october has been a hustling bustling month. a month of hard lessons learned amid joyful and rewarding experiences and some kind generous folks who had my back every step of the way. not to mention the beautiful brides and the handsome grooms that will make a believer out of me yet. to you all, it was a pleasure.

many a chilly morning i've been sleepwalking to the nearest corner to hail a taxi. on the other side as the sun begins to rise i am surrounded by a wellspring of beauty in every direction. it is here that i begin my work and my heart is full at the prospect of so much earthly goodness. on my days off i take long walks, explore the farmers market, cook delicious meals, catch up on my reading and meet up with a friend or two. the boy and i are finally settled comfortably in our new abode. this weekend will mark six months. already i've caught the whiff of the neighbor's fireplace kindling on a recent cool evening. i will sorely miss ours this year but what i really miss is the outdoors. the mountains. the sea. that long stretch of road that leads to nowhere. far away from the yellow cabs, trash cans and street lamps where i can see my breath rise in the early light of dawn. the boy promises we'll be there before you know it.

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I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees... I thought, "This is what it is to be happy. ~sylvia plath

*simon and garfunkel



Truly, we live with mysteries too marvelous
to be understood.
How grass can be nourishing in the
mouths of the lambs.
How rivers and stones are forever
in allegiance with gravity
while we ourselves dream of rising.
How two hands touch and the bonds
will never be broken.
How people come, from delight or the
scars of damage,
to the comfort of a poem.
Let me keep my distance, always, from those
who think they have the answers.
Let me keep company always with those who say
"Look!" and laugh in astonishment,
and bow their heads.
mysteries, yes m. oliver 

a double decker weekend is approaching. there will be a white wedding / a gaggle of caffeine fueled ladies / jammy jams on the ipizzle and plenty of flowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwas in the house. 

wish us luck y'all~

/ / xx



Waiting is a dry desert between where we are and 
where we want to be ~Henri J.M. Nouwen

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