Waking up to the smell of coffee...there is nothing like it. I swear that that with every drip and puff of steam coffee pot says “put on a giant cable knit sweater and slippers and sit in the lap of the one you love” on the weekends and “pour a cup to-go...keep calm and carry on” on the weekdays.

"Sign Language" Rives (Def Poetry)

Skins

He's not perfect
He's my hero
Smashing the piano
Spitting on the front row
Chronic confrontation
Psychic conversation
Radical Compassion
Louder than the action of all of us
Front Row by Metric.

Summering? Sprummer?

inspiration

summer starts next week. i already have a head start--i'm living on the cusp of spring and summer and dressing like it too.

my summer has been inspired by soft pink, layers like flower petals, lightness and brightness and natural, glowing warmth.



my inspiration via the cherry blossom girl.
...

finding a bobby pin when in desperate, almost panicked need of a bobby pin.

coincidences and moments that confirm that you are exactly where you are supposed to be....

meeting a bearded.bandana-wearing.guitar-playing.backpacker.couchsurfer.woof'er from Canada on the red line who is just as excited to hear your story as you are to hear his.

accidentally reuniting with a great friend in Boston after five months apart

when silences between friends are comfortable and warm

waking up and steping outside to honesttogoodness beauty, crisp air, fresh, green life and a great friend to share it with
pillow talk
skinny dipping. naked.freedom.

Being Here is Better than Wishing We'd Stayed by The Miss Rockaway Armada at the Mass MOCA.

for the love of little beautiful things i am seeing some lovely friends tonight for the first time in almost 6 months
lovelovelove

feeling confident
volunteering and building relationships, not just helping
loving NYC...and not just Manhattan.
being moved to tears
being comforted by friends

tonight
palancas and notes of encouragement
exhilarating moments running across a field after a few glasses of wine with friends
sitting on top of Donahue hill
laying on the roof talking about life and love and everything in between with a lovely friend
seeing a shooting star
coincidences
confronting ones fears
being honest
hugging when you need it...all the time.

sweet dreams, my friends.

going to bed at 3am on a Tuesday night--not because of a Wednesday morning deadline--just because you're in good company.

a genuine, out of the blue compliment.

"you have a good soul"

"you two are just perfect friends"

"you bring out the best in me"

cooking dinner with a friend for a buncha friends

Beautiful, white, pillows of snow that turn gray city streets to a winter wonderland and the fun that goes with it.

The truth

Truth is, I abandoned this blog of mine for the duration of my time in Paris this past fall.
It's sad, because Paris and other adventures in Europe were full of things that made my day. Look at them here.

For now, I'm back in MA and I plan to have a wonderful spring here and, consequently, a lot of lovely things to blog about.

Hugs,

Erica