On Tuesday night when I saw the majority of the US map turn red, I said, “this is making me dislike the color red.” “It’s like the country is hemorrhaging.”
Tag: iphone
how i feel right now
sad
heartbroken
confused
angry
fired-up to get involved
fighty
frustrated
tired
and many more emotions that don’t have words
add a space
do you ever break down words to get to the heart of it, then turned it into word association? me neither, until now.
dis ease / not easy / anti ease
mis take / don’t take / not take
over all / lord / above
in to / movement
all ways / every where / love
full fill / fill while full
*I wrote this two and a half years ago, it seems appropriate to share now. I’m still processing this week. So here we are.
I can’t even
Today was roller coaster. I need to process it. I didn’t see this coming.
65 degrees
We’re having an unseasonably warm November. I’m ready for things to get brisk. I’m ready to see my own breath.
we drink wine on sundays
I can’t think of a better way to spend Sunday than going wine tasting with my dad and stepmom in wine country. We tried almost a dozen wines and had lots of laughs and delicious food along the way. It was a beautiful day.
Cheers!
1105
Autumn is my muse. I’m enthralled with it every single day. I can’t help but capture it. It’s a film of transition, a lesson in life. Constantly inconsistent. Just when you get comfortable, everything changes. Nature says, don’t stand still… keep going… aging… evolving, like the tide of a river.
eggs, fog and leaves
setting intentions
things I’m practicing this month
more boot camp (2-3 days a week, adding this to my 1-2 days of weightlifting)
meditation, twice a week
tracking my food and water intake
self-gratitude for my body and abilities
nablopomo with personal daily photos
11:02
7:00 woke and packed clothes for the day / 7:30 exercised at fit body boot camp / 9:00 went to work at nunm / 17:00 therapy appt / 18:15 visited dispensary and gas station / 19:00 home / 19:30 yoga / 20:00 ate dinner / 20:45 partially voted (turns out it’s going to be a two-night deal) / 22:15 made breakfast and packed my clothes for tomorrow / 22:45 showered / 23:00 in bed, writing this blogpost
23:45 good night, gracie
whew, what a productive day!
november one
It’s interesting how we circle around the same places and patterns throughout our lives. We are constantly seeking comfort even when it’s only temporary and sometimes even detrimental.
The push to get out of my comfort zone is always a challenge. It’s usually worth it in the long run but I still seek out the comforting beauty of these routines. And I can’t escape them ever. Because we are all connected, by place and people.
Home is a more complex word than you’d expect. And it’s often not just one place. The pieces are all around. I cling to each little bit.
NYC, initial musings
WORD SALAD
Large. Diverse. Work in progress. So many details. So much everything. Vibrant. More than I can contain with words. Wow. Speechless. Love.
OBSERVATIONS
People hang out in the streets. Like pull a chair out and sit on the sidewalk for hours or just stand in a corner or sit on a stoop. Every place outside is a public place.
People are beautiful. They also wear a fair amount of sweat pants. Everybody has an iPhone, in their hand.
Manhatten is twice as expensive to eat and drink in than Brooklyn. Brooklyn feels like Portland but with more brownstones and people of color. I love the diversity here, it’s so refreshing.
Most of the coffee here is from Portland or Seattle. (Starbucks is disgustingly everywhere, ew!)
It feels like there are fewer homeless people here than Portland.
RANDOM
I’ve walked more this week than I have in a long time. It’s awesome and harder than I thought it would be. My tiny little legs…getting me 7-10 miles in a day.
I’m learning the subway system. So fun and fascinating!
I still feel like I’m on west coast time and I’ve been here for a week!
I have such a feeling of possibility before me.
. all photos taken with iPhone 6+ . first afternoon here . september 25, 2015 . edited using vscocam . #nessayayvacay .
