Summer is here. We skipped spring in Oregon this year, so the sun is especially poignant today. I am ready for the rest of my life after this magical solstice weekend in the forest at Yachats with so many of my most glorious enlightening friends.
Enjoy these flowers by master Irving Penn. They are on my walls and have been in Vogue and in very lucky galleries and can serve as inspiration for a subtle kind of beauty. A beauty that is perhaps more than it seems... and is life even if at first seems like a death. 
I'm going to be bossy today. Look at these flowers. Listen to this music. Maybe it will be just what you need! Music heals by giving voice to those crunchy hard places within. The heartbreakingly beautiful songs by The Idan Raichel Project have helped my core find voice for years.
Even the titles of the songs carry an agonizing grace: Im Telech (If You Go), Hinach Yafah (Thou Art Beautiful), and my lifeline: Bo'ee (Come With Me). I go crazy if I don't do a mediation run to Bo'ee at least a couple times a week. When I need a little extra love, I turn it way down on my iPod and sleep with it playing into my ears on repeat. If you iTunes it, you will understand why. It is just the right vibration. Resets me. The perfect tool to give me an instant connection to that inner sacred, centered space within me. I can't understand the Hebrew words, but my soul knows that same sad song--Come with me, even though I know you can't.
No matter the season: Siyaishaya Ingoma (Sing Out For Love). 
See you on the 8.
I remember the feeling of dreaming, waiting, and doing in order to escape to that place of bright creative. Not that I didn't love the intellectual or social aspects of school, but I tended to place suffocating pressure on myself--the pressure and the daily mundane was a near-fatal cocktail. Go Ducks, go competitive journalism school, but it probably would have served me to go to a Waldorf university (do they even have those?) or been an art major of some kind. It is much more natural for me to be living like alice in wonderland than to be living in rules and guidelines quick sand. Much more enjoyable to fly rather than stand in suffocating, thick muck. To walk on earth with ease is a skill. Morning inspiration from a fellow wild child full of grace.
