Thursday, August 17, 2017

Crochet A Baby Blanket in 8 Steps!

 You too can invest in a pattern, put it off for half a decade, and then slowly but surely bring it to life!

Step One: Buy a pattern on Etsy in January 2012. Get wrapped up in other projects and put off learning to crochet. (I learned how to knit first, which I think was my downfall.)

Step Two: Have your (patient) mother attempt to teach you crochet once every six months for the next five years. Get frustrated and throw your yarn in a corner.

Step Three: Your patient mom learns the crochet pattern so she can lead you through it step by step. It only takes two weeks of hands-on demonstrations to get it down.

Step Four: You still can't read patterns so you write out your own interpretation of the pattern.


Step Six: Podcast and stitch. Podcast and stitch.

Step Seven: Put it all together in a way you just invented because you still cannot read that pattern and what YouTube is telling you to do is unintelligible.

Step Eight: OMG THIS BABY.

Thursday, August 3, 2017

A Vibrant Year

It's been one week since my birthday, and I can already tell this year will be lush and vibrant.

I gave myself two gifts: I paid for a manuscript editing service for a fiction project, and purchased a one-month pass at a yoga studio. I am challenging myself to write stronger and to engage my body and mind.

I also recommend beach yoga. Nothing like doing Sun Salutations while the sun is rising overhead.

Made myself a birthday treat: blueberry pierogis with sweet cashew cream sauce:

My life is filled with fresh flowers and herbs--some of which I'll dry to keep.

Also making my life bright: Reconnecting with friends:

Notice my crown

Beachy adventures:

The greatest challenge is looking inward.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

When life is uncertain

What do you do when things are changing but most of the details are still uncertain?

And you're getting a year older, I mean you're always getting older but this time there's a milestone marker in your week?

And the parts of your day or identity that you took for granted are shifting, and you're trying to remember who you are at the core of you, without the externalizes, and it's weird and uncomfortable but necessary?

You could panic. You could despair.

Or, you could relish your neighborhood and sip a coffee in a courtyard.

You could walk. Yeah, you should walk.

You could read on the beach.

You could visit friends and family. Maybe get some sun and float in the water.

You could hold a beautiful, perfect, brand-new sleepy baby.

You could read poetry.

You could go to open-to-the-public collaborative poetry events at the library. Yeah, that's a much better option.

You could write. And dream. And hope. And wait.

Thursday, June 15, 2017

the enormous waterfalls of the sun: Summer 2017

You don't want to hear the story
of my life, and anyway
I don't want to tell it, I want to listen

to the enormous waterfalls of the sun.
And anyway it's the same old story
a few people just trying,
one way or another,
to survive.

Mostly, I want to be kind.
And nobody, if course, is kind,
or mean,
for a simple reason.

And nobody gets out of it, having to
swim through the fires to stay in
this world.

-- Mary Oliver, from "Dogfish"

I've been working all the time and at odd hours. Why did I take on so much?

It doesn't matter, because I've still been walking every day, and reading every day. And seeing some beauty.

I have a new favorite trail, the Battery Loop through Harthshorne Woods Park. I first walked the loop by myself:

Summertime means: beach, coffee and donuts with my best gal pal, my sister. We had a lovely afternoon at Seven Presidents Park:

Broad Street Dough Co. is the everything.

A hike through the Pine Barrens (Wells Mills Park):

I have always appreciated the pace of life for turtles. And how they take their homes and safety with them as they move around the in world:

My love. And some guy I found:

A great way to unwind after hiking: Laurita Winery:

A nourishing day: Kaya's Kitchen in Belmar, boardwalk strolling, and sunset in Asbury Park.

Retreat places (Harthshorne) feel new when shared with friends:

Still, some days I refuse to drive at all. I feel lucky I can take walks through parks in my own town: