Have a Fun Day

I leave for Florence in exactly one week. My thoughts are exciting, enchanting, so close, and yet so far away. While I am more than ready to take on new adventures, new insights, and new perspectives, I'm still not letting a day go by without squeezing every last drop of my San Francisco Summer onto my tongue. Exploring is exhausting, and it can make you feel a little loopy at times (well, me at least). Today, a few wonderful friends and I spent our time exploring the sunny side of our city, and covered quite a lot of ground. We discovered the a street equivalent to the twists of Lombard, enjoyed Mr & Ms Miscellaneous ice cream ( I got Lavender!), visited a British grocery store, gwaked at gorgeous views from Bernal Heights and Russian Hill, sipped tea at the Atlas Cafe, people watched, and basked in the sun. I'll only be gone for four months, which leaves plenty of time to love ya later SF!

Portraits of Violette

A select few of my gorgeous sister's senior portraits.

Barn Dance on Highway 1

We danced with our clumsy feet,  twirled in the sea of strangers,  clapped as they became our comfort  and laughed as we soaked in the night. The smiles in the room were brighter than the twinkling lights strung over our heads. A pie ranch, a barn dance. People were packed from wall to wall, dancing and singing and filling every ounce of air with a positive energy,  infecting me like termites. I can't remember the last time I was in a room with so many genuinely happy people. They were drunk with glee, not an ounce of alcohol served.  The aged farmers with calloused hands, the young gents in button up shirts, the wee children in their cow boy boots and everyone in between. The all collided to the beat as the flutes and the fiddles and the banjos as they plucked their strings and blew their horns. It was raw,  raw happiness. And it shook every bone in my body. 

This time of day.

Because, sometimes you just have to take a hot bath and read in your bed naked. 

Minneapolis, Minnesota.

Our lives were uncannily parallel before we even knew each other. But somehow, with just the right help from the wind, we landed on the same patch of San Francisco soil. The past week has been a much needed therapeutic vacation. Peace and warmth found me even in the chilling Minnesota air, filling my pockets and crawling into my socks. With only one month left of being teenagers, we abused it to its full advantage. Tattoos, a symbol to each other. The cemetery, grounds for golden inspiration. Flurries, a name I learned for the fragile falling snow.

Thank you. I can't say it enough.

Desperately Seeking Clarity

For the longest time I was stuck on the idea of seeking clarity. For a while I didn't even know what that meant. However, after recent events I've come to the revelation that clarity is simply not something you can ever find. You will not see it in anyone you meet, you will not discover it in any place you go, you  can't find it in a book, a film or even a song. Clarity is nowhere to be found. I've come to believe that clarity is simply something you create. It's something inside yourself. You must create clarity for yourself by clearing out the attic of unimportance in your mind. Clarity is there, stop looking for it and let yourself fall into it.

Refreshed and Reminded

So, I sort of forgot about this little gem. It's refreshing, in a weird kind of way, to go back inside the thoughts in my head a year ago. It's like talking to a past self. I like the idea of blogging. But more so, I like the idea of becoming better at writing and practicing putting my thoughts into pretty words. I like the idea of keeping a journal that maybe I'll forget about again. The idea of freezing my thoughts, my emotions, my revelations. 


So, this is for me. So I can remember. And so I can watch the process of my mind change with time.

Photos: Nicene Marks National Park. Aptos, CA. November 24, 2011

New Year, New Inspiration

The refreshing colors of January. Let's be creative this year.

We are all teaching each other beautiful things...

and that is what college is about.

Circle of Life

And here we have it, the ever repetitive circle of our lives. An infinite continuum with no beginning, no end and no idea where the hell we are going. Just walking in circles, everything and everyone connected in some way, some how.