It's been so long since I wrote an entry here. Jake moved into college on Monday. I Skyped with him Tuesday. He was sweltering in his old-school dorm with no air conditioning and no elevator, built in the 1930s. Jake is pretty sure it's haunted. It was great to see his face and get to talk to him for a little while. Tara and I went shopping ( Read more... )

This morning, I woke up just wishing I was waking up in NYC. Today is the day of my friend, Cara's show, Behind Painted Lines. If you are close to NYC today, get to the Symphony Space and buy a ticket tonight at the door. You won't be disappointed. And all proceeds go to the Wounded Warrior Project ( Read more... )

Hold tight
To each other
And weather
This weather.
Make
Your own sunshine
With love
At high tide.
In the midst
Of your everything
Know
That we're praying.
Know
That we're sending
You
Love at high tide.

Watching this:
The turning,
The moving,
The realness,
Always changing...
It's inspiring
And it's living
And it's chaos,
Still forgiving...
It is looking
Toward the sun
It is reaching
For someone
It is everything
It is anything
It is strength
In a state-of-being.

There is a moment ( Read more... )