These pictures are not chronologically arranged and each picture's positioning is definitely not based on level of enjoyment. All of the below events were equally wonderful.
24 August 2009
Pictures of Summer
I'm a lucky girl. It's been a perfect summer.
These pictures are not chronologically arranged and each picture's positioning is definitely not based on level of enjoyment. All of the below events were equally wonderful.
These pictures are not chronologically arranged and each picture's positioning is definitely not based on level of enjoyment. All of the below events were equally wonderful.
19 August 2009
Just Passing
I love glimpses of conversations that happen in passing.
I love the hellos and the keep-goings and the you're-almost-theres that happen when you pass people going up a trail while you're coming down.
I keep thinking about a man in a bookstore in Portland. He was sitting on the floor in front of a shelf of Billy Collins' poetry with an open book in his lap. I was walking down the row. I said, "You love Billy Collins too?" He said, "I've never read him 'til now." And I said, "He'll be your favorite. He's mine. Enjoy." And I kept walking down the row as he said, "I will."
Moments like that make life great. The moments where you and a stranger happen to be in the same place at the same time and you say hello because you're sharing the same experience. Whether the experience is a hike or a bookstore or a long grocery shopping line.
My blog is approximately 13 months old. And millions of other blogs are created daily. I love blogs. I love that blogs are merely glimpses of conversation that happen in passing. It's strangers that happen to be in the same place at the same time and you say hello because you're sharing the same experience.
So today, to you, I say hello. I'm just passing by. Isn't it hot outside? Can you believe summer is almost over? Don't you love baseball games in the summer time?
You're almost there. And you'll love Billy Collins.
I love the hellos and the keep-goings and the you're-almost-theres that happen when you pass people going up a trail while you're coming down.
I keep thinking about a man in a bookstore in Portland. He was sitting on the floor in front of a shelf of Billy Collins' poetry with an open book in his lap. I was walking down the row. I said, "You love Billy Collins too?" He said, "I've never read him 'til now." And I said, "He'll be your favorite. He's mine. Enjoy." And I kept walking down the row as he said, "I will."
Moments like that make life great. The moments where you and a stranger happen to be in the same place at the same time and you say hello because you're sharing the same experience. Whether the experience is a hike or a bookstore or a long grocery shopping line.
My blog is approximately 13 months old. And millions of other blogs are created daily. I love blogs. I love that blogs are merely glimpses of conversation that happen in passing. It's strangers that happen to be in the same place at the same time and you say hello because you're sharing the same experience.
So today, to you, I say hello. I'm just passing by. Isn't it hot outside? Can you believe summer is almost over? Don't you love baseball games in the summer time?
You're almost there. And you'll love Billy Collins.
12 August 2009
Favorites
On last week's Wednesday, I was sitting in a restaurant in Trinidad eating roti. I was loving the curry flavors on my tongue and I declared that it-- the roti and the Caribbean-- was my favorite.
Today, on this week's Wednesday, I'm sitting on a bed in a beach house overlooking the Oregon coast. I can hear the waves and the pelicans. I just ate some blackberries that we picked yesterday. They're my favorite. And the fresh blueberries are my favorite too. Flying kites on the blustery beach this morning was my favorite thing we've done today. Now, I'm listening to this song by Ingrid Michaelson; it's my new favorite song.
Being with family is my favorite. And that's the agenda for this week. Be with family. The charming Oregon coast with my most favorite breakfast cafe is just an added bonus.
Today, on this week's Wednesday, I'm sitting on a bed in a beach house overlooking the Oregon coast. I can hear the waves and the pelicans. I just ate some blackberries that we picked yesterday. They're my favorite. And the fresh blueberries are my favorite too. Flying kites on the blustery beach this morning was my favorite thing we've done today. Now, I'm listening to this song by Ingrid Michaelson; it's my new favorite song.
Being with family is my favorite. And that's the agenda for this week. Be with family. The charming Oregon coast with my most favorite breakfast cafe is just an added bonus.
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