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happy 59th, Mom

(swimming hole at Hidden Falls)

and playing in my favorite kitchen:

sweet corn soup with harissa yogurt and dill
escarole salad with fresh figs, pinenuts, parmigiano, fig vinaigrette
blue lake green beans with summer tomato sauce and tarragon
Tartine lemon tart with freshly whipped cream

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just another epic visit

frolicking in my dear city

party bus

(daytime Sunset party at Stafford Lake in Novato)

Pizzetta

(farm egg, lamb sausage, corno di toro pepper, harissa)

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my dear friend Ali

has moved her studio & storefront

to a lovely new location

in Oakland

check out her sumptuous, bold silk tops,

sheer, flowy dresses and skirts,

& perfectly cut jackets

and while you're there,

swing by Esqueleto to check out their

gorgeous jewelry collection

(dreamcatcher art piece by Ally Maser there too)

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can't get enough.

especially when they're still warm

from hanging on the plant

in the midday sun.

(joys of an indian summer in Loomis)

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for Mom's birthday next week

(canvas and leather purse)

(hanging triangles card)

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cannot get enough

of going through everything,

reorganizing,

giving things away

my house,

my parents' house 

l  e  s  s

l e s s

less

is so much more

((( addicted to the lightness )))

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it's early.

they are asleep

and

 i come upstairs

fan blowing gently,

cricket reverberation

elevation

i am an observer

in this space

 this little peach nook

of mine

from older times

from before

(the explosion)

gold glitter

erupting from the heart

floating

on the relieving coolness

of full moon mid-september air

the cycle begins again

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6 nights

5 days 

the desert

 the past 3 months

come to a close

the fullest expression

of the word

s u m m e r

((( as good as it gets )))

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minimize

simplify

L  E  S  S

essential

functional 

beautiful

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pending

(from here)

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the last days

between the waves/late afternoon sun cozy/

candlelit bare walls/letting go/

old rituals/new discoveries/

f u l l  c i r c l e s /

(and dreams of uni oxtail burrata boar saffron lemon curd rosemary olive oil barolo)

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hours

hours hours

hours hours hours

hours hours hours hours

putting things in boxes.

35 journals,

7 of which

represent the past 1 1/2 years

it has been a long time

since i've had one of these.

(brandied cherries compliments of

Mr. and Mrs. Fairbanks)

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The future has an ancient heart.

(Carlo Levi) 

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shimmering

gold specks

hiding

in the roots

jar of gold glitter

my new accomplice

can i be a gold glitter fairy

when i grow up?

(ps. listen)

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pretty little sundays

warm summer hikes

afternoon riesling & letter writing

and homemade bread

out of the oven

dare i mention the cardamom cake?

(( back in the arms of santa barbara ))

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the colors of our days

(photographed here)

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never has it felt so true

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it's more than meets the eye.

((  countdown begins  ))

 

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a most glorious weekend

spent with infinitely loving souls

in the safety of our familiar nest

(((   distilled   )))

so

FREE

we are reminded once again

that it is the only way...

spontaneous summer-inspired cocktail,

Party Rats

muddle 3 leaves fresh basil

with the juice of 1 lemon & 1 tsp turbinado sugar.

add 1 oz Lillet Blanc & 1 1/2 oz gin.

(adjust quantities depending upon taste.)

shake & serve up.

 

and,

with the gorgeous frisee from BD's farm,

simple salad with pan-fried corn,

shallots, fried egg, bleu cheese dressing

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attachment

( adjust the perspective )

ps. on repeat

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"mutual empowerment"

(this is what he tells us)

 i like it.

 

i await the upcoming

circles.

circles

of dear ones.

simple, really.

just time;

as much as possible,

in each others' company,

soaking each other up

like thirsty sponges

until we can absorb no more

(( soon ))

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((( speechless )))

 

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listen:

the perfection of this burger

is unparalleled.

really.

( go now. )

Rancho San Julian beef, Humboldt Fog goat cheese

house cured thick-cut bacon, avocado

cabbage slaw, sesame bun

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the pinnacle;

(whether it's good or bad),

all we can do

is take it in,

breathe deeply

and

continue on.

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culmination

disintegration

evolution

Raining Patterns, CFCF

EP, Junior Boys

Re: Stacks, Bon Iver

Girls, Death in Vegas

R.I.P. Burn Face, CocoRosie

Goodbye, Kevin Shields

New Age Bad Ass, Dear Villa

A Love Again, Savage

Looking Glass, Little Dragon

Girl, You'll Be a Woman Soon, Urge Overkill 

Gotta Travel On, Billy Grammar

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depression antidotes

 the new

the sumptuous 

( the simple things )

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Lost in Translation soundtrack

newly adorned walls

lentil soup

i'm ready

for balmy evenings

staring at the stars

among citrus groves

i want to dance, play,

giggle

i want to glow

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It's a little Walden.

She is private in her breathbed

as his body takes off and flies,

flies straight as an arrow.

But it's a bad translation

Daylight is nobody's friend.

God comes in like a landlord

and flashes on his brassy lamp.

Now she is just so-so.

He puts his bones back on,

turning the clock back an hour.

She knows flesh, that skin balloon,

the unbound limbs, the boards,

the roof, the removable roof.

She is his selection, part time.

You know the story too! Look, 

when it is over he places her,

like a phone, back on the hook.

YOU ALL KNOW THE STORY OF THE OTHER WOMAN by Anne Sexton

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My childhood was elegant homes, tree lined streets, the milkman,
building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies,
picket fences, green grass, cherry trees.
Middle America as it's supposed to be.
But on the cherry tree there's this pitch oozing out-
some black, some yellow and millions of red ants crawling all over it.
I discovered that if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world,
there are always red ants underneath.

David Lynch

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the sky is grey

(& perfect)

ps. Go. 

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Matt's thriving succulents

& Paris' love of gardening

resparked my desire

to play in the dirt

( the sweetness )

 

of planting

in solitude in the 

weekday sun

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(( be careful ))

this might just be one of the best

chocolate cakes i've ever tasted

i'm not eve a big

chocolate cake person

to begin with

but this might

just convert you

...really.

(recipe here)

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windows down

Memorial Day weekend traffic

it's officially summer

and days like today

remind me to smile

at all of it

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i'm not sure if it's widespread

or just happens to run rampant among

those in my inner circle

but we finally coined a term

for the common tendency to

revel in our memories:

C.N.D.

(Chronic Nostalgia Disorder)

extensive dwelling in the past

inhibits our ability to move forward

a bit of reliving specific moments

can bring a knowing glow to

anyone's core

but all we truly have is the now

i suppose the secret lies in our willingness

to accept and embrace change,

recognizing that the little sparkles of now

will soon infiltrate our memory banks

instead of being sucked
into the vortex of bittersweet,
 maybe we'll gradually become more
in tune with our C.N.D.

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(( sigh ))

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awoke this morning

as if i was exiting a cave

where i had been

hibernating

for three days

(( the catalyst  ))