Happy Friday friends
How’s July treating you ?
It’s a gorgeous sunny day here today making the two week lock down that much more bearable. Sitting in the sunshine is still allowed and wearing cropped summery pants because it’s Friday is too. Liv’s still none too happy to have all her school holiday plans cut short so shes pushing for an extra week off school once lock down ends – I like her ingenuity!
Happy 4th of July long weekend to all my friends across the water. Hope it’s beautiful
As always I hope we all find simple ways this weekend to rest, recoup and celebrate life.
Lets start right here – – –
A Good Word
Thank you Kyra Joy Craig
A Good Look
Just give me blue and green and sky reflecting off water
Find more of this loveliness here
A Good Idea
A Few Good Reads
The past few months have been weird for me because I’ve felt both swamped with work and delightfully freer to pursue that which interests me than I have in years. It’s a sign that things are as they should be, I suppose, to have a full plate and a clear conscience to not sweat what They say you Should do with your time and talents.
During these months, I’ve vacillated between feeling like I have SO many things to say and absolutely NOTHING to say — not much in between. There are mornings when I can’t wait to get words on a page, and there are entire days when nothing but terrible song lyrics autoplay on repeat in the ol’ noggin. I’ve wondered what the difference is between these two states of mind. What’s going on when I feel like all I want to do is putz around on YouTube or play with my dog, and moments when I can’t find my pen and journal fast enough?
For one, I have more to say when I remember to refill my Prozac. That’s a real thing, and it’s a real twitch in the brain when I forget to click the ‘yes, please; refill away’ button on the pharmacy website. It’s also no joke to say I don’t have as much to say when I go to bed too late. It makes me think weird thoughts and feel weird feelings and eat unhealthy things — like that new adage says, when you’re mad at everyone it means you’re hungry; when you’re sure everyone’s mad at you it means you’re tired – – – keep reading
Behind every buzzy, viral internet recipe, there’s a grandma who was doing it first.
The Exterior Life doesn’t want you to feel sad. Ever. It recoils at the prospect. It wants there to be nothing but pleasure. But this is unnatural. To be fully human is to endure the full range of emotions in response to the broad continuum of life’s experiences. That means that we are destined to experience sadness as well as joy, anger as well as love, restlessness as well as contentment. To live the Exterior Life’s lopsided emotional existence is to bury honest and necessary emotions, to heap tension upon tension while covering them with a yellow smiley face. Such a life involves the willful stunting of our growth until we ultimately become, as Georges Bernanos would describe, horrible undeveloped monsters, stumps of men – – – keep reading