Sunday, September 20, 2009

ithaka

"As you set out for Ithaka
hope the voyage is a long one,
full of adventure, full of discovery.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
angry Poseidon—don’t be afraid of them:
you’ll never find things like that on your way
as long as you keep your thoughts raised high,
as long as a rare excitement
stirs your spirit and your body.
Laistrygonians and Cyclops,
wild Poseidon—you won’t encounter them
unless you bring them along inside your soul,
unless your soul sets them up in front of you.

Hope the voyage is a long one.
May there be many a summer morning when,
with what pleasure, what joy,
you come into harbors seen for the first time;
may you stop at Phoenician trading stations
to buy fine things,
mother of pearl and coral, amber and ebony,
sensual perfume of every kind—
as many sensual perfumes as you can;
and may you visit many Egyptian cities
to gather stores of knowledge from their scholars.

Keep Ithaka always in your mind.
Arriving there is what you are destined for.
But do not hurry the journey at all.
Better if it lasts for years,
so you are old by the time you reach the island,
wealthy with all you have gained on the way,
not expecting Ithaka to make you rich.

Ithaka gave you the marvelous journey.
Without her you would not have set out.
She has nothing left to give you now.

And if you find her poor, Ithaka won’t have fooled you.
Wise as you will have become, so full of experience,
you will have understood by then what these Ithakas mean
."

By: C.P. Cavafy

Friday, September 4, 2009

i wanna go to beautiful...beautiful...beautiful


"Beautiful" by India Arie
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Found at bee mp3 search engine


"I wish I could take language
And fold it like cool, moist rags.
I would lay words on your forehead.
I would wrap words on your wrists.
"There, there," my words would say-
Or something better.
I would ask them to murmur,
"Hush" and "Shh, shhh, it's all right."
I would ask them to hold you all night.
I wish I could take language
And daub and soothe and cool
Where fever blisters and burns
Where fever turns yourself against you.
I wish I could take language
And heal the words that were the wounds
You have no name for."


by Julia Cameron
From "The Artist's Way"
(thanks, mom...xoxo)

Sunday, August 23, 2009

one last time

back in south korea...swimming in a sea of flashing neon signs...happy to see friends, neighbors, familiar taxi drivers, and bread baking happiness....jet-lagged as hell...made it to 8:40pm, heading to bed at long last! more to come...

Monday, July 13, 2009

summer of thirty-two


mountain home winery...hanging out after seeing emmylou harris, patty griffin, and shawn colvin perform. wow, what a night.


sweet nicoletoupe and mouth...on the sonoma coast
jen and me...relaxing in the japanese garden at osmosis on my birthday
i left my heart in san francisco
brenda, des, me, joy - at the cloisters, NYC
the cloisters
times square
jo jo and me, on our way to walk over the brooklyn bridge to eat at grimaldi's - the BEST pizza place in new york...in the world, for that matter!

"i am not afraid. i was born to do this." - saint joan of arc
mystic pizza...mystic, connecticut
newport, rhode island - the mansion cliff walk
dezers and me...on a quest for new hats in p-town
aahhh...the cape
provincetown beach...cape cod
at blackwater pond...mary oliver pilgrimage
reading oliver's poetry
toupe - back in black, baby! heading to martha's vineyard.
college gals
my little dudie...heading to seattle to make a new home...so exciting!! so proud.
mom and dudie
dad
gram and grampa making their first ever vietnamese spring rolls!
northern minnesota
this year's birthday poem...

as the layers peel back
as the hard edges soften
as the belly relaxes
as pure energy becomes apparent
as tenderness embraces what is
letting go
letting go
letting go
catching a glimpse that fear is no rival
not for the deepest thing
not for that which holds it all
real love is underneath
surrounding
holding
transforming
all that is not love
upon sensing this
trust pervades the heart




Friday, June 26, 2009

this is to mother you



tonight i heard emmylou harris sing this song under the moon and stars at the mountain winery in saratoga, california. i had never heard it before. i couldn't believe the beauty of it.

"This is to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you
This is to be with you
To hold you and to kiss you too
For when you need me I will do
What your own mother didn't do
Which is to mother you
All the pain that you have known
All the violence in your soul
All the 'wrong' things you have done
I will take from you when I come
All mistakes made in distress
All your unhappiness
I will take away with my kiss, yes
I will give you tenderness
For child I am so glad I've found you
Although my arms have always been around you
Sweet bird although you did not see me
I saw you
And I'm here to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you."

Friday, June 19, 2009

the fire that holds it all

three times my life has opened

by: jane hirshfield

"three times my life has opened.

once, into darkness and rain.

once, into what the body carries at all times within it and starts to remember each time it enters the act of love.

once, to the fire that holds all.

these three were not different.

you will recognize what i am saying or you will not.

but outside my window all day a maple has stepped from her leaves like a woman in love with winter, dropping the colored silks.

neither are we different in what we know.

there is a door. it opens. then it is closed. but a slip of light stays, like a scrap of unreadable paper left on the floor, or the one red leaf the snow releases in march."


-from her 1997 collection: "the lives of the heart"

Monday, June 15, 2009

the sweetest cookie

woopi, cookie and me outside of the children's library that woopi got up and running this spring in her apartment complex. it's beautiful. a group of women volunteer and over 100 kids use it after school and on the weekends. it's a wonderful resource for the community. woopi was very proud to bring me there and show me what she had created! "and i don't get paid," she kept saying!

hanging out with the kids

group photo before saying farewell
we went for sushi with one of woopi's fellow library volunteers and her two girls...soooo cute!
cookie and i jammin' with our microphones all the way to the mountains
waiting for the gondola to arrive so we could hitch a ride up the mountain...cookie was pretty nervous.
scary gondola ride up to the top of apsan (a mountain in the middle of daegu)
woopi and her best friend from high school and her friend's husband

in the restaurant on top of apsan overlooking a smoggy day in daegu

sweet cookie...


kissing cookie


woopi and her boys



with woopi and her husband