Something for the Weekend

Something for the Weekend

33 thoughts on reading Bing Wright’s photographs of sunsets as reflected in broken mirrors Photographing every street in London This video is pure joy Lisa Congdon’s art studio Erin Wasson‘s home… I mean, I could live in it How to live the perfect life in 3 easy steps I love, love, love the Inside Out Project, … Continue reading

What Real Miracles Are

What Real Miracles Are

One of my favorite writers, Esme Wang, was recently talking about something I think we can all relate to.  She was having a good day at first, but later in the afternoon, she was going down. Wang wrote that she hung a particular painting by her bed to remind herself of the better part of … Continue reading

Something For the Weekend

Something For the Weekend

Seneca argues for “living wide rather than living long” [song] I could listen to “Nuvole Bianche” by Ludovico Einaudi a trillion times Dr. Jill Bolte Taylor’s stroke of insight “I’m trying to explain the sadness people usually don’t talk about” | Obed Puerta’s art and Instagram [video] Swimming with icebergs 7 steps to a Bill … Continue reading

The Little Things Are Significant

The Little Things Are Significant

The little things are significant.  And one of the best reminders of this came to me in Spain.  In my Barcelona, with unsavory smells and vespas sputtering in roundabouts.  Where women walked up and down the beach shouting prices for back massages in earshot of sunbathers.  Where, one hot day, I put on a white … Continue reading

All I See Are Changes

All I See Are Changes

Like afternoon changes to evening, sometimes when things change, you can’t put your finger on when they changed.  Things stay the same, day after day, but then you look back, and everything is different.  A lot of things in my life have changed lately.  But unlike how summer left San Diego and closed the door … Continue reading

Keep Looking Up

Keep Looking Up

Someone recently said prayer is a form of thought, but there’s a special X factor that makes prayer different from all other forms of thought.  That factor is humility.  Recognizing how much else there is besides ourselves.  Showing respect for the grandeur of existence.  The vastness of life, and space, and every sensation we feel, … Continue reading

On Being Present

On Being Present

If you think about how a person moves through the world, it’s more than “amazing.”  You took your first step once.  First!  On chubby little baby legs.  There isn’t a word for that.  And I think we forget how good a human life can be. I think our lives branch out in vast and beautiful … Continue reading

My Kind of Prayer

My Kind of Prayer

When I was a kid, I prayed all the time.  I prayed to St. Anthony, and St. Christopher, and St. Cecilia, who I chose as my saint, because I liked her name.  I prayed the “Our Father” on rosary beads in catechism school and sipped apple juice that was subbed in for communion wine. I’m … Continue reading

What Matters in the End

What Matters in the End

When I was in college, there was this cemetery close to campus that I’d pass from time to time.  Hemmed in by a black wrought iron fence, it ran parallel to a busy street filled with passing cars and lined with houses filled with students. I liked being in this cemetery.  I’d walk between the … Continue reading