Site Meter ANCORA IMPARO
I believe in simplicity. I believe in feelings and family, friendship and fidelity, forgiveness and fortitude. I believe in miracles, meditation, motherhood and make believe and that music is the only real magic this world has ever seen. I believe in concocting and consuming colorful cocktails and fussing over and feasting on fabulous food. I believe in living out loud. I believe in laughing until your face hurts and loving until your heart breaks. I believe in behaving boldly and when warranted, badly, taking bubble baths and being barefoot. I believe in poetry, puppies and playing in the park. I believe in seeking without ceasing that which sings to my soul and strengthens my spirit. I believe in dancing in the rain and digging in the dirt. I believe in honest expression and the golden rule. I believe in Nature and naps and that naïveté is sometimes necessary. I believe in goodness and gratitude, grit and grace. I believe in unity and the power of the universe. I believe in being authentically awesome. I believe in being better today than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow. I believe in challenges and change and growing pains. I believe in the inherent worth of every creature, being and life force on this planet. I believe in honoring the individual journeys and paths of people whether I understand them or not. I believe in letting people live their truth and trusting that it’s right for them. I believe in lifting up and letting go. I believe that death is just as sacred an experience as birth and that it is never, ever an end.

Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.


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Walden’s pouting & has decided to boycott National Cat Day until we “Get it together like the Egyptians!”…no joke.

Walden’s pouting & has decided to boycott National Cat Day until we “Get it together like the Egyptians!”…no joke.

"I’d rather have flowers on my table than diamonds around my neck." - Emma Goldman

"I’d rather have flowers on my table than diamonds around my neck." - Emma Goldman

“The test of our progress is not whether we add more to the abundance of those who have much; it is whether we provide enough for those who have too little.”

—Franklin D. Roosevelt

Pages Matam - “Piñata”

Vet visit is clearly all forgiven.

Vet visit is clearly all forgiven.

archiemcphee:

Last year we posted about Josh Sundquist’s awesome Leg Lamp costume based on the “major award” from the 1983 movie A Christmas Story. For Halloween this year the rapper, motivational speaker, math nerd, and Paralympic champion has outdone himself with an outstanding flamingo costume.
We love the concept, execution, and that amazing hot pink bodysuit. And we hope that Josh doesn’t spend so much time upside-down on Halloween that he misses out on all the candy and ends up with a head rush instead. Candy beats a head rush every time.
[via Neatorama]

archiemcphee:

Last year we posted about Josh Sundquist’s awesome Leg Lamp costume based on the “major award” from the 1983 movie A Christmas Story. For Halloween this year the rapper, motivational speaker, math nerd, and Paralympic champion has outdone himself with an outstanding flamingo costume.

We love the concept, execution, and that amazing hot pink bodysuit. And we hope that Josh doesn’t spend so much time upside-down on Halloween that he misses out on all the candy and ends up with a head rush instead. Candy beats a head rush every time.

[via Neatorama]

(via goodstuffhappenedtoday)

We need MORE of this love in the world.

Today.

Right now.

This second.

“There is always something to do. There are hungry people to feed, naked people to clothe, sick people to comfort and make well. And while I don’t expect you to save the world I do think it’s not asking too much for you to love those with whom you sleep, share the happiness of those whom you call friend, engage those among you who are visionary and remove from your life those who offer you depression, despair and disrespect.”

—Nikki Giovanni

Wednesday Wisdom

Wednesday Wisdom

Shrinking Women – Lily Myers

Across from me at the kitchen table, my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass.
She says she doesn’t deprive herself,
but I’ve learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork.
In every crinkle in her brow as she offers me the uneaten pieces on her plate.
I’ve realized she only eats dinner when I suggest it.
I wonder what she does when I’m not there to do so.

Maybe this is why my house feels bigger each time I return; it’s proportional.
As she shrinks the space around her seems increasingly vast.
She wanes while my father waxes. His stomach has grown round with wine, late nights, oysters, poetry. A new girlfriend who was overweight as a teenager, but my dad reports that now she’s “crazy about fruit.”

It was the same with his parents;
as my grandmother became frail and angular her husband swelled to red round cheeks, rotund stomach
and I wonder if my lineage is one of women shrinking
making space for the entrance of men into their lives
not knowing how to fill it back up once they leave.

I have been taught accommodation.
My brother never thinks before he speaks.
I have been taught to filter.
"How can anyone have a relationship to food?" He asks, laughing, as I eat the black bean soup I chose for its lack of carbs.
I want to tell say: we come from difference, Jonas, 
you have been taught to grow out
I have been taught to grow in
you learned from our father how to emit, how to produce, to roll each thought off your tongue with confidence, you used to lose your voice every other week from shouting so much
I learned to absorb
I took lessons from our mother in creating space around myself
I learned to read the knots in her forehead while the guys went out for oysters
and I never meant to replicate her, but
spend enough time sitting across from someone and you pick up their habits

that’s why women in my family have been shrinking for decades.
We all learned it from each other, the way each generation taught the next how to knit
weaving silence in between the threads
which I can still feel as I walk through this ever-growing house,
skin itching,
picking up all the habits my mother has unwittingly dropped like bits of crumpled paper from her pocket on her countless trips from bedroom to kitchen to bedroom again, 
Nights I hear her creep down to eat plain yogurt in the dark, a fugitive stealing calories to which she does not feel entitled.
Deciding how many bites is too many
How much space she deserves to occupy.

Watching the struggle I either mimic or hate her,
And I don’t want to do either anymore
but the burden of this house has followed me across the country
I asked five questions in genetics class today and all of them started with the word “sorry”.
I don’t know the requirements for the sociology major because I spent the entire meeting deciding whether or not I could have another piece of pizza
a circular obsession I never wanted but

inheritance is accidental
still staring at me with wine-stained lips from across the kitchen table.

"Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." -Marcel Proust

"Let us be grateful to the people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." -Marcel Proust

One of my very favorite photos of Midge. It never fails to make me smile…even on a sick day like today. #tbt

One of my very favorite photos of Midge. It never fails to make me smile…even on a sick day like today. #tbt

Wednesday Wisdom

Wednesday Wisdom

Wanna stop traffic at a QT? This’ll do it. EVERYONE was mesmerized.  (at QuikTrip)

Wanna stop traffic at a QT? This’ll do it. EVERYONE was mesmerized. (at QuikTrip)

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