revisited sunday in the garden april 2008

changes

things are changing:)

la dolce vita

* i wanted the music to play while you read but unfortunately playlist does not have it so tap the link in another window!

the other night i watched la dolce vita.(tap for music) and i heard things this time that made me think even more. I love the streets
of italy in the evening and dawn. I remember sleepless nights of dancing, cafes and at times conversation of the oddest kind:)
Montreal where i am from and where i will soon be dancing in the streets once again, staying out all night was easy, from late night dinners to midnight theaters, dancing till five am, yes five and then a morning espresso as the sun came out... gosh i remember some of it so clearly.

Fellini also wrote " never give up your childlike ways.." well something like that. i agree except do not become a marcello either!

while i watched i thought perhaps I could put a question to you? when the journalist/paparazzi our interviewing Sylvia
one of them ask "sylvia what are three things that you can't live without" her reply was " love, love, love" although i agree
and most of us would add our loved ones. I thought maybe you can tell me three things you would not be able to live without that come after your loved ones.

for me.

I can't live without

memories
a hand to hold or to reach out for mine
and books, lots and lots of books/film/music

a few things at the market

i love shopping at the farmers market just a block away from us. fresh berries, garlic greens locally made yogurt, fresh herbs and two more tomatoes plants one for dylan and the other for elle. I love how slowly the tables fill from spring greens to early summer berries and each week more color and textures are added. we are so lucky aren't we, i have been watching and reading allot more about the great depression, k and i talked about last night and how grey and grim it must have been then and how it must be for so many today. we have changed so much in our home to accommodate financial changes, but even when we feel a pinch we know we are no where near the struggles that people face.

time at home (deuxieme partie)

yes i see it, differences. I have always loved whites, creams and all neutrals. i remember the first color piece that entered my house. it was a painting, five feet wide by twelve feet long- oil on board red pomegrantz on a dark moody back ground. the house on the beach was white, walls were white, couches they too were white. the painting changed it, red began to show itself in pieces i would come across in my travels, not just any red but soon i would realize it was my red. well still within me exist the girl who craves the calming silent of winter white, the inviting peeks of meringues and all the colors of a cotton field. if i look real close i see i have not drifted to far..

time at home

i have had sometime to get used to the idea. no big adventure till the fall. now i wait for elle & dylan to arrive. i started looking at the place i live, how roofs and walls have felt temporary. i look at the small displays of my life here, things gathered, read and worn. i wonder in the wide view of my life what will the house on hudson be remembered as.

pieces of old

last year they dug up the boston common to put in new irrigation, i think i posted about it before. well one day upon visiting i noticed pieces of old china and pottery all over the common as if it was growing out of the dirt. i only had a few minutes, so i collected as much as i could. till now i just kept them in a dish. friday afternoon while trying to calm my nerves, i decided to string them and hung them at my front door.

the need for pretty things

today i am in need of pretty things, delicate sounds and sweet breezes. i hope your day is filled with things you want!...and what might those things be?

*ps. i somehow left myself out of the swap. if there is anyone out there that wanted to join but could not at this time find the means to do so, i would be more than happy to send you something.

when rain turns to sun

yesterday the clouds moved away, the rain stopped and we decided to stroll. walking around where i had walked many times before, my eyes wide open realizing that i had not been here in new england in the spring for many years now but in the desert of santa fe. Suddenly i was excited about discovering things i had missed in the past. mixed in with bright sun and a never ending loveliness was memories shared of our youth and far away lands.