----->this girl<-----
I'm pretty ready to get this party started. Here's a taste of what I'm in for....
are these guys adorable (and amazing) or what?!
and another Mumford show in the box canyon?! Yes please!
Add to this list The Decemberists, Robert Plant, Punch Brothers, Abigail Washburn, Sam Bush, Old Crow Medicine Show, Jerry Douglas...I could go on. Throw in some of the most amazing people I'm lucky enough to call friends and its no wonder I can't wait to get on the road Thursday.
Now I just have to conquer packing... and Nebraska.
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Is it ski season yet?
I know, I can't believe I'm saying that. It's barely summer. But watch this and tell me it doesn't make you wish you plucking ski gear off the heater (or the floor, if you're one to take the apres to extreme) and dragging aching quads out for another day on the slopes.
Friday, June 3, 2011
summer, please linger
I stood on the sidewalk today and soaked myself in the hot sun and heavy, humid wind. I have waited months for this moment -- many long, mountain-less winter months. I will savor summer this year. Every glorious, glistening drop. I will trust those moments, if nothing else. The here. The now. The hazy, humid lingering moments of a season that pulls at humanity to slow and savor. Look up, smile. Breathe. Lounge. Nourish. Play. Grow.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
I'm Being Stalked
So guess who's been feeling sorry for her busy little self lately and skipping the gym because "oh, I just have so much to do I couldn't possibly take 90 minutes out for a yoga class.....or even 45 whole minutes for a run. No, no. Way too much to do for that."
Ha. Ya, well lessons in life; YOU SHOULD ALWAYS TAKE THAT HOUR FOR YOURSELF. Always. Go for a run. There are so many reasons. Those precious minutes not spent in front of a computer will keep you sane. They will probably even make you more productive because a tired brain can only focus on the task at hand and not the three hundred million other things you think you need to be thinking about too (most of which are actually counterproductive anyway).
Sorry, did it sound like I was preaching there. I mean no offense. I'm preaching to myself. I'm saying "Yes, universe, I hear you." Because what did I see when I landed in Italy? A FINISH LINE. A freaking marathon finish line. Just to torture me with thoughts of what could have happened had I maybe been in shape?! Ah, well, good thing we were headed to a different town for the weekend so I wouldn't have to be surrounded by hoards of marathon finishers constantly reminding me how lazy my last six months have been.
And then, what do I find in Milan this weekend? ANOTHER FINISH LINE.
Running is stalking me. Lurking. Torturing me with guilt.
So don't be like me. Go for a run. No one wants a stalker.
Ha. Ya, well lessons in life; YOU SHOULD ALWAYS TAKE THAT HOUR FOR YOURSELF. Always. Go for a run. There are so many reasons. Those precious minutes not spent in front of a computer will keep you sane. They will probably even make you more productive because a tired brain can only focus on the task at hand and not the three hundred million other things you think you need to be thinking about too (most of which are actually counterproductive anyway).
Sorry, did it sound like I was preaching there. I mean no offense. I'm preaching to myself. I'm saying "Yes, universe, I hear you." Because what did I see when I landed in Italy? A FINISH LINE. A freaking marathon finish line. Just to torture me with thoughts of what could have happened had I maybe been in shape?! Ah, well, good thing we were headed to a different town for the weekend so I wouldn't have to be surrounded by hoards of marathon finishers constantly reminding me how lazy my last six months have been.
And then, what do I find in Milan this weekend? ANOTHER FINISH LINE.
Running is stalking me. Lurking. Torturing me with guilt.
So don't be like me. Go for a run. No one wants a stalker.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
It does not interest me
I have a habit of emailing things to myself when I find them interesting. All those little internal memos really clutter up an inbox, so every now and then I find myself cleaning out what my brain just couldn't let live happily out there on the Internet, but instead dragged home to mama-inbox like an abandoned puppy saying "can we keep it?"
I was in the middle of one such purge session when I came across this quote...
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still shout at the edges of a lake, river or mountain yes! It doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for someone you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments in your life. Live more than your neighbors, unleash yourself upon the world and go places. Understand that this is not a dress rehearsal, this is it, your life. Face your fears and live your dreams, take it all in, yes, every chance you get, come close; and yes, by all means what ever you do, get it on film.” – John Blais
Wonderful words for this rainy, contemplative day. This is most certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is it. This is your life.
I was in the middle of one such purge session when I came across this quote...
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine and still shout at the edges of a lake, river or mountain yes! It doesn’t interest me where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done for someone you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments in your life. Live more than your neighbors, unleash yourself upon the world and go places. Understand that this is not a dress rehearsal, this is it, your life. Face your fears and live your dreams, take it all in, yes, every chance you get, come close; and yes, by all means what ever you do, get it on film.” – John Blais
Wonderful words for this rainy, contemplative day. This is most certainly not a dress rehearsal. This is it. This is your life.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Anything she can do....
Me: Think I can pack for a 12-day international trip with no checked luggage?
My mom: Your sister could.
Me: I'll take that as a challenge.
Sibling rivalry is forever, apparently. Although I'm not sure this is a fair (self-imposed) competition considering she is not a runner or a photographer. Gear for those two activities alone is half a carry-on roller bag.
But its good to have goals.
My mom: Your sister could.
Me: I'll take that as a challenge.
Sibling rivalry is forever, apparently. Although I'm not sure this is a fair (self-imposed) competition considering she is not a runner or a photographer. Gear for those two activities alone is half a carry-on roller bag.
But its good to have goals.
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