“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.” – Roald Dahl
Monthly archive July, 2012
Africa

Africa

"I may be gone, but I won't be long  I'll be bringing back the melody And all the rhythms that I find." - Cowboy Junkies Hello, my lovelies! I will be exploring Africa for the next month, so if posts are light to none,  please know that I'm enjoying the present moment and soaking in all the wonder that is Africa. I look forward to connecting with you all when I return!  Love! Love!  . . . Read More >>
Kyla Mitsunaga!

Kyla Mitsunaga!

Kyla Mitsunaga sat crossed legged on her navy blue bed spread as she methodically brushed her very thick, very straight, nearly waist length jet-black hair. I sat directly across from her on my striped comforter, flipping restlessly through my big book of CD’s. Going about our separate business, both of us were acutely aware of the invisible line, carefully drawn down the center of the room. The line that would determine the only personal space we could claim as our own for the next nine months of our lives. Kyla had just arrived on the grounds of CATE, our Southern California. . . Read More >>
Thank You For Sharing Your Life With Me...

Thank You For Sharing Your Life With Me…

"two people were married- the act was outrageous, the bride was contagious, she burned like a bride..." - paul simon Two years ago today - on the last day of a three week adventure through Peru that took us eighteen hours down the Amazon River by boat, to Lima’s bustling metropolis, into Cuzco's rich history, atop the majestic peaks of Machu Picchu, and down into the fertile folds of the Scared Valley – we spontaneously decided to get married. In a private ceremony, just for us, (apart from a little live music of course) in the same dress I wore on our first date and a flower. . . Read More >>
Katie Green!

Katie Green!

So much of our everyday lives are filled with seemingly insignificant interactions and events that have no effect on the scheme of our overall lives. Or do they?  Could eavesdropping on a conversation as you stand in line to purchase an overpriced coffee, missing a train, or even enrolling in an obscure calligraphy class- a la Steve Jobs- actually all be important pieces of a much larger puzzle? For Katie Green the answer is yes.  After witnessing a friend’s sister suffer from an eating disorder, engage in self-mutilation, and attempt suicide as a reaction to being abused, Katie was moved to understand how trauma. . . Read More >>
Busy Bodies

Busy Bodies

One I afternoon I sat beneath the coral tree in my backyard and wrote a poem about how being "busy" serves as an illusion of meaning and a distraction from fear. The following day I saw an article by Tim Kreider titled, The 'Busy' Trap. Ordinary Magic abounds! I took it as a sign that they should be included in a post together.       I used to be busy, I was important of course- Had meetings, had parties, no time for remorse Pounding the pavement, calendar crammed tomorrow, tomorrow Can’t you see I’m slammed? Workdays, workouts, working my world Downtime was no time for this little girl. I used to be busy, Faster than fast- A frantic, frenzy of. . . Read More >>
Emma Ludbrook!

Emma Ludbrook!

Would you leave your friends and family and everything you’ve ever known on the other side of the world for a chance at a dream? Would you follow your heart 9,934 miles away from home, with nothing but your courage to guide you? At just eighteen years-old these were questions that Emma Ludbrook wrestled with before booking her plane ticket from Sydney, Australia to New York, New York to pursue a career as a film producer. Eleven years later - seated across from each other at a long, family-style dinner - I found myself instantly drawn to the clarity in Emma’s striking. . . Read More >>
Julia Roy!

Julia Roy!

Ever since the modern workforce (that’s a relative term) began, it was taken for granted that the eldest members of any organization were in possession of the most information, money, and freedom. Young whippersnappers had no choice but to pay their dues in entry-level positions or worse yet, the mailroom, and after many long years of hard work and exhausting office politics, there was the possibility of reaching the top. The top - a place where nobody orders you around, you can take a nap in the middle of the day, or jet off to an exotic local on a. . . Read More >>