Unf***theworld

Have you ever had one of those songs that you just can't get over? You know...the ones that whenever you listen to them they just get inside you somehow and you can literally feel them? No matter how many times you hear it, you just can't get enough. One of those songs for me is the incredible "Unfucktheworld" by Angel Olsen. I just can't with this song...I just can't...


What's one of your "I just can't with this song" songs? Which ones hit your bloodstream every time you listen?

Stars


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"What if, once upon a time, there were no stars in the sky at all? What if the stars are not what we think? What if the light from afar doesn't come from the rays of distant suns, but from our wings as we turn into angels? Destiny calls to each of us. And there is a world behind the world where we are all connected, all part of a great and moving plan. Magic is everywhere around us. You just have to look. Look. Look closely. For even time and distance are not what they appear to be.

No life is more important than another. And nothing has been without purpose. Nothing. What if we are all part of a great pattern that we may someday understand? And one day, when we have done what we alone are capable of doing, we get to rise up and reunite with those we have loved the most, forever embraced. What if we get to become... stars." - Winter's Tale


Prepping the canvas

Evening now creeps into the 4 o'clock hour. The clouds have settled in to place amongst the Portland sky. My coat, boots and scarf are now permanent fixtures by my front door. It has arrived...

My creative, moody weather.

To celebrate, I thought I'd finally write a new blog post. A little note of what has been inspiring me lately. The dream of Hanks and Bennet is now closer than ever, so I say it's time to prep the canvas.



H&B is coming soon...

The manifestation of a dream come true takes creative sustenance...so here's a glimpse of what's been inspiring me lately as I drink my coffee:


I want to live inside of Marte Marie Forsberg's Instagram. Seriously. I'm not kidding. I mean look at it! Do you blame me?




These albums on repeat:


Daydreaming of my nest:


Above photos found via Pinterest

Victory Speech of the Feet


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“I tell them dance begins when a moment of hurt combines with a moment of boredom. I tell them it’s the body’s reaching, bringing air to itself. I tell them that it’s the heart’s triumph, the victory speech of the feet, the refinement of animal lunge and flight, the purest metaphor of tribe and self.” - Lorrie Moore


Listening:
Jamestown Revival "California"
Beck "Waking Light"
Dylan LeBlanc "If the Creek Don't Rise"
Daughter "Youth"

Reading:
The Telling Room by Michael Paterniti


The Gift of Growing Old

Vanessa Redgrave photographed by Jillian Edelstein

The other day I was talking with one of my best friends about the "single life" and the topic of "you're not getting any younger" came up. This topic, for many women, is also accompanied by "my looks are going to fade" lamentation. This started me thinking about the fact that many women I know fear growing older. They fear the wrinkles and silver hair. They fear the softening of their frame. They fret about the inevitabilities of time.

I'm not going to try and pretend that I don't have my moments of seeing my youth transform and feeling a twinge about letting it go. Every woman has those moments, but where and when does the line get crossed? Where does the fear come from? This isn't a judgment (by any means) but a genuine question.

Growing older is honestly something I've never been "afraid" of personally. I'm unbelievably grateful that I get to grow older. I spent many hours as a child fearing death. I was petrified that it was going to swallow me before I had a chance to live. I know...kind of heavy for a 6 year old...but what can I say...it's what I came in with. Therefore, I'm thrilled that I get the opportunity to see life building in my eyes. It's something that I never want to hide. I don't want to be a woman who is so pulled and tucked that you have no proof that she has ever smiled, or cried or furrowed her brow. We are human beings. We're meant to show the passing of time. We're meant to collect stories. They live not only in our words but in our faces. I want a face that shows a life well lived.

When did it become a thing to be afraid to grow up? When did it become "not beautiful" to show to share the passing of time?

I admire elegant older women like Vanessa Redgrave who possess that indescribable air of humble confidence and speak with the gentle gaze of knowing eyes. You can see where their eyes have squinted with laughter, where their mouths have been kissed, where the sun has touched their cheeks. You can see...their...stories.

That's what I want. I want a face of stories. That's what I call beautiful.




Jack

Oh if I could only go and spend an afternoon with Jack....

93 years old. Living in the cabin he made himself. Making violin bows in his workshop. What a lovely portrait of a man...

 

Video by Grace Jackson.
First seen on the fabulous website Cabin Porn.