m is for magical.
and monday was magical. after a weekend of rain + gloom + winds that kept on sending the empty watering can flying across the porch, monday burst open with a brilliant sky. i was in awe. my neck actually hurt a bit from constantly looking up. after lunch with my family, i asked if we could take a detour home to a local park with an incredible vista point. i wanted to really capture those clouds. i was wearing footwear that was completely inappropriate for the dirt trail, and the outlook ended up being closed, but it was worth it to send our laughter out into the unsuspecting wildlife, to see the sun make patterns on the ground, and to start the week in such a happy way.
and it’s only gotten better. here’s why ::
these photos ::
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these songs ::
:: maps // the yeah yeah yeahs
:: excited for the future // mesita
:: jealous of the moon // nickel creek
:: show your colours // lonely drifter karen
:: blue bicycle // hauschka
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these words ::
The Man Splitting Wood in the Daybreak
The man splitting wood in the daybreak
looks strong, as though, if one weakened,
one could turn to him and he would help.
Gus Newland was strong. When he split wood
he struck hard, flashing the bright steel
through the air so hard the hard maple
leapt apart, as it’s feared marriages will do
in countries reluctant to permit divorce,
and even willow, which, though stacked
to dry a full year, on being split
actually weeps—totem wood, therefore,
to the married-until-death—sunders
with many little lip-wetting gasp-noises.
But Gus is dead. We could turn to our fathers,
but they help us only by the unperplexed
looking-back of the numerals cut into headstones.
Or to our mothers, whose love, so devastated,
can’t, even in spring, break through the hard earth.
Our spouses weaken at the same rate we do.
We have to hold our children up to lean on them.
Everyone who could help goes or hasn’t arrived.
What about the man splitting wood in the daybreak,
who looked strong? That was years ago. That was me.
— Galway Kinnell
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these things ::
:: marc andre fleury recording an incredible shut out at the bell centre last night
:: jordan staal, a.k.a. iron man, doing drills five days after having foot surgery
:: voting. it rocks. i love it. i never forget. it never gets old. and i helped pass an important library levy. hooray for democracy!
:: the blood-red case from the dexter soundtrack
:: the wonderfulness behind every click at upon and fold + thomas paul
:: having one exam left in the 2010 spring semester
:: the san jose sharks being up 3-0 in their series against the detriot red wings {insert a tiny evil laugh}
:: the smell of bonfires melting into the air, signaling the upcoming summer
:: becoming an expert at play! curling for android
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this loveliness ::
{handmade ceramics // sinead o’moore}{via mademoiselle poirot}
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how has your week been so far?
cheers [darlin']
Alison
{credits: one. two. three. four. five.}
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