Sunday, January 5, 2020

Babyteeth

The brilliant Eliza Scanlen shines in this indie Australian film.


Friday, January 3, 2020

Desert Living

There's something about the desert
that allows me to decompress.
There's a welcomed ease to the unstructured days'
hours tumbling towards dusk and the sun slips behind the mountain.
In winter, the nights are crisp and require coats and hats. 
I often retire early, snuggling under the covers to read before my lids,
heavy with sleep,
call it a day.








Thursday, January 2, 2020

Work in Progress

I approach every new year with intentions and goals.  
2019 was the year of tackling my backyard, a steep hillside
in need of regrading, and a new deck.
A new design would also provide an opportunity
to replant with a native habitat which in time would require less water
and bring back insects, birds and bees.

The landscaping was supposed to be completed by the end of November,
yet I start the year with the work still in progress.
It has been an arduous journey with fits and starts and constant attention to detail.
This project is a reminder that tasks aren't always completed on time,
and delays are often necessary to get the job done correctly.

The new timeline is the end of the month.  
At least I know it will be completed in 2020.












Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Beginnings

Is the time not come yet?
Are there works still to do?
Lo, the evening has come down upon the shore
and in the fading light the seabirds come flying to their nests.

Who knows then the chains will be off,
and the boat, like the last glimmer of sunset,
vanish into the night?

Rabindranath Tagore





















Tuesday, December 31, 2019

Wheel of Time

Lingering in bed this morning, lethargic with reflection on what has been and what is yet to come.
On the precipice of a new year, a new decade, it feels overwhelming to acknowledge
how much of my life is a kaleidoscope of images twirling in the rear view mirror of time. 
So many memories, both monumental and insignificant, layered in my hippocampus.
In May of 2010 I started blogging
and as a result I have a detailed digital record of the last decade. 
2010 was a profound year of reshaping, a much needed lifestyle course correction.
Everything that resulted in the following ten years was a consequence of that sea change. 

I'm craving a little more of the adventure I had in those first few years of the decade. 
Gutting my career created a lot of unknown and ensuing anxiety,
but it also released pent up creativity, oodles of time to travel, reflection and clarity.

A year of self portraits bloomed into a professional shift in 2011
when Deb and I launched One Two Punch.  
I left the executive ranks to produce and finally had the work/life balance I had always desired.
A deeply satisfying endeavor which after five years did not provide the success we envisioned.
There were many months of deep sadness when my brain could only equate change with failure,
but this decade has taught me that growth often comes from the unplanned.  
Make decisions, aspire for joy, but don't become rigid with expectations.  
If the route you are on does not lead to contentment and expansion
take an unforeseen road.
Do not give into paralysis or fear, regardless of age.

In this decade my heart has known intense loss and love.
There was a profound unravelling as my father
laid dying in a hospital bed in New Jersey.  
We lost several family members this decade and we are dwindling in numbers,
but life is on the horizon.
Three years ago I met Scott and my heart has never felt as full.
I have never felt so loved or have had so much ease in a relationship. 

Since there are things to do on this last day of the year, I will
end this post on the optimism I want to carry with me into the next decade.
Everything is going to be ok.
There will be time for success and love and travel and friends and adventures
near and far. 
As time expands may my heart always be full of life.


Tuesday, December 24, 2019

Twas the Night Before Christmas

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight -
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"



Sunday, December 22, 2019

Normal People




Her eyes fill up with tears again and she closes them.
Even in memory she will find this moment unbearably intense,
and she's aware of this now,
while it's happening.
She has never believed herself fit to be loved by any person.
But now she has a new life, of which this is the first moment,
and even after many years have passed she will still think:
Yes, that was it, the beginning of my life.