Monday, July 9

submerged in beauty


It is the middle of the day here.  These photos I am sharing with you were taken this morning on my walk with the dogs.  Outside my window the crew of guys that have been gutting and renovating the building next to mine have music playing on the radio, but their raw banter* has quieted.

Maybe due to the fact that they are scraping the paint off the side of the house in full July sun?  Perhaps they are contemplating the wisdom of Hafiz?  No way for me to know, but I am enjoying the more modulated sound of activity out my open window.

I am loving so much right now it feels like I am living the life of a hedonist on holiday.

It would be easy to rope you into a long discussion of all the aspects of summer that are making my heart sing, but I won't do that to you.  Instead, I'll just bullet out the highlights.

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Sweet air, sweet breezes, sweet sunshine  ::  barefoot mornings  ::  farmer's market peaches, blueberries . . the CORN, the TOMATOES  ::  sultry mornings  ::  writing with opera on the Bose  :: all windows open, front door wide open  ::  ballet class at the Y  ::  morning walks  :: late-night strolls down dark, quiet streets  ::

sigh, I could go on and on and on and not even scrape the the top.  It's just moment to moment goodness.  Much of my deep contentment stems from some new practices I've got in place thanks to the work of Byron Katie-- for me, this is truly life-changing stuff.  Plus, I am shifting so much about how I approach my day, my life.

This article is utterly brilliant and pretty much sums it all up for me in terms of my attitude and energy :  I am not busy. I am the laziest ambitious person I know. Like most writers, I feel like a reprobate who does not deserve to live on any day that I do not write, but I also feel that four or five hours is enough to earn my stay on the planet for one more day. On the best ordinary days of my life, I write in the morning, go for a long bike ride and run errands in the afternoon, and in the evening I see friends, read or watch a movie. This, it seems to me, is a sane and pleasant pace for a day. And if you call me up and ask whether I won’t maybe blow off work and check out the new American Wing at the Met or ogle girls in Central Park or just drink chilled pink minty cocktails all day long, I will say, what time?

Well, except for the ogle girls activity . .  just substitute ogle iron men** and it's all good.

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There is so much space opening up to what is new, what has never been seen or explored -- tall ships on the horizon.

It feels amazing.  And I haven't even shared the art class from last weekend ..  . sheesh.  Yeah.

It's kind of like that . . .

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bisous, e

*how many f-bombs can one person put into a single sentence?  You might be surprised to learn the answer to that question . . .

** yes, that was going to be the focus of this post-- but got lost in the weeds and queen anne's lace, alas.

10 comments:

  1. "I am the laziest ambitious person I know..." Well, the same goes for me. I did do laundry today though...and read.... Oh, and the never ending work of motherhood. Your photos are fabulous as always, and your words...I can feel the positive energy through the screen. It washes over me, thank you for that.

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  2. Well, life sounds good now.

    Bridgemor

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  3. aaaahhhhh.....i love love love that sentence...."I am the laziest ambitious person I know..." I just love that.

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  4. I keep hearing about Byron Katie lately. Thanks for the link, I think the universe may be trying to tell me something. ;)

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  5. yep, Byron Katies worksheets are where i turn when I forget about midning my own business :)

    i want to frolic in those photos (specially the iron man one)
    x

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  6. I am all over that link honey! :D
    It's been a few weeks since I picked up my camera. There is QA Lace spreading all over my neighborhood. Must get on that.
    You always give me a good dose of inspiration.
    xo

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  7. I'd like to answer this:

    "how many f-bombs can one person put into a single sentence?"

    A perfectly lovely family man, (a farmer), living in my husband's village, speaks the 'f-word' without even noticing. Many years ago, this is what I heard him say when asked what was wrong with his tractor....

    "the f***ing f***ers f***ing f***ed."

    It still makes me laugh.

    Thank you for sharing your beautiful summer....I am thirstily drinking it in, as we are not having any sun here.

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  8. I adore Queen Anne's Lace too.. so stately, proud and delicate. Love it!! Oh, and those tri- athletes- yum!! :) So glad you are living such a full summer and life. Off to read the Byron Katie page- thanks for sharing your practice.

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  9. your words, your images have just washed over me with a sweetness that i can't put into words.
    seriously - queen anne's lace...the gentle swoop of that tree branch...pups...iron men...farmer's market goodness...barefeet...ballet and art classes.
    sheesh.
    big xo

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  10. how is Henry's neck???? XO

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thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me-- I love that you stopped by and hope something I shared was what you needed today. xo, e