right now: november 2013

Right now, it’s all about: crabapples poached in sweet wine, garden planning, Sister Citizen, mood boards, Herkimer diamonds, Doc Martin, chanterelle bookends, a foam alphabet mat, Fizzie’s Lunch Lab Food Camp, jade plants and decade-old photographs of a month-long trip to Italy.


just remember this.

Life is not about waiting for the storm to pass…It’s about learning to dance in the rain.

–Vivian Greene

right now: the dog days of summer

Right now, it’s all about: the hot summer grass, walks on the waterfront, spicy lemon cucumbers, homemade mint blossom syrup, just-picked oriental lilies perfuming the house, new notebooks, My Japanese Table, golden mushroom soup with mung bean noodles, a young hen’s first eggs, one perfect poached egg, lavender soda water from Frog N Kiwi, a sweet Korean melon, cherry almond clafoutis, the lovely folks at Blue Lily Photo, a luscious gelato trio at The Pike, and finally, our return to the homestead to watch tiny little feet dancing in the spray of the water hose.

Summer Grass

reasons found.

Blogging Your Way e-coursewhy are we motivated to blog? it can be multiple factors that get squeezed into a blur of nonsensical rambling thoughts around midnight (after the family is tucked into their beds), but to sum it up, it’s about our artistic expressions. our creative forces are being joined together as our lives enter new phases. we are learning how to step outside the realm of every day words and we now have a chance to delve further into our interests, our whimsy, our life.

this chance, this opportunity is what we are pursuing. this BYW class is our time to learn from those who have traveled down this path and have kept their joy. we are learning to direct our minds and our energies. it is a push to find our voice.

captured moments


the journey to this 2nd home has been filled with life-changing opportunities. I have made many frequent returns, but at certain times it has only been in my mind, a distant and persistent longing from far away.
upon this final approach by train, the morning light brings excitement and anticipation laced with sadness and uncertainty. the chance to retrace the moments of happiness, realizations, and growth.
my ears perk up at the sidewalk hustle around me – the taxis horns blaring, the sun rays peering around the heights of skyscrapers, the convergence of a world of languages that are melodious to my mind.
there is no need to explore this time around. the city brings itself to my feet. a small turn to the right or left will provide me with anything I could desire. and so I wait, watching and willing humanity to pass by me, to entertain my sight with a last performance of creative expressions of this city’s vitality.
aromas stirring up from the food carts eventually push me on to the outer boroughs where I pounce upon one of my favorite simple yet indulgent treats – a warm, freshly baked everything bagel – that is my moment in utopia.
my trip is not worth the travel unless I sample a final local fare – in this case, a specifically chosen slice of pizza that will finish out the day of satisfying my soul and my stomach.
why do I come here? it’s my retreat, my quiet moments of nature hidden amidst the giant concrete and steel carcasses. the force of this heaving city that is softened by gentle serenity. it has once again given me a chance to refocus. i am now ready for whichever path the next train will lead me.