In your light, I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest where no-one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
Rumi
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Tags: Quoting
Okay, step one. Open this link. Press play. Repeat. That’s the vibe I had all weekend, chill and happy. Because life is sweet!
Especially when eating Salted Caramel and Cinnamon Snickerdoodle ice cream on a sweltering August afternoon.
Or hanging with Milo.
Reading a book on the back porch (The True Deceiver, by Tove Jansson), oh yeah, that’s it, too!
Enjoying kombucha culture with Bert? Yup. Though Lori is not impressed, yet.
Cutting loose and driving like a badass, nearly lapping the granny, er, dude, ahead of me. Good times, despite it not being enviro-friendly.
Eating a malasada.
Listening to Hawaiian music at Uwajimaya
with some of our favorite peeps.
Not too hot to trot, not too hot at all!
A film is a ribbon of dreams. The camera is much more than a recording apparatus; it is a medium via which messages reach us from another world that is not ours and that brings us to the heart of a great secret. Here magic begins.
Orson Welles
My uncle paid us a visit this weekend, one of those run and dash and laugh and talk all over the town kind of trips, summer idealized. The light was like a fil-um with three lovely stars. It was hot and blue, and we couldn’t stop smiling. We took in the sights and a beautiful car. We ate at new-to-us places and visited old ones with very new eyes. I baked a lemon slice pie, and it smiled at me, grateful to be part of something so magical, three days that were beyond grand.
Tags: Cooking and Baking, Portland, Restaurants
Roam abroad in the world, and take thy fill of its enjoyments before the day shall come when thou must quit it for good.
Saadi
