a fourth of july three day holiday.

i had the loveliest weekend celebrating america's independence. here in provo it was something of a three day affair.

on saturday i headed with some friends to see the grassroots production of romeo and juliet. actors and performers and the like love to borrow and steal and pay homage to others so we went for ideas. with a cooler of bread, cheese, and grapes there was nothing like sitting on a sloping green hill, mountains all aglow in the distance, having an interactive and very fun shakespeare experience.

then on sunday night a lovely blog-reader jess kindly invited me over for sunday night dinner. we talked and laughed and i felt so included and cared for. nothing like a home cooked meal.(pictures to come).

and then this morning we woke good and early to catch the parade that heads down center street. i must say that when celebrating the fourth, nothing makes my heart go pitter-patter quite like the sight of red, white, and blue: flags. lots, and lots of flags, please. however,sitting in the sun for a few hours has taken it out of me and i am pooped, ready for a nap. (did i mention i have a farmer's tan on precisely one arm. yup, just one).

hoping your weekend was just as wonderful as mine!

rent my nyc apartment!!

i hate defiling this blogspot lover of mine with business but here goes...

i'm looking for someone to sublet my nyc apartment from august 1 to september 15.

the rent is inordinately low considering that it's in manhattan and that the apartment itself is kinda to die for. (did i mention we have views of the hudson?).

it's a two minute walk from the express A train (which means from where i live to columbus circle {59th street} it is only about 20 minutes).

if you're interested for any or all of the time period or just have some questions email me at

fee.meg@gmail.com

he was a persian poet who lived from 1315-1390.

in searching for hafiz quotes yesterday morning, i found this one:

All these words are just a front.
What I would really like to do
is chain you to my body,
then sing for days & days & days.

during the daily phone chat with my mother i read it to her.

silence. crickets. and the like.

to which i replied, it's okay mom. i'm 24. i'm young enough to still think that sentiment is unbelievably sexy and still just a wee bit (or a lot) beyond my comprehension. but old enough to sure as hell wanna figure it out.

oh that hafiz. he gets me everytime.

ending the three day funk right here, right now.

the past three days have been hard. i'm not sure why. it just happens that way some times.

so this morning i slept in good and late, woke and feasted on some hafiz quotes and reminded myself that i'm okay. for better or worse, i am who i am. and that it's not my job to please anyone but myself.

and then i grooved to this song for the better part of the afternoon. and my chest opened up. and i felt beautiful as i haven't in quite some time.

of course.

the place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.

hafiz