December 7, 2013
There's a trail to follow in NYC.
It has no start or end, but it'll loop you through the East Village... into Astor Place, past Tompkins Square Park, down St. Mark's...
Now that I've told you, you'll see them: the mosaiced icons of the East Village up lightposts, over door frames, on sidewalks.
Follow the tiles and look at them closely... they often make statements and tell stories.
And look for the Mosaic Man as well- a war veteran artist so underappreciated for his artwork so widely loved. He gives and gives and gives to the community for only the dollars placed in his cup. You might catch him one day with his white ponytail taking his dog and mosaiced cane from one light post to the next.
Happy trails to you!
November 30, 2013
I always felt lucky to have friends that made me look forward to going home...
...so I could listen to Mumbi's stories with the instrumental accompaniment of her clanking bangles...
...so I could hear Hannah's philosophies on life, stones, forests, and healing...
...all over a pot of lavender, calendula, and cinnamon tea...
...around a wooden step-stool used as a table, topped with green snacks.
We talk about real things and mystical things. Like how in order to enjoy freedom, we must follow rules. And how buying a desk and a bed make us feel uncomfortably settled in our new places. And how none of us have changed much over the last 10 years... how we've only become stronger representations of ourselves.
Whenever I go home, I am surrounded, expanded, and filled with ideas and curiosity. To all of you artsy fartsy friends, I must say...
...and I'm so very thankful for you.
November 20, 2013
November 3, 2013
This is my first ever fall... I've never lived in fall, never visited fall, never seen it. So here I am, a sucker for seasonal cliches in a place where I can celebrate the leaves changing colors in a place where the leaves actually change colors!
We wore our flannel and hopped on a bus, out of the city, through the red, green, and yellow-sided hills of New York, past the gorgeous lakes glistening in such ways. And then we walked through here…
…and passed there…
until we got to an apple orchard.
Tell me, is there a moment better than eating apple pie a la mode under an apple tree?
Happy November, friends!
October 22, 2013
October 20, 2013
Last year, I landed myself in new places experiencing different things in unfamiliar cultures, and so much of my sense of comfort came from the people and the way they took me in, swallowed me into conversation, and introduced me to their neighbors and their families, typically over a cup of tea.
I learned the true meaning of community, and I discovered that at the center of every community was a glass cup.
|Teas with friends in Marrakech, Morocco|
I do have a deep love for tea. I know that much of it comes from here...
...but I have yet to learn how it heals, how it's best blended, and how it's best brewed. Once I learn these things, maybe I'll have my own little tea cafe where you can take a second (or two) to stop, sit, and sip a cuppa with a good friend, or maybe even a stranger. I'm aiming for a few less grande triple shot lattes in doubled up paper cups with cardboard sleeves.
For now I'll enjoy my friend at Alice's Tea Cup and find myself inspired by black vanilla tea with green tea and rose petals...
...inspired by chai tea with spices and a hint of chocolate, mixed with honey and milk...
...and yes, scones and mini sandwiches! finger food inspires me too, of course.
October 6, 2013
Oh, I love Brooklyn. But to say I love Brooklyn is so vague, as there are many different parts with many different styles, many different sorts of people, and many different vibes.
While I usually find myself in DUMBO, Brooklyn for the Brooklyn Bridge Park, I went last weekend for the DUMBO Arts Festival, and the scene I'm familiar with was painted in a whole new way.
There was art in the streets,
art in containers,
art with movement,
art with sound,
art to sit on,
art in layers,
and a sun shining high on a curious crowd of people, just across the bridge from Manhattan.