Love After Love

The time will come
When, with elation
You will greet yourself arriving
At your own door, in your own mirror,
And each will smile at the other's welcome,

And say, sit here, Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
To itself, to the stranger who has loved you

All your life, whom you ignored
For another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

The photographs, the desperate notes,
Peel your image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

-Derek Walcott

Remember that it is impossible to be good to someone else in any kind of relationship or to truly love them properly until you learn how to love and be good to yourself. Fall in love with yourself. Feast on your life.  

Just some pretty blossoms from my hood. That is all. :-)

Planet Earth The Way It Should Be - [One Day - Matisyahu] [Life Vest Ins...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AYRS4FQXZrk

My beautiful friend Danielle shared this with me. I love this. I like to think about how even though we don't always notice them, moments like these are happening around us all the time. I am not sure why the bad things that others do stand out so much, but this video isn't so far fetched I don't think. There are small moments of kindness that seem not so special; however they are so meaningful and important. I wonder if we are so quick to notice the bad things that go on, because so often we are also so quick to notice the bad things about our own selves. Remember, you never know when you are someone's most beautiful part of their day. By being yourself, you can be changing their life even for just for one moment. We are the building blocks of a more compassionate community, a more compassionate world. We are powerful, we are beautiful. So stop knocking yourself down- build yourself up too. You'd be amazed what you can do when you look for the beauty in yourself. 

“Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back.”

-Jodi Picoult 

Outside...letting the last rays of summer light dance on my brown skin. My brown skin a marker of the love affair summer and I have had. How grateful I am for this summer... As I sit i think- If I had been a goddess what a challenge it would have been to chosen my domain. Love, wisdom, wine...but I think I would have wrestled that chariot away from Apollo and been the goddess of light.  In my chariot I'd travel the world bringing light with me wherever I went. Yes. I think that's what I'd have chosen.

There is a thunderstorm upon my nook of the world today. Lightening casually flashes across the sky and thunder comes angrily behind it. As the patchworked gray and white sky moves across, I sit sheltered on my little porch. My bare feet and pink polished toes are kissed by flecks of rain. I wish I was in the woods dancing in that rain. The limbs of the trees would be heavy with water and yet I am light and so are they. We would revel in the refreshing water that gives us sustenance and give thanks for the cleansing that the rainfall brings. We are refreshed. We are still ourselves yet renewed.

At a beautiful event celebrating Martin Luther King Jr. My heart....it is so full.

I wrote a post a few days ago; however my blogger app won't upload it. It was I think a pretty piece of writing and I was quite sad to see it disappear to the abyss of the internet. Going forward any longer blogs will have to be done by a good old fashioned computer...short one with pictures can be done on the app so please still expect those though slightly less frequent longer posts.

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This weekend I traveled to Vermont for my third wedding of the season. Each one has so wonderfully suited each couple's unique personalities and so accurately represented what makes each couple so special. While the logistics of wedding can be tedious, the actual events are joyous and for two of the weddings have required travel to places I wouldn't normally get to experience. 

So Vermont was my wedding destination this weekend. My gps happily took me on the most roundabout way to get there. My gps usually makes me want to throw it and it's garbled and annoying voice out my window, but this time it made a good solid choice. I was taken on the most scenic route possible and passed Miller's River, which of course I am now dying to boat. I passed numerous other charms and gems along the way as well and when I hit Vermont there were cows, wildflowers, and streams to spare. 

The actual site of the wedding was at a pond. The ceremony was drenched in sunlight and I had to fight every delicious impulse and desire to jump into the water. My charming sunshiny yellow and white dress with the jaunty white bow belt be damned...agh, but my grownup instincts prevailed so no badly timed jump into the inviting waters. I did determine though that coming to Vermont meant a hike was in order.

So today I woke up, wished the happy couple the best, and hiked a wonderful two hours. The trail was onsite of the hotel I stayed at- The Equinox. They had donated land for a preserve many many moons ago and now it is the home to many trails including one to the top of the mount of the picture posted above. The hike to the top is a five hour excursion so I chose a smaller trail on another lookout. Despite the fact that at the top I found obnoxious teenagers in addition to the stunning view, I was happy and content. This whole weekend was set in nature with the backdrop of celebration and love.

I find nature so nourishing...I know I say this a lot. Today as I drove into Boston I felt the low levels of anxiety that I have come to just accept as a Bostonian return. Part of why I do this blog and try to be in nature as much as possible is because I know I need to focus on the beautiful for my own sanity. There is enough ugliness in the world and I don't care to focus on it. Not focusing on it doesn't make it go away or make me immune to it though. I love Boston and I have created a happy life here, but I do think it may be time for a change soon. I like the North though and experiencing Rhode Island, Vermont, and other parts of MA have shown me that I can stay up North, but find the right pocket for me. So, the Story Girl may have some new adventures to report soon. Maybe not. But it is nice to imagine the possibilities. 

 “I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” 
-Thoreau