Near and Dear

Triple cortado. Hafiz. Notebook + pen. Pandora on my phone. Two hours to myself, alone with these things that are near and dear to my heart.

And you were there, mis amig@s, in my thoughts and in my heart, as you are now. I have so much love for you all, for teaching me to treasure honesty and transparecy and vulnerability in my relationships, for being the mirror I needed to see myself with eyes of love, for calling me out on my shit instead of letting it slide, for giving me space to wander far and wide, for not pretending to have all the answers, for laughing with me, dancing with me, walking with me, getting lost with me, cooking with me, drinking with me, eating empanadas with me, making music with me, taking photos with me, and so much more...Thank you for this...I love you all quite madly.

In The Sweetness of Friendship

"And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed."

~ From The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran

I love friends who can convince me to come out on a blustery night to be a passenger through post-blizzard streets, pass a can of whipped cream like a peace pipe while driving, push the car through a big mound of snow into safety, share hot chocolate and sugary snacks while watching the movie I'd been craving to see that very week.

So very grateful...

Sometimes This Is What Hope Looks Like

It's just one small feather, clinging precariously to a rusty metal chain-link fence overlooking a dirty polluted river. It's not a bird, not a living creature that can soar of its own volition.

And still, it gives me hope...

[Thinking of the people in so many countries taking to the streets in recent days and weeks, fighting fearlessly for their rights.]