Open Book

there's no denying the very distance that keeps us apart.

time for me has slowed now to a vanishing point.

day and night, thoughts of you torment my heart.

all's static.

like the watchful eyes of a neighbor,

a violating presence which i can't escape.

I breathe in all of what we have - and exhale a tarnished hope.

doubts continue to grow with the lack of your

confidence.

there are no short cuts.

only what we can be,

right now.

or maybe I should learn to

bite my tongue

Spinning LOUD

At Last

Pizza, Wine, and The Doctor.

Single Behavior at it's Finest.

On the Rocks

and... my conclusion

for the day.

Antidote

today, I had to ease my troubled mind.

I do so by going for long walks.

the length spent walking usually constitutes the degree of my worries.

this saturday, I logged four hours.

wandering back and forth across town, up and down oak lined streets,

and gazing out upon the encroaching autumn light.

though, I did happen to meander into a couple spots.

first, a stop at The Buzz for a talk drink of iced coffee.

and then into a thrift shop, where i swooped up this pile of gems.

monies spent: $12 even

the price for soothing my soul?

priceless.

There's No Concept Of Weekends Anymore

Don't judge.

When its sweltering...

I like my beer over ice.

Mantra

yep.

On Heavy Rotation

Captured

I stumbled across this photo yesterday and I'm obsessed.

If I were to categorize my photographic appeal...

it's of candid, real life moments such as this.

I love that the foreground is out of focus,

the subjects, era, lighting, location.

Perfection in my book.

Add it to the pile of

Snaps in my Life.

Shot of the Day

A Bookish Fortress

my 'area'

aka

the sunroom

has become a

smorgasbord of tented spines.

perched fully along the edges of the sofa

like perfect gargoyles.

apparently, I'm not one for bookmarks.

Dream A Little

9:00pm, saturday night.

ac-cent-u-ate the positive.

Thursday Mood

On the Turntable

This Very Moment

Love Monday

Beautiful Things Take Time

'With the Wind comes Fate' -Rilke

Spinning

Stormy Weather

Anything Different Is Good

Being here in Chicago feels like

I'm reliving the same day over and over.

Just Sayin'.

Flung Upon A Windy Hill

Rather than Think, Do.

On Heavy Repeat

Like This

'Dance, when you're broken open.

Dance, if you've torn the bandage off.

Dance in the middle of the fighting.

Dance in your blood.

Dance, when you're perfectly free.'

-Rumi

happy weekend.

besos

San Sebastian

I can't wait to eat basque cuisine.

work as an au pair.

live alongside the sea,

and learn the city streets.

Come September 25th, dear city.

Be good to me.

So It Goes

chicagoland, now.

brisk cool air has replaced the heat.

a drastic Fall from summer.

legs curled tightly under oversized pillows for warmth.

sipping hot coffee with a greater purpose.

so it goes a city of harsh extremes,

something that the core of myself

relates to.

Blank Space

dense air pouring through open windows.

second cup of coffee.

pages written.

dusting off an old friend.

crisp white paper in feed roller.

questioning the strength of her ribbon.

questioning the words to pour.

just stillness.

Spiritual Profit

'I'm always pleased to have lots of blue around me.'

- Jane Bowles

Love Monday

Rain Shower

an early rising for a walk to the farmers market.

dense humidity, grayish white hued sky.

accomplished coffee and kale.

walked home feeling renewed by rain.

For Self

'Become silent. In your silence, all questions will disappear. And the dance will begin, whatever the figure! Because as far as your inner being is concerned, it has no figure; it is just a luminous flame which can dance. It has been eternally there, repressed by you. You are the greatest enemy of yourself. My effort is to turn you into the greatest friend of yourself.' -Osho

As of Late

August

I Will Not Take 'But' For An Answer

There are places and moments in which one is so completely alone

that one sees the world entire.

- Jules Renard

Sum It Up

Lu On Air Travel

los angeles to vegas to chicago

humans packed like cattle in a filthy, tiny,

construction site of a terminal.

flight delayed 2 1/2 hours,

equal the following observations:

children playing guess who

holding back steady tears

7 year old girl walks by with a cell phone in hand

asking her mother 'when will we finally get service?'

babies keep staring at me.

man keeps staring at me.

5 dollar water.

stevie nicks.

middle aged woman approaches me.

she leans over, hands on knees along with an expression of sympathy

'would you like to sit in a seat rather than on the floor?'

' you going to vegas? where you from?'

It was the manner of her tone that oddly translated

'are you lost? is everything okay?'

as if I was small child lost in an airport.

it must have been my pathetic posture, solemn face and weepy eyes that gave me away.

descended into vegas among heat lightning and severe gusts of wind.

yelps and screeches from passengers, then touch down.

we applauded.

forty minutes from final destination,

held in a holding pattern due to severe thunderstorms in chicago.

we circle for an entire hour, left- left- left- left.

finally, captain was given the go-ahead.

we weaved our way down,

with all too close for comfort flares of electricity.

that was yesterday.

by the bye, NEVER fly Spirit Airlines.

I Hate Goodbyes

a week of haunting dreams, for it's of fear and regret.

by day, a million 'I love you' spoken.

everything is packed, and put away.

In a few hours, I take flight to chicago.

which will then begin my 5 month absence.

my nerves are shot, my heartaches unbearable, my courage weary.

I don't know what the future holds,

but I do know that I must be my strongest.

The Journey Within

'What you seek is seeking you'

-Rumi