life slice #4.

when just the right guy happens to smile at
just the right moment and
it just so happens he's smiling at you and
he's caught you mid-laugh
and all of it,
all of it is just enough
to keep you going.

me too.

today it's raining in new york and i'm so thankful for it. for the gray and the clouds and the little bit of gloom. something magical about a rainy day, i say. and while i'd like to stay in bed all day, it's not in the cards. 

turns out the cards today herald day-old-dirty-hair and a laundry list of things i've been putting off--a laundry list of things i need to do to keep myself afloat--like head to the bank and head to the gym (goodness, can't tell you how long that's been) and maybe head to the kitchen tonight, too. to actually make myself something--to nourish the body and the mind and give that stove-top a workout. 

so off i go. to smile in the rain. 

via. 

"something 'bout the quiet surprise in darkness"

i have a list of people i want to see live: mayer hawthorne, fitz and the tantrums, portugal. the man, the avett brothers, laura marling, but there's something about this guy...

that puts him at the top of the list.

no question.

"Last night, as I was sleeping" by Antonio Machado {and happy monday}

Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that a spring was breaking
out in my heart.
I said: Along which secret aqueduct,
Oh water, are you coming to me,
water of a new life
that I have never drunk?

     Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.

     Last night, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that a fiery sun was giving
light inside my heart.
It was fiery because I felt
warmth as from a hearth,
and sun because it gave light
and brought tears to my eyes.

     Last night, as I slept,
I dreamt -- marvelous error!—
that it was God I had
here inside my heart.






(a very kind reader sent this my way and i can hardly read it without crying. so true and beautiful and needed is it this week--may it be a good week for us all--full of light and marvelous errors and honey made from sweet failures and divinity, above all else).




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via.

"Why am I afraid to dance, I who love 
music and rhythm and grace and song 
and laughter? Why am I afraid to live, 
I who love life and the beauty of the flesh 
and the living colors of the earth and sky 
and sea? Why am I afraid to love, I who 
love love love?"


Eugene O'Neill