Blog Post 31.
I think it is time I reflect on a few things in my life. I do reflect often- some evenings Madison walks into my room and I’ll be on my bed staring at the wall or ceiling, just thinking about things. But this is short-term reflection: over my day, my week, what is about to happen and what I hope to do better next time. It is a worthwhile practice.
Blog Post 30.
This summer we walked to the neighbor’s peach tree to steal peaches that wouldn’t get eaten were it not for us and our devious ways. I usually wore a dress decorated with crustaceans and I would bring a dish towel to rub the surplus fuzz and stray bugs off our stolen goodies.
Blog Post 29.
We seek the garden.
Whatever that means to each of us, whatever the garden is and however it manifests.
We’re all out searching for it, wanting it.
Blog Post 28.
Tiz and Lucas are outside before six in the morning, ready to take me to the airport. Fifteen minutes later, that’s where we are. I say goodbye to them, wishing we’d spent a little more time together in the past two weeks but thankful for what we had. I grab my bags and head in. It’s seven-thirty in the morning and the plane is taking off. As it does, Sleeping on the Floor by the Lumineers serendipitously plays in my earbuds and I make my customary sign of the cross. Now the sun burns the eastern walls of the frozen buildings below. We fly north by the Sandias.
Blog Post 27.
This may be one of my most serious pieces. Almost one week ago I underwent an operation and have since been convalescing by watching movies, reading and blatantly disregarding the work I still have left to do to finish my classes from Spain. Maybe it’s procrastination, maybe it’s denial that abroad is over- or that it happened at all. Regardless, the Theory of Everything is a fantastic film.
Today I tried to write a bit of a song on guitar but it turned into this free-form poem that basically explains itself and the last week of my life (more or less).
Continue reading a brief poem about my recent loss of wisdom
Blog Post 26.
Some friends are keepers for life. For me, as for most people, these friends are few and far between. One such human in my life (she has been part of it for some time) is Madi Baca. She is the strangest young bud I know but I like the cut of her jib and she brings a great deal of spunk to my life.
Blog Post 24.
Yeah, yeah, I’m talking about distance and the heart. If you didn’t know already, for a few months I’ve been pretty far from everything that has ever been familiar to me.
Being so far has introduced to me what of those familiarities are fondest to my heart. This has proven interesting research.
Blog Post 23.
Yep, I, an aware and attentive young woman (who clearly still has a lot to learn), was pick-pocketed a few nights ago in my favorite city (thus far) in the world. The culprit was good, too. But the strongly-built Italian man (also a victim) seated near me, was better.
It happened like this:
Blog Post 22.
A year ago today I was listening to this album front to back, driving 40mph through the mountains of Oahu, HI.
Today I’m listening to it again, front to back, but I’m walking along the Spanish coast.
Kulani Sol 