Category Archives: inspiration

Tonight

Came across these two thoughts tonight and am glad I did.

“Make no little plans; they have no magic to stir men’s blood and probably themselves will not be realized. Make big plans; aim high in hope and work.”Daniel Burnham

“The less I needed, the better I felt.”Charles Bukowski

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These things have made me smile lately

(I managed to do all of these last summer and am so much the better for it.)

Your epitaph will begin: “She redefined what it meant to be a good woman.”

It will say: “She scaled mountains, in hiking boots and in heels. She started in her own backyard and then went all the way around the world. She accepted challenges with curiosity and determination. She emerged victorious regardless of outcome, knowing both the pleasure of success and the grace of failure. She tasted long hot days and cool still nights, at home wherever she found herself. She wasn’t always popular, but she was always true. She wasn’t always comfortable, but no one can say she didn’t enjoy her life. She explored her edges, increased her capacity, and lived as big as she could dream. Moved equally by bliss and pain, she played her heart out one moment at a time. She was dialed in. She was courageous. She was turned on.”

I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you

To a Stranger by Walt Whitman

Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me
as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate,
chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours
only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you
take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or
wake at night alone,
I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
I am to see to it that I do not lose you.

Wholeheartedness and vulnerability

“Vulnerability is the core…of shame and fear and our struggle for worthiness. But it appears that it’s also the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of belonging, of love.”

– Dr. Brené Brown

Thank you Alitza for sharing this! Just like she says, worth every second.

Love on a ranch in Texas

I could rave on and on about this wedding, but I think that the photographs can speak to its beauty and spirit.

But I will say that the bride and groom are two unique, inspirational people and it was a pleasure celebrating their love in a way that reflected them.

And, it was a damn good party. Thanks, guys. For that, and the reminder that you should always say ‘yes’ to the random party invitation.

Daphne and the backyard

In a very necessary and awesome turn of events, two of my favorite people visited NYC last week. One of them was the incomparable, life-affirming, wonderful Daphne, seen below, smiling, as usual.

I will always be grateful for the companionship, support and great times with good friends, much of which I’ve had this week. And for sparkling lights in backyards.

Flathead Lake, Montana

If it was in any way possible, I think I would have hibernated here for the rest of the winter.

New York City Marathon runners. Just like us. But way better.

In a feat only possible with the aid of the (otherwise soul-crushing) fall daylight savings, I rose early enough on Sunday morning to meet my friend Jenn and watch the marathon pass us by in Brooklyn.

This was my first in-person viewing and I think it’d be impossible not to be moved by it. Not only are there tons of people lining the streets early on a Sunday morning, but you’re watching your fellow New Yorkers running. Not professionals. Not million-dollar athletes. Your neighbors and your friends.

Well, your neighbors, your friends, and this guy, whose feet barely touched the ground, he and his front-running buddies were going so fast.

My two favorite things to see as a marathon viewer: people who put their names on their shirts and people who were smiling as they ran. I appreciate the ability to cheer specifically.

Perhaps not the world’s best picture, but props must be given to the man who planned to run over 26 miles in a speedo and cape.

And Waldo! Gotcha!

Brooklynites did not disappoint with interesting spectator paraphernalia. For a while I was standing under a guy with a Canadian flag and it took me far too long to realize that people were not flashing huge smiles and fist pumping at me. That dude was pop-u-lar. Flags make you friends. Noted.

I’ve only recently started to like running and never thought a marathon would be appealing, but I have to say, watching it did make me wonder. Such an impressive, amazing thing to accomplish. Plus, I wouldn’t mind running through the streets of New York with a bunch of people cheering me on.