dimmed and with profound ease,

the soft whisper of music floated upward.

it's precise elegance beckoned my eyes to close.

breathing in music first heard 221 years past...

I left Time.

Shot of the Day

This Very Moment

A Long Spark Running Dim.

Note to Self

" Sometimes good things fall apart

so better things can fall together." -marilyn monroe

Love Monday

A Place to Lay My Heart

Reactions

The Inner Flame

" The exhilarating moment when the safe place is left behind and the new place is not yet arrived at - that 'in between' moment that contains the thrill of the journey. "

Unplanned Plans

Spinning Loud

Kitschy-Kitchen Habits

Does one inherit this custom?

the storing of aspirin/cold medicine in a kitchen cabinet or drawer?

It wasn't till this morning that I noticed my mother's collection with a chuckle.

Funny what you don't 'see' in yourself and in others as well.

clearly i've been jaded by this sight, because I myself,

subconsciously store a bottle of advil in a kitchen drawer.

Now recalling, my grandmother had a glass bottle of aspirin in her cupboard -

next to the coffee cups.

Was this the syndrom of an alcoholic?

When I'm ill, I wake and head straight for the bathroom.

If I'm hungover, I wake up and head straight to the kitchen.

My imagination runs the line of:

my cigarette-coated-gin-martini-hungover grandmother, shuffling into the kitchen with baby-blue rollers in her hair, blindly putting on the coffee.

when grabbing for a cup, she swoops that aspirin bottle by the neck with her index finger.

immediately soothed by the noise of those clinking pills.

Not to say that keeping medicine in your kitchen links to drinking...

(cups neighboring pills make a whole lot of sense)

Rather, did my babyboom parents pick this placement up from

the generation of heavy drinkers who raised them?

Just an observation.

-lu

Marnin'

The Three Graces

A Thousand Silent Years Ago

"When all our hopes and fears are dead,

And both our hearts are cold,

And love is like a tune that's played,

And life a tale that's told,

"This senseless stone, so coldly fair,

That love nor life can warm,

The same enchanting look shall wear,

The same enchanting form.

"Its peace no sorrow shall destroy;

Its beauty age shall spare

The bitterness of vanished joy,

The wearing waste of care.

click-clack

Wanderlust

It never quits me

On Heavy Repeat

Wednesday Mood

Mental Note

'Nothing about your love life is "meant to be," nothing is "yours forever,"

and it's silly to pretend you had any choice in the matter.

You didn't "let it go." That shit got up and went.'

-coketalk

On Heavy Rotation (still)

Love Monday