ending the week.

Ticking /talking. Asado. sea breeze. foggy disposition. light.
Monumental conversations. addiction. release.
the bubbles taste pure, whilst the hangover stays toxic.

one moment please

I'm not easy. but I'm not hard. you can figure it out, I know you can.
laundry list of to-do's. yogurt love. toast. hike in the clouds. lady lunch/work all eve.
lady drinks. love this day even in the foggy haze.

drifting deeper

I"m sitting on my back deck in the late afternoon light remembering all of the stories I have forgotten and all the stories I wanted to forget...they are buried so deeply in my soul that they coarse through by body like blood. A long ride. a midnight awakening in the broad blue-skies.

clouded over

I am here. now. rejoicing in Sunday. propped in bed, surrounded by the New York Times. ...yogurt,coffee.strawberries...
laundry list of to-do's: garden.hike.clean.watch clouds roll through and soak in the blue sky. Am I dreaming? will the sky ever be back/ will I see the stars? grey makes the contrast. but the worst companion.

This picture reminds me of the sunny day megan and I had afternoon cocktails. I took it in black and white, drunk on color, I didn't think I needed to express the sunshine. but now I do. now I need it.

you know you're hot when...

did you just proposition me? no, you didn’t. did you? wait. you did? really? I just got propositioned at the local gas station. oh hunny, the only thing filling me up tonight is the unleaded 87 and the melting Ben and Jerry’s in my front seat. got to love Searsmont and the blunt and obviously drunk Maine men. thank you for making my week that much better.

back down.

irritated. woke grinding my teeth. gasping for a breath of fresh air/ mouthful of pillow.
hydrated as best I could, but drowned it back with coffee.
made the perfect cup/french press is my new (reintroduced) best friend.
yoga out the blurry sky. a run feels imminent.

I forgot.

pieces come together perfectly as I just now reflect on the full moon.
how could I forget? my body is acts as a mirror to the moon. have i ignored my internal workings this long?

I stumble awake, and catch a glimpse of what I've been missing for the past few months.

refreshed now, I no longer dwell on what I can't have. and see a clear reflection amongst the grey.

record keeper

I am awake.
walk/ hike/ run/stretch.
morph into spring.

there was this one time....
chocolate for breakfast. coffee to chase it perfectly.

telling stories, finding more. letting life trickle by, grabbing a sponge and sopping up the puddles.

won't you please?

believe me when I say I don't get it.
tea. tea. campari soda. tea.
baked my heart out...
misty morning walk. late afternoon haze.
the evening accumulates as the rain comes down harder.

take a better picture

damp nose/ dirty paws/long walk/ salt air. I'm fixated.
rewind a day when I took two hikes, soaked in the spring greens and jumped in the lake.
Today brings better news but the weather tells a different story.

*cloudy eyes. cloudy mind. muddled heart.

swallow

kicked in the kidney in my bed.
dreamed of a hornets nest/swore I woke with a sting.
broken down.../honey sunshine. almond dream.
tomorrow will be better

blissfully aware

headache that wont leave. harsh reality of life
failing family members/karma is at play
holding my fists behind me feeling the blood leave my extremities.
blissfully aware that relief is not in sight.

6am wake-up call to schlep my shit out to the lake
productivity becomes me....first run on Walker road/blown over by the ghastly wind.
Stella is unaware as long as the ball remains thrown.

Shredded Wheat. Almond dream.

coffee/ chit-chat.

work and groceries.
girl time with Meg=best part of the day.

spend your time with me

long walk/light feet/ quick pace/tight legs
...happy dog....relief for the day

earthy ramps/garlic/egg/farmers spinach+Mama=breakfast love

strapped on lucky blue shoes and the sun came out.
planted my heel into the ground and opened the Sunday Times.
breath out. whoooosh. coffee in.

spend your time with me.

it's never the same.

so here's to the journey.
here lays the path
brought on by pure will
lead by love.

it's a new dawn.

Friday smelled like dogwood. yesterday smelled like spiced rum, and today smells like Thailand.

All of these have distinct memory connections. All of these bring me back. All of these make me want more (minus the rum)..all of these make me want summer. when are you coming?