Sunday, January 29, 2012

Sunday Morning Poetry

Let's Celebrate

the moments
where nothing happens.
The moments
that fill our lives.
Not the field bright with poppies, but
the times you walked, seeing
no leaves, no sky, only one foot
after another.

We are sleeping
(it's not midnight and
there is no dream).
We enter a room - no one is in it.
We run a tap,
queue to buy a stamp.

These are the straw moments
that give substance
to our astonishments;
moments the homesick dream of;
the bereaved, the diagnosed.

Mandy Coe

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Sunday Morning Poetry

Flight of a Yellow Winged Umbrella

I like the small flights
from here to just there,
Manageable -
This is how we learn
to believe,
One small step
at a time;
One small step of success
and suddenly I
am a pirate
commandeering a fleet

and I shall try to be gentle
and I shall try to be sweet ~

but my sails are billowing
and my confidence is growing
now that I am standing
on my two feet.

 Shaista Tayabali

Monday, January 16, 2012


If we wait until we’re ready, 
we’ll be waiting for the 
rest of our lives.
-Lemony Snicket

tee: kohls; skirt: ny&co; scarf: gift; tights: kohls; shoes: m&s (london)

The morning before 2012 began, instead of resting up for the night ahead, I was in yoga class. Our instructor (my sister!), as she got us ready for the practice ahead, encouraged us to find a word that we would set as our intention for the year ahead. You all know how much I love a good resolution, but finding this perfect word was more difficult to do. I couldn't just pick a word for January, or for the spring, no; I needed to look at the year ahead of me and decide exactly how I planned to live my life.

I ran the gamut of all of the positive, hopeful words I knew, hoping to settle on something that felt right before we began our first downward dog. None of the deliberate words seemed to fit. I only had one word, and I wanted it to be one that could carry me through whatever the next 365 days had in store. Focused and forward were too harsh. Present, though beautiful and admirable, sounded too passive. And then my eye caught the sun out the big picture window, through the cracks in the trees, and it was obvious: bright. So much of my everyday gets muddled in the dirt, caught up in the physical things tying me down that I can find it easy to forget and look up and see the sun. Unlike the other resolutions I set, I can't write down 23 easy steps to being brighter, and frankly, I like that. Bright means fun, it means happiness and lightness and gentle understanding of the way life works out. It means colored tights and bright scarves just because that is who I am. It means surrounding myself with people I love and doing things that I love to do, and leaving no room for the things that don't add to the goodness. And though it's only been a few short weeks since the year began, the bright is still here, and only grows more everyday-- for that, I couldn't be more grateful.

have you picked a word for 2012? let's hear it! 

Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sunday Morning Poetry

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)

e.e. cummings

Saturday, January 14, 2012

#janphotoaday: week 2 recap

1/9/12: daily routine
tea + how i met your mother on in the background while I get ready in the morning :)

1/10/12: childhood
I'm the one in a sweatshirt, on a lake, in the middle of summer, perfecting my blerg face from a young age. 

1/11/12: where you sleep
cozy, complete with cat. 

1/12/12: close-up
see above reference: blerg face. 

1/13/12: in your bag
kindle, planner, bag of lipstick (seriously), wallet, mittens, checkbook (yes, I'm 82), etc. 

1/14/12: what I'm reading
three books at once, nothing even slightly academic. thank you, winter break, and thank you, library lending for kindle books. 

follow me on twitter or instagram to check in with my progress on the #janphotoaday project (@marebel623) or use ink361 on your computer if you're not an instagram-er yourself!

Sunday, January 8, 2012


This week, I stumbled upon fatmumslim's january photo-a-day challenge on instagram, and since I've been slacking on documenting the little moments lately, I thought it would be the perfect way to kick off the first month of the new year! Each week, I'll post a little recap of the pictures I've taken so far. 

1/1/12: You
with some of my oldest friends :)

1/2/12: breakfast
once someone told me that it's good luck to eat a pomegranate on the first day of the new year, so of course it's the first thing I eat when 1/1 rolls around :)

1/3/12: something you adore
my nanny kids shuffled into the kitchen pretending to be a dragon, roared at me, and then bumped into the wall. I adored it. 

1/4/12: letterbox
my mailbox may only be able to hold two standard-sized letter at a time, but sweet jeeps is it cute!

1/5/12: something you wore
why, yes, I am standing on a stool in a bathroom to get this picture. 

1/6/12: makes you smile
this picture, my sister, her sneaky dog, puppy kisses. 

1/7/12: favorite
my neighborhood, the sunshine, warm weather in january

1/8/12: your sky 
abundantly beautiful. 

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Sunday Morning Poetry


Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.

Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness,
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.

Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. 
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.

Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to mail letters and
     purchase bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
it is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you every where
like a shadow or a friend.

Naomi Shihab Nye

Wednesday, January 4, 2012


Last year, I got into the habit of posting a quote with every outfit post. It was fun, inspiring, and an excellent way to make a dent at the three-story-high pile of quotes on post-its that was sitting next to my laptop. I wish I were exaggerating. 

With the new year and a refreshed sense of blogging purpose, I've decided: 
I'm bringing quotes back. 
Apparently, I'm also bringing back duck face. (#itneverleft)

We have to be continually be jumping off cliffs
and developing our wings on the way down. 
- Kurt Vonnegut

 Batwing top: ON, winter 12; Jeggings: Kohls, Winter 11; Bracelet: Charlotte Russe, Winter 10; Boots: Gift, Winter 10

I've been officially in my new apartment (and old/new city) for two months, I've finished my first semester of graduate school,  I re-learned how to kill bugs by myself (barely, as in spraying them with lysol and hoping they crawl into the ether to die) and cook dinner for less than a crowd: I think it's fair to say my life has been feeling like it's found a new, happy balance. For a while, I think I was staying away from the proverbial cliffs while everything else in my life was being tossed around. I won't say that things went back to the way they were, because they haven't; but they've only gotten better, as changing things is known to make happen. 

2012, let's jump some cliffs and watch those wings go. :)

ps. follow me on instagram or twitter (marebel623) to see my progress in the #janphotoaday project!

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Secret Santa Blogger buckets. I got my secret santa blogger gift today from the super-awesome Carolyn and I could not WAIT to share! 

Does that girl know me, or does she KNOW me? Seriously, a print of Big Ben on a book page all cute and vintage-y? I adore this. Thank you so much, Carolyn! I love it. 

Doing this secret santa swap has been so much fun-- major thanks for Viktoria for being a super-awesome co-organizer, and to everyone that participated for being so great. 

To all of our lovely participants, don't forget to blog about what you received! Feel free to share you link to your post in the comments below, and in a few weeks (by the end of January) I'll be writing up a little wrap-up post including a blog-share of all of our participants and what they received. Thanks again, everyone!