Tuesday, January 31, 2012
all about tha Benjamins
Monday, January 30, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
little glass worlds. . .
Friday, January 27, 2012
Thursday, January 26, 2012
stolen from a friend of a friend . . .
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Remedies
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Monday, January 23, 2012
Sun & Slush

The snow melted away, so did the new perspective it brought to familiar places. The white blanket made it easy to see things as new or different or exciting, the way travel to a new place does. The snow was all of those things: new, different, exciting. Just like travel. I guess the challenge is to see all of those qualities in the things you pass everyday. I grew up away from my cousins who lived in the suburbs of Chicago. We visited them as often as possible. The trip made sense for us because we could see ALL the family, whereas a trip for them to the PACNW to visit our little nuclear family wasn't as much bang for the buck. When I was young they were really the only people I knew, who lived some place far away, in a place that was totally different from where I lived. The only people I knew that didn't see what I saw everyday. I clearly remember being very young, sitting in the back seat of the jeep while my Mom drove across our valley, pretending I was one of my cousins seeing such a beautiful place for the first time.
My "cousin glasses" made an old place new just like the snow did. I guess I have always played this little game with my perspective; trying to see things for the first time. I didn't really realize this until the snow started to melt, all the icey white was gone and I would need to put my "cousin glasses" on in order to post something. I really didn't even realize that this blog formalizes this trick that I play. What a fitting time to realize this tendency knowing that my baby bear really is seeing EVERYTHING for the first time. Maybe my "cousin glasses" should be traded in for some "baby glasses".
Thursday, January 19, 2012
flowers & honey & benches of snow
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
archives
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Monday, January 16, 2012
A lot can change in a year . . .
Or in a day. Sun showed a day before the snow swallowed the neighborhood.
& Valentine's Day is everywhere already . . . normally it wouldn't even be noticed, but now its a special day . . . its the day that baby bear was spoken out loud and made real.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Friday, January 13, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Om . . . . .

Not an easy symbol to pass without thought . . .
Om is the entire universe. It is believed to be any and everything that we can experience, it is the core of our existence or the energy and foundation on which all things exist. Ancient yogis believed that the whole universe vibrated this sound and that while in deep meditation a person can hear this universal vibration. But Om is not just a sound or a symbol.
When a person chants Om it is believed that they move energy from the low chakras, their foundation, up through the body to the crown, where the highest chakra is located. The crown chakra is called "Sahasrara". Sahasrara is related to inspiration and spirituality.
And so came my first day back to my asana practice in this new body.
It started with a teacher's reminder that when our foundation is strong we are more capable of opening from our heart. I know that this opening allows us to grow and experience. It allows us to create space for new things and create room for tolerance and light. And indeed it makes "being" feel lighter in more ways then one.
This reminder has new connotations. As a new Mom I am now helping build a brand new person's "foundation". The responsibility is heavy but my intention is very clear.
Working from the ground up with patience and love in hopes that this new baby boy will feel safe enough, supported enough and strong enough to open his heart, to grow, and to experience every opportunity. To inspire and be inspired.
Om............
Monday, January 9, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Rain, rain go away . . .

Maybe raindrops are most like shooting stars. I guess in Seattle we get to make a lot of wishes.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
My "Why"!
Had to repost this here, from here. The questions raised illustrate exactly why this blog was started. Plus what mass social experiment isn't interesting?
"In Washington DC , at a Metro Station, on a cold January morning in 2007, a man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, approximately 2000 people went through the station, most of them on their way to work.
After about four minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
About four minutes later, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
At ten minutes, a three-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
At forty-five minutes: The musician played continuously. Only six people stopped and listened for a short while. About twenty gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After one hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:
In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?"
Video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=myq8upzJDJc
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After about four minutes, a middle-aged man noticed that there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds, and then he hurried on to meet his schedule.
About four minutes later, the violinist received his first dollar. A woman threw money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
At six minutes, a young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
At ten minutes, a three-year old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head the whole time. This action was repeated by several other children, but every parent - without exception - forced their children to move on quickly.
At forty-five minutes: The musician played continuously. Only six people stopped and listened for a short while. About twenty gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
After one hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed and no one applauded. There was no recognition at all.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold-out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100 each to sit and listen to him play the same music.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell, playing incognito in the D.C. Metro Station, was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people’s priorities.
This experiment raised several questions:
In a common-place environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty?
If so, do we stop to appreciate it?
Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:
If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made…
How many other things are we missing as we rush through life?"
Video : http://www.youtube.com/
Click "like" at : http://www.facebook.com/
Friday, January 6, 2012
Just wanted to say . . .
I have been getting lots of positive feedback already from readers, friends, & family which is so great! Thank you all for sending along some inspiration and love. I am flattered.
This blog is mostly for me, its like a public exercise in mindfulness, a journal and a visual log all in one, so the fact that it has caught anyone else's eye or mind is such a compliment. Thank youse!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Window shopping with Shadows, Butter & Teenagers
A perfect day for a stroll with the snow on the inside and the sun on the outside. A visit to the french bakery, more for a destination then anything else. What made me most happy about the entire scene was eating by candle light with my date, a sleeping baby bear, and candles before the sun went down at that!
This wasn't my first visit to the bakery and every time I peruse the cases of french desserts, breads, and pastries the man behind the counter has found some way to assure me that each item in the case is just a different rendition of butter. I'm not sure that keeps most customers coming back, but I on the other hand, will eat me some rendered butter. Maybe that is my French side?!
Anyway on the way home our stroller shared the sidewalk with a teenager. You know the "typical" teenager. Hair in his face, hoodie up, no eye contact teenager. He was walking, playing his electrical guitar, you could only really hear the twang of the strings if you were close. But it reminded me of that time in life. Such an exciting time! Finding your passions, defining yourself, experimenting, and not giving a f#@!$ while simultaneously giving a f#@!$. I will always think of my teenage years with some awe, some appreciation and lots of nostalgia but never any regret. What a winding journey it was. I so understand that journey and I am thankful for what that age brings to the world. I really can't wait for my boy to become a teenager ("can't wait" might be the wrong phrase, I can wait, and will patiently, but I am looking forward to parenting a teenager!).
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
easily inspired . . .
Monday, January 2, 2012
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Its the simple things . . .

Sleeping in, breakfast at home, a walk in the hood, talk of the future and dinner out. Not bad for the first day of 2012. Its a "no resolution" kind of a year, but the intentions and aspirations are endless.
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