what better time to contemplate love than a friday?
in Love
lnote: {the quote} i first saw this via a couple featured on either once wed or 100 layer cake but now for the life of me i can't remember which one. i am passing it on to you via them and many others. {as for the video} i really just want to share the song (beauty by the shivers)and this was the least distracting video i could find. so turn it up and go about cleaning your room or surfing elsewhere. my roommate amanda just introduced me to it and now i have it on continuous play. i cannot stop. seriously.
somehow this pairing of quote and song just makes sense to me.
it just won't adhere to any rules.
the most any of us can do is sign
on as its accomplice. instead of vowing
to honor and obey, maybe we should
swear to aid and abet. that would
mean that security is out of the
question. the words make and
stay become inappropriate.
my love for you has no strings
attached. i love you for free.
tom robbins
rilke, my rilke.
in quotes
i was going through my books this past week. lovingly assembling my bookshelf when i came across rilke's letters to a young poet. immediately i was brought back to a small cubicle on the second floor of the school library. it was there that i sat. first year. reading this book. understanding so little of it (as it turns out). just before i entered a prolonged period of great sadness.
i have begun again now. understanding a little bit more (much of which being the extent to which i don't know). and it seems fitting that i read re-visit the book now, as i slowly unravel my own happiness. as i slowly emerge from the darkness of a period which has marked me.
"things are not all so comprehensible and expressible as one would mostly have us believe; most events are inexpressible, taking place in a realm which no word has ever entered..."
rilke talks about art and sex and love and solitude. the things that give breath to this life.
this is all to say. this is what i will be reading this weekend. frontwards, backwards, with high-lighter and black pen. and i think you should maybe pick up your own copy. ya know?
studying stars.
in finding love
sometimes i can't imagine how two people ever fall in love.
it seems to me the world is a complex constellation of misdirected gazes.
her looking at him looking at that woman looking at that man looking at that girl looking at that boy looking at. the wrong her.
a zigzagging, never-ending game of connect the dots.
but i suppose, out of every million misplaced glances, there is one brief, silent, glittering connection:
two pairs of eyes meeting. and the world set ablaze.
a nyc {for tryon} picnic.
in my manhattan, NYC
oh how i love fort tryon park!
{home of the beloved new leaf cafe}
oh how words fail to extol its many virtues!
it is my favorite place in all of new york. the air is cool and fresh {reminiscent of my grandparent's home in briarcliff}.
and the flowers are in bloom now. the smell! oh, the smell! so if you're in the city get on the nearest A train and get off at 190th. take the elevator up and find yourself in the sweetest little subway station that catapults you into forest. yes, that's right. i said catapult. and forest.
so when deciding where to celebrate cinco de mayo, it was a no-brainer. we gathered blankets, chips and guacamole, hummus, bread and goat cheese.
insta-picnic!
happy fifth, indeed!