Sun Moon Stars Rain

I drove into the sunset, then towards the moon.


The horizon was bleeding - bursting - brilliant oranges, deep cranberries, and golden hues into the sky.  I wished I was on my bike so I could stop and watch.  On my right was the sun spilling the last of its warmth into the evening sky, while on my right, the moon was rising to take its place in the quickly cooling night.  With the two opposing, yet strangely mirrored objects on opposite sides of the horizon, on opposite sides of myself, as I wished I could create a collage of pictures spanning the entire width of the sky, with these sun and the moon bookending the spectrum of our heavens, the words of the Flaming Lips played through my mind so clearly:


Do you realize the sun doesn't go down?  It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round.


And maybe the world doesn't really change the way that we think it does, maybe it's just ourselves that change, and our different perspective causes the world to look so different.   

Tearing My Heart in Two

It's hard for me to understand, and I just don't know what to do about it, but this morning I realized that I am in love with two different places.  I awoke to another crystal-clear fall day, sat outside on the joggling board, dipped my toes in the delightfully cool water, and watched butterflies flit from flower to flower.  It was quite magical, and I thought to myself, once again, how much I love the water.  Simultaneously, however, I was longing for New Orleans in that gut-wrenching way that makes my stomach hurt (or is that just from Pilates yesterday?).  

I can't quite grasp how I can so whole-heartedly love both these places at the same time.  And it's not in the way that you love, say, the country and the city at the same time.  I don't love them for different reasons, or wish I could split my time between them.  I want to live fully in both places at the same time.  It's heart breaking, and I just don't know what to do.  

Sunset

The perfect ending to a wonderful day.

The Simplicity of a Fall Morning

This morning I awoke to a crystal clear view across the harbor, and felt compelled to go outside to see if it felt as wonderfully fall-like as it looked.  And boy, was it ever.  As I sat on the porch, lazily eating yogurt and reading a magazine, I realized what I have been missing.  The past few weeks have been a flurry of jobs and general hurriedness, so much so that I forgot about some of my priorities, goals, and passions.  This morning was a much needed reminder.  It never fails to amaze me how the most mundane and seemingly trivial moments in life can bring you such joy, and can so effortlessly realign something in yourself that has been off-kilter.