Thursday, September 18, 2014

re(treat)

A rocking chair, a circle of love and a window of time to mull what matters most. Some refer to this as a retreat. I simply call it a treat.

Monday, September 8, 2014

book love

I'm Italian so I do adore a good hug. Giving and getting one. That's why I'm all about Hug A Book Week, except seven days is not nearly enough time to wrap my arms around all of the books I love. And all of the ones that have loved me back so unconditionally with their words and information and ideas and inspiration. A nearly lifelong lovefest it's been, as passionate today as when I turned that very first page.

Saturday, September 6, 2014

pen(wo)manship

Maybe the only thing keeping you from writing by hand is having a tool that evokes the joy of ink across page. I couldn't agree more with this wonderful article from today's Wall Street Journal that it must be a fountain pen. Mom gave me a simple Sheaffer model (and accompanying cartridges) when I was eight years old and I've loved them ever since. In fact, that simple act may have been my writerly genesis. Thanks, Mom!
Image: 1. LAMY Studio; 2. Sailor's 1911 Large Collection; 3. Namiki Pilot Vanishing Point Metallic; 4. Faber-Castell Loom; 5. Varsity Pilot; 6. Faber-Castell Ambition; 7. Uni-Ball KuruToga Roulette F. Martin Ramin/The Wall Street Journal, Styling by Anne Cardenas

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

3 R's

While attempting to organize my desk area over Labor Day weekend, I went through a stack of magazines and made a little pile of visual ephemera into a collage. It represents how I want to feel this fall, what I want to concentrate on. My three R's: reading, reflecting, reaching out. Just naming them put me in a different place. Try it yourself.

Monday, September 1, 2014

flowery thoughts


Stories read to us as children can stay with us all our lives, says Ted Kooser in his weekly poetry column. He makes his point with a wonderful poem about one of my favorite books and maybe yours, too. Remember Ferdinand? He was the bull who loved flowers, not fighting. It was so good to catch up with him again today after too many years. So good to reread those familiar old lines. With new wonder at just how special they are.