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Wool At The Pool
A friend of mine is leaving for vacation tomorrow morning. “ Are you packed and ready?” I asked her enthusiastically. “I had the scare of my life today.” She said to me.
She Speaks Like Fall
Mother. Your gold words fall around me. Sometimes violently they blow by. Sometimes softer, more yellow and quiet. Brightly they move, blowing off each branch. They scatter, some in patterns that fit. Some in piles of thoughts that crave sorting. Moving only in the chaos of what comes naturally. Here in nature. I walk amongst them, hear each one crunch underfoot. I see some, as they fall from your mouth to where the wind then rests. Where ever. I shuffle through, understanding only parts from time to time as much as my mind wanders with my feet through the golden hues. That orange one is a memory. The red one is this moment. The shades of yellow are all of love's hues. The warmth of each one, where they lay, where they fall, where the breeze blows them. Scattering again. It's hard for me too, I try to say with each step. I'm focused on my path through this green forest where I keep walking, even if they keep falling around me. Even if they keep lining my way. Confounding in my face sometimes, but constant from full, white branches that stretch out across a periwinkle sky. This forest is ours and it is beautiful and it glows in yellows and golds.
I met my husband in the Winter of 2015. I had recently quit a job that I loved but had become too comfortable in. I needed a big change. After twelve years as an Executive Assistant at Warner Bros. I left with no real plan except to follow my bliss. I wanted to travel. To get uncomfortable and see new things. That is in fact exactly how I met my husband. The first conversation I had with him he quoted Joseph Campbell. “Follow your bliss and don't be afraid, and doors will open where you didn't know they were going to be.” Thinking of that moment now, I knew it was special but I also had no idea the path he and I were about to embark on was a long one that was going to require all the patience and love two people, who live in two different countries, could muster.
My Favorite Fairies On Film
Fantasia (1940) NUMBER ONE FAVORITE Fantasia (1940), Disney’s masterpiece showcases Tchaikovsky’s Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies with a swarm of fairies flying about a beautiful garden touching flowers with their magic and making for one of my favorite Disney moments ever. These fairies were illustrated by a Disney team who received an Honorary Academy Award in 1942 for their visuals put to classical music. This is one of the most memorable sequences in the movie and in all of Disney film history. Bright lights in candy colors dance across the screen; fairy ballerinas dusting spiderwebs with dew before dawn.
Movies To Inspire Your RED DRESS Moment
Here's the thing about Red, ALL seasons love red. Whether it's against white snow, green grass, a Spring rain or a breezy beach, the color red pops against a dramatic landscape and makes you the center of attention. Lucky you if you get a storm or a cloudy day because RED looks fabulous in gloomy weather and makes for dramatic, memorable pictures. Even at night. Here are some of my favorite movies that feature memorable red dresses. Whether you're planning a special date or planning your wedding, these movies will inspire your very own red dress or RED TUX moment.
Future Dave David and Arlene were wild with excitement when they talked about their future together. A future they were planning in the freshness of new love. Every day they filled with easy caressing, laughter and love-drunk games. One game they created for fun, they played during long walks and drives across town. As they passed the scenery, houses, old buildings, parks, any land they liked, one would ask the other in a tone of teasing delight, “Would you buy that place for one dollar?” It was absurd that any piece of property could be purchased for just one dollar, but it was fun to imagine. “Well baby, seeing as though I’ve got a five dollar bill in my pocket I think we can make that work.” It sent Arlene into a giggling tizzy. David learned his new love mostly preferred abandoned spaces and odd corners of the city. She would see a rundown shack or an overgrown yard, a rotting dock at the edge of a serene pond, an old barn, or a green gully scattered with debris and exclaim to David that she had to have it. She would point excitedly at a dusty patch of grass growing wildflowers near the freeway. “Would you buy that for a dollar?” She would ask. “Absolutely.” David would say and she would steal from him a celebratory kiss. So when they drove past the big, white farmhouse, and there at the end of the driveway was a sign that read in faded block lettering, ‘FOR SALE $1.00’, David pulled over immediately. They both sat in silence, gobsmacked. “That’s hilarious.” Arlene finally said without laughing. “Well?” She turned to him and smiled. “It’s in our price range.”