It’s been awhile…
The past months have been a lot of ups and downs, sharps turns and sudden stops. I feel okay – but this learning how to be a grown up stuff can be pretty frustrating. It is the journey of getting back to my self. That means change – breaking patterns, relationships shifting, and all kinds of exhausting endeavors. I’m getting tired just thinking about it.
All that being said, I am finding myself more present in the moment-to-moment, which can hurt as much as it can exhilarate. Along with this new sense of awareness is a craving for beauty that I must have always had, just ignored for a long time. I’ve being consuming art exhibits, reading good fiction, experiencing Neutral Milk Hotel in a storm, and listening to a shit-ton of Nina Simone.
I’ll take beauty wherever I can get it:
This is so incredibly sweet. It makes you think about all the moments that are slowly absorbed into the fabric of life without you ever even realizing it. Beyond my polaroid collection from college, I wonder what artifacts of mine will survive my memory.
I was just in Chicago for work and stole away to the Institute of Art – where I obsessed over this painting of (the rather scandalous) Lady Sarah Bunbury.
She was quite the rebel for her time and (eventually) married for love after a (gasp!) nasty divorce.
Maile Meloy’s Madame Lazarus ran in the New Yorker awhile ago. I promptly hunted anything by her I could get my hands on. Her writing makes me feel stuff.
Memorials are strange things. We humans build these great big icons of suffering to… help us move forward? help us remember? The mind reels.
My sister was just in Berlin and told me about The Soviet War Memorial at Treptower Park. I never visited when I lived there – and am kicking myself now. The memorial was built right after WWII and is just so… SOVIET.
Left is a shot of Mother Russia crying at the entrance.
PURPLE HAIR. I’m seeing it everywhere in NYC. Apparently “kooky hair color” is a trend this summer – all the cool kids are doing it. I WANT.