The cure for anything might be salt water,but it is a cure best assisted by silence.
It's incredible when you have those windows, those moments of clarity--the low-humidity, cool fall-like day in the midst of July--and you remember that it won't always be summer. It won't always be so hot, so humid, so still. You remember that relief does come and that this day was a gift--a small reminder to keep… Continue reading Exceedingly Breathable
The last day of July. I will never complain about weather (at least, I hope that's the truth); it's a waste of time, of energy, and a poor use of our profound capacity for observation. But I will tell you this: out of all the months in all the year, July ranks twelfth in my… Continue reading Slipstream
We really do make it entirely too difficult, too often for ourselves. The hell of it is that we *like* that inconvenience, I think. We like the feeling of being burdened, of sacrificing something, even if it's only in our heads. Goddess forbid we enjoy a day, work or no work, without guilt, without feeling we… Continue reading At Your Own Inconvenience
It's the funniest thing, but when you *let* yourself believe that you are where you need to be for the best chance in the best possible circumstances at this moment, then you stop worrying about all the other junk that accompanies the 'what if's' and 'if only's.' Because surely, surely, that mantra must get tiresome… Continue reading The Best Light