Tuesday, August 4, 2015

from August to zinnias

Z is for zinnias, five dollars a bunch today at the Farmer's Market. For zesty, too, and the way summer is zipping right on by. It's already August, month of dog days and fireflies, cricket din and hummingbird flutter. This is gazpacho weather, especially when a friend drops off a sack of tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers (red and green) from her garden. There was a blue moon the other night, a rare second full moon in the same month, and the Perseid meteor showers are expected around the 11th or so. There's still time to to toast summer with a peach Bellini and homemade pesto pasta. Still time to catch a baseball game and hit up the Chick-fil-a drive-thru for a lemon swirl. Time actually seems to come to a standstill in early August, just like the sultry air. And that is absolutely fine by me.

Friday, July 31, 2015

the lemon treatment

My niece is a newly-graduated, board-certified psychologist with so much knowledge and heart it's astounding. To know her is to adore her. Chloe's always sharing a great nugget, whether a book recommendation, a recipe for easy enchiladas or the kitchen timer technique, which is part pop psychology, part life hack brilliance. You can buy one lots of places and in a variety of shapes,  including the perennially popular pomodoro. I just ordered this zesty lemon on Amazon. I'm supposed to set it for 25 minutes whenever there is a project I need to start but keep putting off (write a brochure, do some bookkeeping, clean out the basement, etc). That's enough time to get a chunk done and there's a good chance I'll keep going for much longer. Maybe even complete the dreaded task in one swoop. This lemon and I have lots of chores and projects to squeeze in over the next few weeks. Together, I know we can do it.

Sunday, July 19, 2015

letterbox

It literally means letterbox. Not surprisingly, there are many images of mailboxes among my Italy pictures. This one seems to fit Rumi's words below on a Sunday morning: 
Do you know what you are?
You are a manuscript oƒ a divine letter.
You are a mirror reflecting a noble face. 
This universe is not outside of you. 
Look inside yourself;
everything that you want, 
you are already that.

- Rumi

Friday, July 17, 2015

seventh heaven

It "has enough ink to "write 1.7 meters per day for 7 years" and glides across a page like pure silk. That it's orange and bears an exclamation mark is just icing. What kind of a dear friend bestows a treasure like this on a person? Katie, that's who. I could write 1.7 meters a day on her lovingkindness alone. My challenge is not going to be using up the ink in a meaningful, joy-filled way, but keeping up with this instrument of creativity and communication for the next 7 years. I had to make a U-turn in downtown traffic yesterday thinking I left it at a client's office! This pen and I have places to go and things to say. We'll be in touch.

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

J is for journalist

Life being a journey, it's helpful to jot down footnotes as you go along. Some would call this journal-keeping. Notes-to-self that help you know yourself. No particular template need be followed. Just your thoughts and words arranged any way you choose on the page. Doing so can fuel another great j-word, joy.

Monday, July 6, 2015

collecting

Collecting your thoughts is what summer and the beach and abandoning routine are all about. Sifting memories, sorting ideas. Remembering who and why you are. Soaking in energy, basking in possibility. So good to get away. Then so good to come back.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

prayer pause

Outdoor altars adorn many homes along the streets of Italy like beautiful little prayer stations. Faith, hope and love abound, they remind me, on this holy walk of life.
(Positano, summer 2014)

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

happy hour

For smiles and fun, I give you the Italian Soda Bar. So refreshing, so festive, so easy-to-assemble. Just add people.
Italian Soda
• fill glass with ice
• add 3 pumps of flavored syrup
• fill with seltzer water
• top with whipped cream

Friday, June 5, 2015

backyard bouquet

Hydrangea + lamb's ear + mint + thyme = Friday morning bouquet

Thursday, June 4, 2015

what's on your heart?

I'm through with how are you? Have started asking this instead: what's on your heart? That's when faces light up, tears fall, words tumble out and things get really real, just the way I like them. This is a great question to ask yourself as well. Even if an answer doesn't materialize on the spot, an unspoken grace will linger.