Poem, Sweet Poem

Nawlins

2012-01-25T08:00:00.000-08:00

Truly, I have work to thank for my trip to New Orleans. In January of this year and last, I attended a very exciting and interesting booksellers conference. Last year it was in D.C., where winter chilled my long walks along the National Mall. This year, the Institute found its home in New Orleans, one of the friendliest, most beautiful cities I've ever visited. Before this trip, I'd never been, but long desired to go for the parties, the music, and the food. Of course, now, I can imagine a visit to New Orleans has more meaning than it once did.

The recent devastation from Hurricane Katrina is an unavoidable reality. As my airplane made its final descent above the Gulf and then over the Mississippi River, the hairs on my neck stood straight up as I thought of the tragedy. How could something so horrific happen? How can one city see so much death, displacement, horror and unfairness? My time in the city was short (given that I was mostly in a hotel working), but I couldn't get these questions out of my head.

Any chance I got to explore the city, I took. The questions kept coming: how could New Orleans endure such a disaster, how did they/can they recover and will it ever be the same? Perhaps it can be better? Well, I don't have the answers and I'd say the term 'recovery' stands on a very long, complicated spectrum when it comes to Katrina. I wandered the streets, feeling conflicted about my role as a tourist knowing what once happened under this sky.

I made my way to Jackson Square and sat quietly on a park bench, watching the busy streets take flight. Magicians did tricks, drunken party-goers sipped drinks, and horse-drawn carriages trotted down lanes. Then, I heard it. Music. Horns. Jazz. I heard the music and felt it on my skin the way I felt the hot muggy air surrounding me, very uncharacteristic weather for January.

My thoughts shifted. Questions of why and when turned into questions of how. Does music have the power to heal? I suddenly felt the power of this city, with its history and its culture. I felt a power, but I wasn't sure what to make of it and what it meant. I'm out of my element, but I'm loving this city and feeling loved by it.

I stood up and continued wandering the streets of the French Quarter. This city has come a long way, and I know that there's still a long road. Possibly an endless one. However, I can't help but think some balance can be found between the melodies and the dissonance I heard in that square, coming out of that lone saxophone.

There was lots to love in NOLA. Besides the music, the food and street partying, I was really taken by the architecture.

It felt like another era and most definitely another world.

I saw a lot of homes like this one and I thought the same thing each time: how can I get up on that balcony and enjoy a mint julep with the locals? On a hot summer day (which it wasn't, though the mugginess and sunshine was reminiscent of one) I couldn't imagine doing anything more appropriate.

Once you've wandered long enough, you start to get the feeling: I've been here before. Maybe it's because the architecture is so distinct and consistent, or maybe it's because the structures (like the essence of the city) are sultry and intoxicating.

Speaking of sultry, I lost all sense and literally floated into Bourbon French Parfume, a 164 year old perfumery. With all of its alluring smells, I got caught up inhaling their signature scents: La Vie Nouvelle, La Pluie and Mon Amour. You forget where you are and how you came to this place.

This was one of the many incredible works of art at Armstrong Park. Since I had such a short amount of time in the city, I felt my visit needed some guidance. Before I went, I remembered how one week GOOP (yes, Gwyneth's blog) did a piece on New Orleans. In fact, R.E.M.'s Michael Stipe was the guest editor on the post. Little did I know that he would be my guru, leading me through my journey. Well, he was, in a major way. I followed his guidance as if he was a good friend and, honestly, by the end of the trip, he felt like one.

Despite the grid-like design to the French Quarter, it's easy to get lost. I wasn't lost though, because I had Michael Stipe to follow. He told me where to get a good bowl of Gumbo, at Coops:

A good dose of health food, at Satsuma:

Some great coffee and sweets, at Croissant d'Or:

Ah, sweets...

This was the only time it snowed while I was in New Orleans. Each bite and it was a winter wonderland. I loved it!

Other wise, it was HOT HOT HOT!

While for some people, it's about the drinking...

...for me it was about the sunshine in winter. That, and the music...

The music. Hearing it as I walked along every street, around every corner, and even in my hotel room as I went to sleep (they give you ear plugs upon check-in). I felt soothed and enlivened at the same time. I felt part of this gorgeous city.

One last and final perfect moment: my last night in the city, I went to Buffa's for dinner (another Stipe recommendation). As I sat there enjoying Chuck's award-winning Bratwurst Jambalaya and Boudin Balls, someone put R.E.M.'s "It's the End of the World As We Know It" on the jukebox. It was perfection.

Yes, No, Yes, NOLA

2012-01-21T18:00:00.000-08:00

Hello again! I've been on a business trip in New Orleans for the past few days, hence the lack of posts. It was my first time in the city, first time in Louisiana, first time in the Deep South! It was so amazing!!! I'm too tired to post now (4 a.m. wake-up calls are no joke). Check in soon, though, to see all the things I found in what was one of the liveliest, craziest, most bumpin' cities I've ever set eyes and ears on!

Toe Dip and the Real Hip

2012-01-17T08:00:00.000-08:00

You know what I don't have? An iPhone. I don't even have a smart phone. I have, what one day people will scratch their heads trying to remember the word for, a flip-phone. It's supremely inconvenient to have a "dumb" phone, but it's a way for me to remain unplugged a little longer before I completely give-in.

Aside from feeling anachronistically uncool, there is one thing about not having an iPhone that bums me out. I don't have the cool camera! Who would have known that a camera phone could be so awesome and serve so many purposes? Basically, I love, love, love (and covet) Hipstamatic. Luckily, I can benefit from the app once in a while because my friends, unlike me, are members of the planet Earth.

This past week one of my favorite humans on this planet Earth, Rachel, was visiting. She wanted to do all of my favorite things with me, wanted to come to exercise class with me, wanted to eat all the yummy SF food AND she took amazing photos with her "hip" app. I barely had to take any pics of my own because I knew hers would be the coolest. She captured the dreamy flowiness (made-up word, I know) of the weekend. The pics appear vintage, worn and ripe with discovery. I cherish them all.

Seashells from the seashore.

Coffee from Trouble.

Succulents in the greenhouse.

Sarah and me, calmly caffeinated (oxymoron, but nonetheless...).

It was so nice to have Rach in town. Not only does she make me belly laugh, but she really grounds me. She lives far away, but it's a long distance relationship that has no distance at all. Having her visit was an absolute treat and I feel so lucky that she ventured out to the West. During her time here I felt so calm, nourished and relaxed. All the feelings I had are completely sustainable, given that I still feel it all. Notice I've switched from hipstamatic to my own camera? I had to squeeze a few of these in.

Dipping our toes in the Pacific at Ocean Beach.

Another INSANE lunch at Outerlands.

The gorgeously curated General Store.

"Sunshine, daydream" is what I like to call this pic. By the way, thanks Sarah and Rach, for convincing me to buy the clogs! When I wear them, it feels like I've slipped love onto my feet. And they'll forever remind me of our toe dip in the Pacific!

Love you, Rach! Miss you already, xoxo

Searching for Tea

2012-01-14T09:00:00.000-08:00

I'm in the market for a new tea kettle. My current one spills all over the place when I pour water to make coffee. Luckily, my lovely friend Rachel gave me this article for guidance. Do you, readers, have a favorite kettle that you use? I'd love the suggestions.

Thanks, Rach, for finding the article and for taking this gorgeous photo! xoxo

A Little Bit

2012-01-12T07:00:00.000-08:00

Every once in a while I get a little bit excited about fashion. It's definitely not a passion of mine, but it's so lovely to feel stylish. To appreciate the beauty of something that is worn, not just seen from a far or heard in the air, like music. To revel in the hem of a dress, or the seam of a stocking. To get dressed up.

Something beautiful worn on the body is like wearing a divine piece of art. When I'm feeling dreamy about fashion and imaging myself adorning a fantastic street look, I venture over to French Vogue where fashion flows endlessly. I came across these Nina Ricci looks and just about swooned. Feel free to swoon as well, possibly while listening to this song?

Oh, to indulge! I would LOVE to hear which looks are your favorites. Please feel free to share with me. I'll tell you now, the 3rd look might be my current fave, but it changes by the minute. Thoughts???

Potrero Peace and Plow

2012-01-09T07:00:00.000-08:00

There are so many different types of days. There are work days, holi-days, vacation days, good days, bad days. There are days when we are scheduled to the hour, without a minute to breathe. There are days when there are no plans, yet we are still unable to relax. It's as if relaxing is your one, single goal that there's too much pressure to achieve. Then there are days when everything falls into place. When spontaneity calls and you answer. When you forgot to tell yourself to relax and then, suddenly, you relaxed.

You eat your French Toast from Plow before your savory egg dish arrives because you tell yourself: that's how the Europeans do it. Like pasta before salad. Or dinner at midnight.

You meander through the aisles of a bookstore, only stopping when you see the ever-classic combination of words: Shakespeare. Love. Sonnets. You forget what once existed, because everything is new. Even that which is hundred of years old.

You feel so loving towards your friends and everything that feels real. I loved seeing Anne Zimmerman's An Extravagant Hunger in the cooking section at Christopher's Books. I loved seeing it face-out, booming like the sunshine.

You feel the sunshine and see the blue sky on a clear day. Addresses, apartments, houses, locations, all seem relevant. People's places are theirs, and yours to dream about. Imagine of. First you think you know what's inside, then remembering you don't know what happens behind closed doors. Even when you're behind them, you still sometimes have no clue what's going on.

You're very behind on trends, hipness and what's cool. You wait until you're ready. You save the goodness for a day when you need something, guaranteed to blow your mind. Because everyone's mind was already blown. So you know that, one day, so will yours. You wait, though, because you can.

You remember why you walked slowly today. Why you waited an extra ten minutes without even trying. Why you forgot the time, which made you always on time. Why you didn't plan, agonize or worry. You remember why you wore the wrong shoes, why you didn't mind sweating. Why you smiled at someone across the street and laughed when sidewalk traffic got too close.

Why you once made rules and broke them. You remember why you stopped in your tracks. Why you peered through the fence, past the bleachers and the broken beer bottle. Why you felt, in that one moment, a joy, a peace, a happiness. You felt silent and then remembered why you keep on going.

Downton Abbey

2012-01-06T08:00:00.000-08:00

I've been waiting for this! The new season of Downton Abbey premieres this weekend. Not only did Season 1 end with some major cliff-hangers, but I just can't wait for another season of this satisfying and gorgeous show. By the way, I absolutely adore this picture of the Grantham sisters, which can be found here. Like most eager fans, I'm so curious as to what comes next in the whole saga. I would love to hear everyone's thoughts on what my Mom calls a "delicious and addictive television series." Have you seen? Will you watch? Like me, are you counting down the minutes???

Sisters in Ojai

2012-01-03T07:00:00.000-08:00

Before I dive deeply into the new year (which has been lovely thus far) I want to pay one last visit to 2011. The day after Christmas, Heather and I ventured up to Ojai to spend a crisp and clear 24 hours together. Given the 3-day weekend, we thought it made sense to extend the holiday into some special sister time.

Do you believe there are places that have magical powers?

Magic in the sense that one can be utterly transformed by a landscape...

...the smell of the flora and fauna...

...and the way the sunlight touches the earth.

The way mystery and sense are no different...

...because you never want to leave, even though once you leave, you leave feeling cleansed...

...calmed...

...nourished by the mountains and the trees...

...and color is so plentiful, you think you are a painter's paint, canvas and inspiration all at once. Yes, I'd say Ojai is a magical place and quite dear to me. Saying goodbye to Ojai wasn't sad, because in saying goodbye, I said hello to another year, with Ojai in my heart.

A New Real

2012-01-01T19:00:00.000-08:00

Farewell to another year! As Drake says, "the real is on the rise." Funny, though, because I thought 2011 seemed like one dose of reality after another. Well, looks like it just keeps going. On and on and on.

If it looks anything like this, I'll take it.

New Year.

Same city.

and then there's me. New? the same? You know how I roll. I can't take the reality without a little bit of both.

Sunset photos taken NYE 2011 on Ocean Beach, San Francisco, CA.

Visions of Home

2011-12-29T07:00:00.000-08:00

Even though I'm back at work, I'm treating this week between Christmas and New Years like a vacation. Why not? The San Francisco sky is crisp, the traffic is almost non-existent, and another holiday weekend is approaching. Sure I'm still rocking the 9-5, but there's a way to have it all now isn't there? I made sure to schedule lots of nourishing activities pre- and post-work (yoga, soup date with a friend, baking date with a friend, Audrey Hepburn marathon, sushi dinners, leisurely strolling the aisles of my favorite grocery store, a civilized–and solo–glass of wine at Tartine while flipping through the New Yorker).

I must admit, I slightly dreaded this week. It was the first time I'd ever officially worked between the holidays. Suddenly in the thick of it, however, I had no idea how much I would enjoy this quiet time in the city. Maybe my current calm and positive frame of mind was shaped by my cozy and loving trip down to L.A., where family and friend time was plentiful, food was comforting and the hot SoCal sun warmed my heart. Even though my family isn't with me this week, I still feel their closeness and the magic that we created together during this holiday season:

The Christmas dinner table at Heather and Alex's.

Pitted dates sizzling on the stove top: the key ingredient to Lumberjack Cake.

An early morning table, kissed by the sun.

My Mom's famous Gingerbread Men.

Sweet Iroha bringing laughter and smiles to Christmas Eve dinner.

All my favorite people in a row, together in one room.

Still...

Trying to live in the moment, while visions of home dance in my head.

Merry Wishes

2011-12-22T07:00:00.000-08:00

To all of my wonderful readers,

I wish you a sweet and lovely, relaxing and peaceful holiday!

Love,
Megan

'Twas the week before Christmas

2011-12-19T07:00:00.000-08:00

The week before Christmas is a funny thing. For some people, it's about the hustle and bustle: shopping, wrapping, bow-tying presents. The last minute errands. For others, it's about finishing up big projects at work or finally throwing that big party they've been preparing for. For some, it's about getting in the holiday spirit: holiday movies, decorating the tree, baking cookies, warming up next to a fireplace. For some, it's just your average week.

Whether we like it or not, though, we give a lot of ourselves during this time. Some of us wish we could give more, wish we could be in two places at once, wish we could be better to others, or (here's an unfathomable one) be better to ourselves. Let's just say, expectations are high. Amid the craziness that is the holidays, I might do something different this year. Something like slowing down, taking a step back and acknowledging the little things.

Slowing down scares me because it means I actually have to feel (ack, feelings! scary!). Seriously, though, room must be made for feeling. Like clearing out some space in the closet in the Springtime, the holidays could not be a better time to carve out some personal space to get in touch with where we're at emotionally. The little things are lost otherwise. The little things are just another day...passing us by. With open space, things stay close, things remain, like...

This temple of Redwoods, watching over me.

This burst of another season in Mill Valley.

This perfectly clear day in the Headlands, the ocean and the lagoon almost touching.

This perfect lunch with my besties at Outerlands, grilled cheeses and potato garlic soup!

This open window letting the sun shine in on the succulents.

These colorful books...

...at the General Store.

This almost-new year.

This cozy-as-ever dessert at Frances, the Lumberjack Cake. I know it sounds crazy, but with eyes open and patient, I think I enjoyed each bite differently than I would have before. Maybe there's something to this slowing-down thing.

Any tips for handling the craziness of the week before Christmastime?

Deal in Dreamers

2011-12-15T08:00:00.000-08:00

Good morning...or is it? I mean, I don't think I slept last night. I tossed, I turned, I tossed and more of that. I know I slept a little bit because I had two horrific nightmares: in the first, I got bitten by a snake and in the second, my hands turned into snakes (Hey, everyone, take a wild guess at what I'm most afraid of). Both horrors caused me to wake with a jolt. Then, when the trash and recycling pick-up comes around 5 a.m., the hope of sleep is done for. When I woke up this morning, let's just say I was a wee bit on the grumpy side.

Coffee didn't make it better. My pine scented candle didn't calm my bummer mood. Steve Inskeep's comforting voice didn't do squat. Just when I thought I was hanging on by a thread, I made one last attempt at making myself feel cozy again: Joni Mitchell. Would listening to "Court and Spark" cheer me up? The answer is yes or yes-ish. I'm still half-asleep, but at least my most recent thoughts are of wonderful Joni (as opposed to snake hands). Wonderful Joni, wonderful Joni, wonderful Joni...

Tell me, sweet empathetic loving readers, what do you do to cure those mornings when you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?

Joni photo from here.

Holidays + Suppen

2011-12-13T07:00:00.000-08:00

Lately, I've really been wanting to have brunch at Suppenküche, this really cozy German restaurant in Hayes Valley. They're the real deal: Schnitzel, beer out of the boot, Spätzle. As if they couldn't be any cooler, they recently opened up a Biergarten around the corner.

Anyway, I hadn't been there in probably 3 years (!!!) and I needed my fix. It was the perfect place to meet Emmanuel for brunch on Sunday.

A delicious meal! Reibekuchen mit hausgemachtem Apfelmus (Potato Pancakes with Homemade Apple Sauce) and my mystery plate. I ordered a bread dumpling with sausage and 2 fried eggs, but something completely different came to me! I didn't mind. The food there is so good. There are no mistakes.

We sat in a cozy corner by the bar. It was so nice to look out and see all the Christmas decorations. It definitely got me in the holiday spirit!

Afterwards, I went to Rainbow grocery for my weekly market trip! I couldn't believe it when I ran into Maureen and Fifi in the kitchen appliance aisle. It was their first time at Rainbow! I felt their awe...

A Seaside Array

2011-12-09T07:00:00.000-08:00

I know it might not be the most timely thing, but sometimes I like to revisit things I did in real life but never blogged about. Remember this? Well I never did follow up on what happened with all of those sea objects. Part of the wait was intentional: I was holding off until local artist and friend Dave Wilson revealed the final product to the public. Now that he's put it up on his blog, I feel it's safe to share some goodies from that wonderful day at RCA beach in Bolinas.

Before we arrived, the actual event was full of mystery and suspense. I knew something about a stop motion film project. I knew something about a giant tripod (that he built with KC Bull). I knew something about objects on the beach that we would find, collect and use as part of this project full of mystery and suspense. As part of a collaborative effort, I was delighted to be a player.

Oh (and most poignantly) I knew that this group was coming together to acknowledge the recent devastation of Japan and to honor their healing. This sign says: "We think of you."

After foraging various sea objects, we gathered under a perfectly constructed tripod, arranging our findings among the wooden frame.

Each half a minute or so, we sat back to let the camera capture the latest creation.

We'd then go back to create some more.

The objective became something meditative and intentional: to use objects to make shapes with the intention that one day (with a little help from a camera and some editing) they would move. Items, though still and inanimate, have the potential to come alive and take flight. How lovely!

You get the idea. Clearly, I was excited about it then and I'm excited about it now.

Playful and curious, it was like being in the sandbox again.

And there was music!

Me, with artist Kyle Field. We sang Grateful Dead songs from our driftwood seats.

Heading home. Those aren't my dreads...but I wish they were my boots. Thanks, Dave, for including me in this thoughtful and lovely project. xo

All the Giving

2011-12-06T07:00:00.000-08:00

We're somewhere in between my birthday and Christmas, yet somehow I've been showered with gifts. A gift can mean so many things: a dress you've been wanting, the new Nancy Meyers movie that's just out on DVD, a single homemade Gingersnap (thank you, Sarah), or a gesture. I love sweet gestures because, although they're not an object you can hold, they are an event frozen in time—often with the face of the one who adorned your space with kindness.

This past weekend, the choir that I am in had its holiday performance. We've been rehearsing like crazy and working so hard to get it just right. To me, it didn't even matter how we sounded, though. It mattered to me that I had so much fun up on stage. It felt good to hear all our hard work echoing off the walls of the church. Some of my favorite people showed up to support me, including my parents who drove all the way up from L.A. to hear me sing. It's hard not to feel like the happiest, luckiest person when this happens. I am so grateful to have such incredible friends and family.

So there is the gift of "showing up" and there is the gift of "giving." Here are a few lovely things I've been lucky enough to receive lately. These classy folks just blow my mind.

Beautiful soap from Heather and Alex...

as well as this gorgeous throw...

Look at all the pretty detail!

...and these charming place-mats. Sometimes when Heather and I give each other gifts, we say that the present looks like one of us. I think the place mats look like me and the throw looks like Heather.

A sweet card from Jennifer...

A belated birthday card from Jessica...

Three perfect roses from Sarah, she gave to me after my Saturday performance. I put them by my bed, where I can smell these beauties when I wake up in the morning and at night, while I sleep.

The holidays are upon us! What would you like to give/get?

Birthday Girl

2011-12-05T08:00:00.000-08:00

Happy Birthday, to my beautiful sister, Heather!

Take a Hike...I Wish

2011-12-02T07:00:00.000-08:00

Despite a bout of low, dense fog and historically strong winds, San Francisco has been beautiful these past few days. A crisp and clear horizon, each mountain top looking like it was just drawn onto the sky. Days like these make me want to go for a big, long hike up north.

I love those weekend mornings, waking up with no plans and just deciding to get outta town. Over the bridge and fay away. If I wasn't so busy, I would get out a map and chose my destination. Maybe I'd play that game where you close your eyes, point your finger and go where it lands. Is that real or do they just do that in movies?

One of my favorite things to do before I hike is gather my pack. Water, sunscreen, fleece (wintry jaunts are just as cozy), food. Sometimes it's fun to indulge in some sweets, heading over to a local bakery (San Francisco doesn't have a shortage of those) to pick up some yummy, freshly baked bread or even a muffin or a cheese roll. My mouth is watering just thinking about it. I better get going on this adventure before I start only hiking in my dreams!

What are your favorite ways to prepare for a hike in nature?

Misty Mountain Hop

2011-11-29T07:00:00.000-08:00

Yesterday, a weather advisory was issued in San Francisco due to a dense layer of fog that was covering the Bay Area.

I heard this from a pilot because I was 35,000 feet in the air, on an airplane. He said there was a chance we might go into a holding pattern as we approached the airport. Luckily, we didn't or I surely would have been late for work.

Honestly, though, the fog was thick. When it hovers so low and heavy, it feels as though there's no visibility at all. Sometimes I wonder how pilots do it.

Flying through the air, in a cloud of white. Are we landing? Is it soon? And then suddenly, in what feels like 10 feet from the runway, there is the land.

I always say a little silent "thank you life" when this happens. I suppose gray skies are expected during this time of year. Especially in higher altitudes or on the east coast, when ominous skies tell of a storm approaching.

If the sun shined everyday, would we appreciate it as much as when it shows its face after a long hiatus? I, for one, love the fog.

I love how it reminds me of when I first moved to San Francisco. Those first few mornings, waking up to a new kind of morning. A new kind of waking up.

The misty air hangs in the city like a mobile, softening the entrance into the day.

Emboldening the details that might otherwise go unnoticed. Only to slowly burn off, presenting the sun.

All photos taken by me on particularly foggy days.

Dream Mood

2011-11-28T07:00:00.000-08:00

I want my week to look and feel like this. Might sound like a tall order, but if a silent movie can pull it off, so can I. By the way, such a GOOD silent movie.

Photo from The Artist.

Holidays are Here!

2011-11-23T08:00:00.000-08:00

Photo from here.

Hope everyone has a fabulous and long holiday weekend! See you next week, xo

Summerless in the Winter

2011-11-21T07:00:00.000-08:00

I think I'm in denial that winter is upon us. Didn't summer just begin? Forget the fall. My mind is on long days, vacation, camping, beach blankets, late al fresco dinners, rosé and sunshine. Where did it all go? First of all, my apartment is starting to get chilly. I'm not going to say it's arctic, but I've officially pulled out the LL Bean long underwear and smart wools. I could put the heater on, but there's the denial again. Once I turn that nob, I'm done for. Holiday party? I'm having trouble planning it.

Sounds like someone needs a dose of the Christmas spirit. Where is my deep embrace of the season? The one that comes every season, whether it's summer, winter, spring or fall? Oh, no! Am I a forever-summer addict? Is it wrong that I always want to be dressed like the woman in the photo above (photo from here) and that I wish all days were hot, lazy and endless?

Oh boy, this is sounding bad! Get a hold of yourself. This is November, almost December. The season of sweaters, hearths, Christmas movies, hot chocolate and coziness. I mean, seriously, the word COZY was not invented during the summer. I better conjure up some cozy images FAST so that I get in the mood. Maybe if there are any readers out there who are having trouble getting into the season, I can help inspire you too!

Holiday in a mug? A Christmas trip to Vermont a few years ago taught me that there's nothing better than a hot cider beverage to warm up the chilliest of nights. I can imagine sipping on Bon Appetit's spiced apple cider with rum whipped cream while a cranberry crisp bakes in the oven. Recipe here.

Or there is Martha Stewart's Warm Cider and Run punch. Recipe here. I can't decide which drink I'd rather take with me to sit by the fire. War of the rum ciders, it's ON.

Holiday outfits? Ever since Jeana posted this photo of cozy holiday sweaters I've haven't been able to get it out of my mind. I want to wrap up in all of them. A good sweater collection is essential to feeling cozy when it's cold out!

Holiday movies? Little Women is my favorite (although White Christmas is a close second). The relationship between the sisters and their parents is so loving and genuine. Also, Jo's connection to home and childhood? Gets me every time.

Holiday music? Think of the sounds of this glorious season: Bells ringing, Christmas trees rustling, feet shuffling through snow (depending on where you live of course). What about the music?! Ella Fitzgerald's jazz album, a Charlie Brown Christmas. This year it might be fun to see some Christmas music performed Or, if you're me, you'll be the performer! Little known fact: I'm in a choir! Our annual Christmas performance is soon. I'm so excited/nervous!

Holiday poetry? I haven't read many Christmas poems, but The Night Before Christmas, written by Clement Clarke Moore in 1823, has to be the most famous of them all. I found this lovely excerpt from here.

See, that wasn't too hard! Letting this holiday season into my life isn't too much a burden given how cozy it can be. Soon, I'll be sad that it's over. Luckily, it's just beginning!

Then Again

2011-11-17T07:00:00.000-08:00

Finally picked up Diane Keaton's memoir, Then Again. I didn't realize that, in addition to being the story of her life, it was about the life of her mother. I'm already hooked. She's a beautiful writer and I even dreamed about it last night. She talks a lot about dreams, memory and thinking. Anyway, I still have the whole book to read which I'm excited about. For those of you who adore Diane, like me, the photos will be a real treat. She's so lovely, and what about that pic with Woody? Classic!

Spiced Pumpkin Bread

2011-11-15T07:00:00.000-08:00

Pumpkin bread has been a Fall tradition in my family ever since I was in elementary school. Maybe it was my kindergarten class (Mom, feel free to chime in here) at Meadow Oaks that published a cookbook??? There was a pumpkin bread recipe in there that has become legendary in my family. I've moved on to a new recipe, but I don't think matters which one you use. Spiced. Pumpkin. Bread. I don't see a problem here.

My favorite thing about the recipe: "bake for one hour, or until the top begins to crack." I just love the way it looks when it's ready.

Off to enjoy another slice!

Like Crazy

2011-11-12T08:00:00.000-08:00

When I see a movie like this, I truly believe that my 13-year-old self would have reacted exactly as my present-day self. Same butterflies, same swooning, same tears. Once a romantic, always a romantic. I really liked this movie, maybe even more than I enjoyed it—if that makes sense. It was definitely hard to watch (sometimes it's not easy witnessing the story of other people's love) but it was so beautiful and I can't stop thinking about it.

I listened to some of the soundtrack this morning but it made me too emotional. So I put on Kanye & JAY-Z, which always makes everything better. Final thoughts: a great start to the holiday season! That's promising :)

Books to Devour

2011-11-09T08:00:00.000-08:00

I can't stop staring at the cover of this week's T Magazine Design & Living issue. It makes me think about beautiful books and the beautiful words inside of them. Sometimes I get so caught up my New York Times and New Yorkers (not to mention episodes of Breaking Bad and Modern Family) that I forget to pick up an actual book and read it.

Lately, I've been craving something like Tina Fey's Bossy Pants. I also know there are a lot of new books out by or about women who've been in the spotlight. We know them from film, television, journalism and other venues, but with these books they're opening up a new chapter to tell. The holidays are coming up which means time for gifts and time for reading. Here are a few books I would love to give, receive and, most importantly, READ.

I've been waiting for her story! She's one of my favorite actresses of all time and I can't wait to hear what she has to say about style, the Seventies and, of course, Woody.

Everything she says on The Office makes me laugh. I hear this one's like Bossy Pants. Need it, asap.

One of the most well-respected film critics of our time, I read Paulene Kael's New Yorker reviews when studying film in college. She seems like an interesting person to know more about.

Finally, I cry just seeing this one in bookstores. Joan Didion's writing and observations on the beauty and pain of life just take my breath away. I know this book will be hard to read, but it puts things into perspective. I can also imagine, as I experienced while reading The Year of Magical Thinking, that learning about Didion's experience with loss and grief is destined to make any reader stronger.

I know there will be lots of tears and laughter that will come from reading these books, and I look forward to devouring them all.

Are there any books that you can't wait to read???

***Just read Blue Nights cover to cover and it was beautiful in every way. I highly recommend it (and, also, to keep the kleenex close).

Afternoon on a Hill

2011-11-07T08:00:00.000-08:00

"Afternoon on a Hill"

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!

- Edna St. Vincent Millay

Loving this poem "Afternoon on a Hill" by Edna St. Vincent Millay. It says so much, in so few words, about the poet as adventurer, observer and homebody. Can't we all relate? I took this photo of the Portland Breakwater Lighthouse on my recent trip to Maine. Of course, Maine is where the poet was born.

Katy Visits

2011-11-03T08:00:00.000-07:00

I'm from L.A and went to college in Maine and now I live in San Francisco. With all of those miles behind me, I have many friends in many places. New York, Boston, D.C., Chicago, Madison, Minneapolis, Austin, London, Barcelona, Quito. You know who you are. Although I miss my friends dearly who don't live in the same city as me, I delight in the fact that visits are inevitable when friendships are this strong.

Most recently, I was lucky enough to have a visit from my wonderful friend Katy and her sweet husband John. They're on their way back home to Colorado after living in Alaska for the past few months. They stopped into San Francisco to say hello to friends and a city that will always welcome them.

Katy and John

Saturday morning at the Ferry Building. The best place to take out-of-town guests and the best place to enjoy whatever season we're in. This time, it was a pumpkin, squash, gourd fest. We also had a taste of summer. Raspberries and tomatoes reminded us all of a season one could never forget.

Later in the day, Katy, John, Sarah and I stopped by Ocean Beach, where our friends Maureen and Fifi were throwing a little party. Katy and Maureen sang together in an acapella group in college.

Katy's beautiful braids. Her hair is so long, they wrap multiple times around her head!

Fifi, the birthday boy!

Maureen, the sun-kissed beauty!

A rare opportunity to have the sun in my eyes.

Another gorgeous SF sunset.

Katy and John, the adventurous travelers marveling at another destination along their journey.

We played a few rounds of trust - feeling free.

As the sun goes down, so does the temperature. I wonder if I've said that before? The bonfire keeps us all warm, as we wonder what to do next.

Well, we know. Dinner at Outerlands of course. Squash soup and Dave's toast.

Katy and John, come back, so we can do it all over again!!! Miss you already, xoxo.

Rattlesnake Mountain

2011-10-31T07:00:00.000-07:00

One could say I don't like snakes. One could say I have a phobia. Others might say I fear them so much that I can't even utter their name and, instead, refer to them as "blanks" on the trail. So, last Monday, when Matt drove us out to Raymond, Maine, where we would hike to the top of Rattlesnake Mountain, my first question was: how did it get it's name?

I never found out. Probably because I was too mesmerized by the glory of fall that appeared to have fallen perfectly on that mountain just for us.

The hike was beautiful because we didn't have to wait for the summit to see the views. Oddly enough, the summit was more of a forest, a place to get lost and meander.

Long corridors of trees helped us find our way.

Golden leaves floating like ornaments.

Under our feet, the crunch of foliage.

Matt told me that the trees were hit by a fungus this year. You wouldn't know looking at these beauties.

Crescent lake in the distance.

Matt, the hero of the forest.

Me, insanely happy with a hiking stick.

Ah, to be in Maine...and luckily, we didn't see any snakes.

Jamaica Plain

2011-10-27T07:00:00.000-07:00

Nothing is as comforting as arriving in a city at 6 a.m. (after a red-eye) and being picked up at the airport by a friend. My friends Jess and David are living in Boston right now and they were the first stop on my New England adventure. We've done this before. I get off the plane, Jess picks me up, we chat in her kitchen for 3 hours and then I pass out. This time was no different.

I awoke from my nap around 3 to the beautiful light in their apartment. Since it was a Thursday and they were both at work/school, I went for a jaunt around the adorable Jamaica Plain neighborhood. I was eager to see some foliage.

There is was! Staring me right in the face. That's one thing I miss so much about living on the east coast. The changing of the seasons.

At Jess' suggestion, I walked around Jamaica Pond. If I had a pond near my house, I would probably walk around it everyday! The water was so clear and calm.

Lots of people were running and walking, out and about on this gorgeous New England day.

Oh, ya, runners. On the second morning of my visit, Jess and I wandered around the Arboretum. I didn't realize you could leave California and still find big trees!

They were golden...

...and leaves were falling all around (can anyone tell I'm having a major Led Zeppelin moment?).

Color burst!

Love burst!

On my last night, we went to the Jamaica Pond lantern festival. Imagine hundreds of people walking around the pond holding these lanterns. The night glowed! Kids were dressed up like it was Halloween. At one point, some people took their lanterns out onto the pond in a row boat. I got my full autumnal New England experience.

Thanks Jess and David for such a magical visit!

xoxoxoxoxoBut come back to California soon, ok?xoxoxoxoxo

October on the East Coast

2011-10-25T08:00:00.000-07:00

Happy fall everyone! I know we're nearing the end of October, but I just experienced a burst of autumn on the east coast while visiting friends in Boston and Maine. With the foliage peaking and the Halloween decorations freaking (sorry, I had to!), I couldn't help but be in the spirit too. No one does Halloween better than New England. I scheduled my trip so that I'd be there at the perfect time for leaf-peeping (more to come on that), but I didn't even take into consideration the plethora of pumpkins, squashes and gourds I might see. Here's a sneak peak!

Autumn was everywhere in the Beacon Hill neighborhood of Boston.

Locals schools get in the spirit.

Pumpkins on every stoop.

Often next to pots of flowers.

Gorgeous fall wreaths on gorgeous New England doors.

Cute window arrangements.

Chocolate stores go wild during the holidays.

Baskets of baby pumpkins.

Peppers make their way into many displays.

The South End neighborhood was big on decorations, too!

Up in Maine it was just as cozy. Halloween cookies at Big Sky Bakery on Portland.

On Saturday, we made a pumpkin pie!

On Sunday we made an Apple Pie! We reveled in the season and then we made it our own! Stay tuned for more pictures and stories from my dreamy trip.

"Standing on a Hill in my Mountain of Dreams"*

2011-10-22T08:00:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday's sunset on ocean beach. If I could watch the sunset every night I would.

I'd watch it every night but then wouldn't it become less special? It would become everyday. It would become routine.

I'll keep it as is, then. Spontaneous, deliberate, full of meaning. As if each sun I see, is the first to set. As if the sun I'll see, was never born. Until now.**

*Line from Led Zeppelin's Going to California.

**Inspired by the line:

"Ride a white mare in the footsteps of dawn/tryin' to find a woman who's never, never, never been born" (Page/Plant).

Taking Care with Pumpkin Ice Cream

2011-10-19T20:00:00.000-07:00

I took a little bit of a spill this weekend. Those close to me are probably tired of hearing about it, but rest assured (family and friends) (and I have been resting) I doth not dwell anymore. How could I? What do they say in the mafia? "Take care of it." Well, that's exactly what I did with my aches, pains and woes. For those of you that don't know, here's the (long) story (short):

While trying to catch my Bart train, I got caught in an OccupySF rally. I know, I know. I should have been occupying with the protesters, but I was eager to get home after a busy day and I wasn't even planning to participate in the protest. I was just swept away by the full momentum of the crowd. Before I could even fathom whether I too wanted to occupy or not, I was occupying the ground. I slipped and fell. It's that simple. I was scared, then it hurt, then there was blood (ew!), and then I was annoyed. Let's not dwell though. This happened:

and then this happened:

Tetanus shot sad face :(

But then this happened! After I went to the doctor, I took myself out for a treat because no one should grow up when it comes to ice cream. I'd recently heard via twitter that Bi-Rite Creamery finally had pumpkin ice cream. One of my favorite things to do at the turning of any season is to go for the ice cream of the season: strawberry and peach in the summer, pumpkin in the fall, chocolate in the spring, summer, fall and winter. Some flavors are just timeless.

It was also a really hot San Francisco October day, so it only made sense that I pop into Bi-Rite and take care of things. I did what was right.

See how fast a sad face can turn into a happy face!!! Pumpkin ice cream makes everything better.

Le Dîner à San Francisco

2011-10-17T07:00:00.000-07:00

I experienced something kind of amazing Friday night. It all started a few weeks ago. I read about a secret, pop-up, flash dinner in San Francisco, inspired by an event which originated in Paris. It was called Le Dîner. I knew very little except that there would a picnic style dinner, dancing and entertainment. Guests were asked to bring their own meal and table setting. The secret component was that we would only learn the location just a few hours before the event! Oh, yes, and we were asked to wear all white (head to toe). So much mystery and mayhem.

With sweaty palms and an impatient mind, at 4 p.m. on Friday I got a special email, disclosing the secret location: Le Dîner would take place at the Music Concourse in Golden Gate Park, between the beautiful deYoung and California Academy of the Arts Museums. Evocative of the Jardin des Tuileries, the spot could not be more perfect.

So there we were: me, David, Jen and Emmanuel in our all white attire. Set-up and oh-my-goodness-this-is-so-cool time was from 5:30 - 7:00. At 7:30, we all waved our white napkin, a signal for the commencement of dinner. I must admit, watching as 1,000 white napkins danced in the air was quite magical.

Emmanuel waving his napkin!

The night was full of romance...

...and the wonder of Paris.

People went ALL OUT with their attire.

We waited in line for our photo to be taken against the white backdrop.

Glowing lanterns flew into the air every so often.

This way and that, someone was putting on a show.

The seating arrangements were divided into the 20 Arrondissements of Paris. We were in Bastille, which I guess is a combo of 3 arrondissements?! Francophiles, feel free to chime in here.

We were cozy in our section, until we found where the real party was at:

Le Dîner was a dinner...

...turned dance party...

...turned rave.

It was only a matter of time before people got into the fountain...and it was only a matter of time before the park ranger told them to get out.

Whichever way you looked, the night was pretty fab. Mes amis et moi sure thought so!

Looks like these

2011-10-14T14:00:00.000-07:00

Photo from here.

Oh, Tilda. Another good look for the polymorphous beauty! Wishing everyone a transformative weekend!

xo

If You're Going

2011-10-12T07:00:00.000-07:00

A view that says possibility. I suppose though that's what every summit says. Today, we look North. This is the view from the top of Buena Vista Park on a beautiful day. The Golden Gate Bridge takes you any place you want. The question isn't even if. It's where? So many options!

1. The Lagoon trail in the Marin Headlands:

Photo from here.

2. Salt Point State Park:

Photo from here.

3. Orr Hot Springs in Ukiah:

Photo from here.

It's just a bridge between us.

I Have the Coolest Friends

2011-10-10T08:00:00.000-07:00

A while ago, I heard that my friend Katy was in National Geographic magazine. Somehow I never got my hands on a copy and I didn't have any luck in my Google search. Then, a few days ago, I got something in the mail from my friend Karen. She sent me an article with this note attached:

Yes!!! I thought, this must be the article with the photo of Katy! I immediately flipped through the pages, searching for her beautiful face when, finally, there she was:

Okay, so if there ever was a person in my life who would show up in a National Geographic magazine article, it would be Katy. An avid hiker and outdoors-woman, Katy is incredibly open, friendly and talkative, which (I can imagine) is part of the reason we find her in this article. Not only am I thrilled to see the wonderful picture of Katy, but the actual article is amazing!

Star Trek: Yosemite to the Moon is written by James Vlahos, who hiked the John Muir Trail by moonlight. The John Muir Trail spans from Yosemite National Park all the way down to Sequoia National Park. Either way you do it, you begin at either Half Dome (in Yosemite) or Mount Whitney (in Sequoia). For 215 miles, not letting the night stop him, Vlahos braved the three national parks and four wilderness areas in the dark—with only the moon, the stars and a headlamp to guide him. Articles like this always make me wonder: can I do that?

He writes of Island Pass (a route in California's High Sierra): "The trail is well loved—too well loved, if you value unbroken solitude in the wilderness. But almost nobody sees Island Pass like this, when scenery that's merely pretty during the day becomes downright magical at night."

He goes on to describe his mission: "I've made moonlit hikes before, out-and-back walks of only a few miles. Those jaunts were so memorable that I was inspired this past summer to tackle the entire JMT that way. My plan was to sync my movements to the rise and set of the moon, which would typically encompass late afternoon, dusk, and several hours of moonlit night."

Can you even imagine? He writes of the sensation of being alone on the trail at night: "Nobody else in the world will see what I will tonight." He goes on: "The moon will be my companion on a long overnight hike, just as it once was for Muir."

A modern John Muir, it appears. This is where the trail begins (if you chose to go north to south), at the base of Yosemite's beloved Half Dome. I remember last November, while camping in Yosemite, I saw signs for the JMT. It was hard not to hop on that trail and go onward. But obviously it takes more planning than a simple urge.

But maybe the urge is what we should follow. That simple push that takes us where we really want to be. Once you've decided that, YES, this is where I want to go, then the planning and organizing shouldn't be too difficult. Right?

This article is fascinating. Vlahos goes to bed at 6 p.m. only to wake at midnight, getting back on the trail. As much as I would LOVE to do that, I can't help thinking: wouldn't it be scary!? To be alone, at night, in the wild, with bears!? Then, my mind shifts (thinking of Vlahos). Maybe everything's worth this sensation that he describes: "The takeaway fom my own after-hours quest is that wilderness is not a place you go but a feeling you seek—electric, aware, beyond yourself, alive.

Beyond myself, huh? Well, in that case, I guess I don't have to worry anymore about whether or not I'll make it to the JMT. I'll find myself there someday and I'll know it when I'm there. Not because of the map, or the arrangement of the stars, the moon or the sun. It'll be the feeling that I feel. That's when I'll know I made it there.

Speaking of making it there, my friends Karen and Dom hiked the trail this past summer!

Looks like they got to see that magic moonlight that Vlahos talks about:

Karen and Dom? National Geographic? You're SO next!

Obviously I wasn't there to hike with them, but from these photos I can tell that the feeling was in the air. Electric, aware, beyond yourself, alive.

Magazine photos taken by Dmitri Alexander. Last 3 JMT photos taken by Karen and Dom.

Paris, Always

2011-10-07T07:00:00.000-07:00

My parents just got back from Paris and I can't get enough of their stories. It's always been like that though. They're great storytellers.

In her early twenties, my Mom traveled around Europe as many young people do. When I was very little, I loved hearing these stories: about the Europe on $5 a day book, about her travels in Switzerland, and about a surprise visit by my Dad. At 21, she stayed at the Hotel Henry IV in Paris for 3 weeks, where the rooms cost $2.50 a day!!! (breakfast of a baguette, jam and coffee included, of course).

Anyway, they re-visited the hotel and sent the photo to me. I love that the place still stands, full of memories. But that's what Paris is all about, a timeless history. Here's my Mom in Paris (on their current trip):

I can't get over this photo! It's how I like to picture her there, in Paris, all those years ago. Smiling, happy, and beautiful. I haven't changed either. I still love hearing their stories.

Early Girls at Heirloom

2011-10-04T22:00:00.000-07:00

A few Saturdays ago, I had the lovely pleasure of attending a tomato canning class at Heirloom Cafe. Anne suggested we go while Heather and Alex where in town and I couldn't have thought of a better first activity upon their arrival. They hadn't even been in the city a whole hour before we were getting a demonstration on how one cans a whole bunch of tomatoes.

Why can? Why not, is my answer. Canned tomatoes are so useful. Just think of all the recipes that call for canned tomatoes: soups, chili, sauces. Once you've canned on your own, you'll never want to go store bought. Why? Why not. A simple recipe is all you need:

Heirloom is totally one of my favorite restaurants in San Francisco. First of all, the decor is super cozy.

Their food is cozy too! Their menu has that same warm and homey vibe that the menu at Outerlands has. They have a pretty stellar wine selection too:

I think even some of us got sneak peak at the cellar. After getting a demonstration, it wasn't long before we were all getting our hands dirty.

I found it kind of exhilarating to be in Heirloom's kitchen. The demonstration was super hands on, which was good, because it's the best way to learn how to do something.

Once the tomatoes have been blanched, shocked, peeled, cored and seeded, they are ready to go into the jars:

Tomato juice in the jars, too:

Anne having fun with her tomato canning:

A beautiful array of tomatoes ready to be preserved:

Keeping the brim clean is a must:

Top them off with lids:

All of these gorgeous jars of early girls, ready to be used at any time. After the demonstration, we didn't stop there. Attendees enjoyed a glorious lunch of pasta and wine.

Back in the kitchen...

Early girl tomato sauce simmers...

Lunch is ready! Maybe I'm exaggerating, but the pasta was one of the best I'd ever had. It could have been my mood. Or it could have just been really awesome pasta, made with end of summer love. An early girl never fails.

Midnight in Paris, Again

2011-10-02T06:00:00.000-07:00

Watched Midnight in Paris again last night. I love it soooooooo much.

Long walks along the Seine...

The guy who plays Hemingway...

The genuine sweetness of Owen Wilson...

In some of my favorite Woody Allen comedies (Love and Death, Sleeper, Bananas), Woody gets thrown into another time, another world—which is the source of the overarching humor throughout these movies. What I love about this film is that, although Owen Wilson literally walks into the twenties, it really feels like the twenties come to him. The era opens its doors to him because, as the struggling artist, he needs the inspiration. I love that.

Photos from here.

Of Joy

2011-09-30T21:00:00.000-07:00

As always, the beautiful Golden Gate Park holds my favorite event of the year: the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival. I made sure to catch tonight's closing act, Robert Plant and the Band of Joy. While dreads dangled and bodies bounced, I slowly made my way to the stage.

A few years ago, I saw Robert Plant sing with Alison Krauss at the festival. This year, he sang with Patti Griffin. As the sun sets behind me, I think, I am so lucky.

Highlight songs include: "Thank You," "Misty Mountain Hop," "Ramble On" and, my personal favorite, "In the Mood."

Beach balls and bubbles dance in the air. Robert Plant and Patti Griffin, both with gorgeous flowing hair. This night is inspiration at it's highest point.

The immense crowd - I can't believe I got as far as I did!

This woman: my savior. Let's just say, I don't know her name or where she's from, but we rocked out to the music in pure and wholesome ways. Hardly. Strictly. She knew the words of every song.

L.A. Treats

2011-09-28T07:00:00.000-07:00

Monday was my birthday and to celebrate, Heather and Alex came up from L.A. to spend the whole weekend with me. Whenever they visit me, I get my L.A. fix. They bring the sunshine, great ideas and lots of inspiration. As usual, they also brought a few goodies with them. When we woke up Monday morning while drinking coffee, they showered me with the sweetest birthday gifts.

Bea shoes!

Clare Vivier la Pochette!

Bicycle light, patch kit and water bottle (special gift from Alex)!

and finally (most genius gift idea ever, by the way?) a subscription to French Vogue! Just think, every month, I'll have this waiting for me at my doorstep:

Best birthday ever!!! Thank you, Heather and Alex (and everyone else who celebrated with me, near and far)!

Apples Say Autumn

2011-09-26T15:00:00.000-07:00

I like to mark every new season with an activity. Winter starts with a cup of hot cocoa, to celebrate the coziness of the holidays. I step into Spring with a deep breath of fresh air, to embrace a phase of nourishment and health. Summer kicks off with a trip to the farmer's market, to taste the season and bask in the rays of sunshine. For me, fall begins with apple picking. I like to spend my last weekend of September with a journey up to Sebastopol, to delight in the offerings of Gabriel Farm. They open their orchard to the public for a day of fall fun.

This weekend Heather and Alex were in town. Obviously, they were the perfect duo to accompany me on my annual autumnal kick-off. It had been raining all morning, but it cleared up for our u-pick. The sky was overcast and gray, with a hint of blue peaking out. It really felt like the first day of this wonderfully plentiful season.

Heather's red sweater perfectly blended in with the gloriously red apples. The red ones, however, weren't ready to pick. So we stuck with the Fuji's:

which perfectly matched my nails!

and Golden Delicious.

Can you see how crunchy and sweet they are?

How delicious and refreshing they taste?

Heather picks...

Alex picks...

and I pick!

Two full baskets of apples...

...makes 30 pounds at your feet!

Fall has SO begun.

ThisClose

2011-09-23T08:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes you just have to cuddle up and get real cozy with the ones you love. I'm hoping my weekend looks like this: friends & family, arm-in-arm, with nowhere to be and everywhere to go. Photo from here.

Tell me this: is there anyone who you just LOVE to snuggle with? It might be a personal question but your answer doesn't have to be romantic. For example, I LOVE to snuggle with my sis, Heather. It's almost a guarantee that when we see one another we will hug incessantly. It's the coziest way to be. So, readers, what about you?

Last Minute Summer

2011-09-21T08:00:00.000-07:00

Holding on to these last few days of summer.

Smelling every flower in bloom I can get my nose on. On my walks, I always sink my face into the jasmine that drapes over my neighbor's fence. Flower kiss.

Nothing says summer like sunshine and bikes in Dolores Park.

Hearing music outdoors. I'll listen to anyone who plays Little Feat's Willin' like this guy did.

Heirlooms at the farmer's market. I'll be sad to see these go...

But look what's coming our way! Hello apples. Apple picking. Apple pies. Apple crisp. Apple crumble. Apples galore. So much to look forward to. Maybe I'll make this:

Gourmet's Lattice Apple Pie with Mexican Brown Sugar. It's true. I'll miss this gorgeous season, but we mustn't forget: a goodbye to summer means a hello to fall. That works for me!

Sister Portrait by Jeana

2011-09-19T23:59:00.000-07:00

A beautiful sister portrait taken by Jeana Sohn of Heather and me. It reminds me of the ones from when we were little. It's like nothing's changed. Jeana must have many muses, but during our shoot, I felt like she was a muse for me. So inspiring and talented. Thank you, Jeana!

The Fam

2011-09-18T17:43:00.000-07:00

My favorite kind: modern!

***and mid-show addition***

Yay, Coach Taylor!

On the (Foggy) Road

2011-09-14T07:00:00.000-07:00

If you're heading out of town, why not do it in style? Sarah thought it would spice things up a bit to rent a red convertible for our journey to Bolinas. It was only a matter of time before "thought" became "reality" and soon enough, I was greeted by this as I walked out my door:

Ready in rojo for RCA beach!

There's so much more to see when the car has no hood. This is how the Golden Gate Bridge is meant to be seen!

The headlands in motion and the green gulch engulfed by...

...that's strange...this doesn't look like beach weather. Is that a rain drop?

Long stretches of highway 1, north of San Francisco, are often chilly and overcast in the morning. The best you can do is love it for its coziness and embrace the gray.

However, when the blue sky pops out, you remember where you are. Like Marianne Dashwood says in Ang Lee's 1995 film adaption of Sense and Sensibility: "There's some blue sky! Let us chase it." She then falls and sprains her ankle. We had none of that.

Much more sensible. The redwood trees always amaze me. Give me a day when I'm not in awe.

Bolinas bound! When we got lost, we came upon this street sign. Wouldn't it be lovely if all street signs looked like this. In LA, if Hollywood Blvd. had an emblem of holly and of wood.

Speeding (well not over the limit) past the trees. We thought we missed our turn, but really we were on the right track.

A mistaken turn into a driveway. Someone's yard was full of these flowers. I could sit in this field happily with a book and some tea.

Finally, we made it to the dirt parking lot! We brought some goodies, including this sourdough baguette. Maybe it was the fog, or the long drive behind us but something made me really want to play it like a flute. I whistled a happy tune, making music in the mist.

Sarah approaches the gate. Through the cow pasture, sharp right here, sharp left there, past the wave shaped rock formation, down the trail, along the cracks and we're almost there! We were ready to take the path, for the next leg of our journey.

More to come!

Found on the Beach

2011-09-12T07:00:00.000-07:00

The beach is a great place to find things. I'm sure Columbus wouldn't have been too impressed with sea shells or seaweed squirts, but I never go to the beach without looking under my feet! Once the horizon gives you too much of an existential crisis, that's where you come back to earth.

The ocean, with its waves' ebb and flow, is a calm and relaxing force - a grand invitation to either join in or watch from the sidelines. Swim or lounge. Wade or walk. If you're not planning to splash around in the water's clutches, hunting through the sand, tide pools, rocks, and driftwood can be a rather meditative act.

There was beauty this weekend at the beach in Bolinas. I was there taking part in a rather exciting stop-motion-film project (more on that later). Part of my roll as invitee/player was to collect objects from the beach for later use. We had so much fun wandering in search of found treasure. I likened my focus to that of a preschooler, engaged deeply in a single act. The world entirely open to curious eyes.

Rocks among rocks...

Seaweed's purple lace...

A necklace...

A feather from far away...

A stone's tail of kelp...

A friendly face...

Mistletoe, leaves, a sleeve...

An unexpected harmony in dissonance...

Ever since my years living in Maine, with its dramatic coast and endless shoreline, I've always taken at least one rock or shell home with me when I go to the beach. My collection isn't massive, but it's ever growing.

Tell me, what do you collect?

Peace

2011-09-11T06:00:00.000-07:00

Loka Samasta Sukino Bhavantu
Om
Shanti Shanti Shanti*

*May all beings be happy and free.

Established

2011-09-08T22:00:00.000-07:00

Everyone's got their favorite spot. Favorite coffee shop, favorite ice cream shop, favorite pizza place. I know I do! Last weekend, however, I was on a mission to try three new places I'd never been before. I was still on a high from my recent (and very first) trip to Flour + Water, an Italian restaurant in the Mission that specializes in homemade pasta. We had an entree of rigatoni with rabbit polpettine, summer peppers & garlic flowers that would make my Italian ancestors cry. With such success with the new, I couldn't get enough.

Rewind to last Sunday, the "Saturday" of Labor Day Weekend. I began my day of trying new things in SoMa (the South of Market neighborhood in San Francisco). I've been wanting to try Sight Glass, ever since the beautiful Joanna sent me a review of it a few months ago. It's a relatively new coffee shop that boasts a vintage coffee roaster and refers to its product as seasonal fruit. I also once passed their location while it were under construction and I could tell it was going to be a gorgeous space. I was not let down:

I ordered their specialty coffee, a blend that celebrates the flavors of milk chocolate, sweet citrus and stone fruits. While reading the Sunday paper and sipping on my cozily hot drink, I watched as the hipsters passed, walking their dogs, holding hands and flipping their skateboards.

Later in the day, I met up with a friend in the Dogpatch. She suggested we pop into Mrs. and Mrs. Miscellaneous (is that a great name or what???) for some refreshing ice cream. This place was full of sweets. You weren't waiting in line for half a second before peanut brittle and chocolate chip cookies were in your line of vision.

But we were there for the ice cream! Business must be booming because they ran out of multiple flavors just while we were waiting in line. It was as if it was someone's job exclusively to keep the chalk board up to date. The flavors they offered were a good combination of the old and the new.

Since I'm a rather traditional girl when it comes to ice cream, I went with a classic: chocolate and vanilla.

YUM! After ice cream, we walked our dairy off and stumbled upon a delightful park. We laid on the grass under the hot, laborious sun. As dogs galloped around us, we read Miranda July stories aloud to each other from the collection, No One Belongs Here More Than You.

Once we came down from our sugar high, it was time for dinner (naturally). There's another place in the Dogpatch I'd been wanting to try: Piccino, a pizza spot in a beautiful yellow building on the corner of 3rd and Minnesota. They specialize in pizzas, pastas and salads -- all made from fresh ingredients straight from local farms. It was so exciting to try my 3rd new place in one day!

Primi: Summer beans, treviso, ricotta salata and roasted cherry tomato vinaigrette.

Pizza: the salsiccia (house made sausage, mozzarella and red onions).

Days like this feel like a vacation in my own city. San Francisco is SO on board for a good time. I love it. Good food, good company, good times.

Beautify

2011-09-06T07:00:00.000-07:00

During one of our recent mother/daughter chats, my Mom astutely observed: "it sounds like you're trying to beautify your life." This was in response to me telling her about some of my recent indulges: a new haircut, a trip to the spa, a closet clean-out. In fact, I think she made that comment right after I told her about a new realization I had: it's time I separated my socks from my underwear. I'm at that age when I think they each need their own drawer. You get the picture...

I also told her about picking up some fashion magazines, buying some new black flats for fall, and keeping my apartment clean and smelling good. She's right! I am trying to beautify my life. It all started with my new camera (!!!) which I got immediately after work on Friday. I managed to venture out quite a bit this weekend, giving my camera a few new places/events to capture but really, I spent many graceful hours in my apartment, nesting and beautifying.

I got camera happy once or twice:

Indulgence #2 (after the camera): black flats for fall from London Sole. I had no idea there was a London Sole store in San Francisco. I remember when it first opened on Montana Ave. in Santa Monica. These shoes were once all the rage, but then I somehow forgot about them. My friend and I had plans Friday night and she suggested we stop in to look at shoes for work. It's located on this charming street downtown called Maiden Lane. What's even more amazing is that it turned out that the women who helped me with my shoes grew up two houses down from me in Malibu! Small world: London Sole in San Francisco unites Malibu natives. Love it. I ended up buying the Harriet shoe in black, which we nicknamed "the spy."

We all know I had a sensational time in Santa Fe, but what I might not have mentioned was our trip to 10,000 Waves, a Japanese spa in the mountains. My first visit there was 6 (!!!) years ago and I've been dreaming of their scents ever since. Since the lotion and cleanser were far more than the 3 oz. restriction to bring in my carry-on, I had to order and have it shipped to me. Last week the duo finally arrived. The Yuzu scent is my favorite. Anyone who wants to lather their body in something that smells like a vacation, I suggest you indulge in the Yuzu!

My sister always buys me the best presents. On her and Alex's honeymoon to Tulum, she picked up this gorgeous fabric for me. I think it's a coaster, but you couldn't pay me to put a glass of anything on it. I simply have it sitting on a table so that I can look at it all the time. It's a souvenir that is both beautiful and meaningful. Maybe one day I'll get to visit Mexico with my sis.

Zara is a bit of a new obsession, although visiting on the weekend is kind of horrible. Luckily, I recently stopped in and didn't have to wait in any lines. Success! I came across this sweater which, although doesn't really fit into my color scheme (I'm more of a purples, pinks, and greens gal), it totally screamed out to me: Try me on! Take me home! (but pay first, obviously). It's what I did and I think I've worn it 5 times in one week. Thankfully it's machine washable. Yes, Zara!

Diptyque Baies candle. Need I say more? Beautify, beautify, beautify...I'm on a roll.

One of my Labor Day goals was to purchase a vintage leather purse that I can wear over-the-shoulder. I knew the truth: that the best place for me to find this would be on Haight Street. Not my favorite place to go (lots of tourists, lots of intensity), but I needed to bite the bullet. I tried a few weeks ago, but couldn't find parking and gave up. I was SO determined yesterday. After circling for a good ten minutes, I finally found a spot. I marched right into Wasteland and found these two gems hanging on the wall. I couldn't chose between them (they're similar but with delicate distinction) and since the price was right, I bought both!!! It's so satisfying to go somewhere with a mission and come home having carried it out. Another score!

Finally, I did it. I bought the September Issue. I was resisting for a while (even considered splitting it with a friend) but finally broke down and purchased. Who can resist that cover, Oh My! I also grabbed the Vanity Fair (Angelina article inside was hard to turn down) and the Elle (Gwyneth is SMOKIN' on the cover). Since it's nearing fall, I was inspired to buy some fashion magazines. Normally, I'm more of a New Yorker kinda gal, but who doesn't love pouring over hundreds and hundreds of pages of beautifully styled and curated fashion spreads.

Well that about does it for me. I probably won't be buying anything for a while! I just can't get out of that back-to-school mentality. Although I'm a working woman, I still crave that first day of school feel. Wearing something new, open to what's next and feeling ready to take anything on.

Ooop, it's nearing 8 a.m.! Better get to class ;) But first, beautify...

Open

2011-09-02T06:00:00.000-07:00

Photo of Jankovic from here.

I'm not much of a tennis player. I know no rules, have no partner and certainly don't have the proper attire. However, when I was younger I took lessons and a small percentage of what I learned at the Malibu Community Center summer tennis school has stayed with me.

Lately, I've been really wanting to head back over to my local rec center and hit the ball back and forth (something I used to do quite often). There's a perfect "handball" court that's been screaming my name. It's just hard to make the time, etc. I really wanted to make it happen before the holiday weekend, though, so last night I followed through. In fact, I was so delighted by the chain of events that occurred from the moment I left work. Let me walk you through them:

***left work, thinking I'd go home, change into "tennis" outfit and walk over to rec center. As I'm about to park, the Proclaimers' (I'm Gonna Be) 500 Miles comes onto KFOG and I couldn't seem to stop the car, the song just carried me along the road. I thought: I need to sing this song until it's over.

***It conveniently carried me all the way my dry cleaners, where I picked up my recent drop-off (checking things off the to-do list without intending to is really one of life's little pleasures). I already had my "tennis" outfit in the car and, given that the dry cleaners is around the corner from the rec center, I thought maybe I could change there and then. I called upon the kindness of strangers (but is the woman who works at the dry cleaners really a stranger at this point? Sadly, no) and asked her if I might be able to change my outfit in their little back room. Success! She even expressed concern that I might be cold when I appeared in my "skimpy tennis" outfit. I assured her that I had a hoodie in the car.

***Great! Dressed in my "skimpy tennis" outfit, I had my racket and 3 yellow tennis balls. All set and ready to head over to the court! There are two sections to the handball court. One was taken over by a very informal ballroom dance class for junior high students. The other was taken over by a very small toddler with a skateboard. He was in that stage where it doesn't matter where he was, but rather what he was doing took precedence (a wise age). He slowly made his way out of MY way and I took over the court. His mom and I smiled at each other which assured me that I wasn't ruining his playtime, thus commencing my tennis playing guilt-free.

***With the sun behind the rec center building, I whacked the ball against the wall with the cool air surrounding me. It felt SO good to rally back and forth, back and forth. By the way, I'm not very good at this "sport." Like I said, there are no rules: no foul lines, no US Open serving method, no foot patterns (???), no clue. I just needed to hit that ball! You get it. You should try it some time.

***Things became magical for me when the ballroom dance teacher pressed play on the battery operated boom box. Enya's Carribean Blue became by tennis soundtrack. On replay, no less! It was amazing. I was suddenly in slow motion, as teenage dance partners danced to my left. Some of them wouldn't get off their cellphones, some wouldn't get close enough to touch, but their collective energy (united by Enya) was the perfect partnering to juxtapose my single tennis match.

***Just as the soccer practice behind me started wrapping up, I realized my time had come too. My "swing" was weakening, my "arm" was tired and I "might" have rolled my ankle a few times. My ball became stray, traveling over to the adorable girls who had just finished soccer practice and were waiting for their parents. As I was about to fetch it, I hear them in unison: "I want to get the special ball! I want to get the special ball from the special tennis lady!" They fought over it, but alas, only one could toss it back to me, "the special tennis lady." I said thank you, noticing how saying thank you to an 8 year-old is possibly the loveliest sound. I might have heard murmurs after that of the "she's not even that good" variety, which wasn't the loveliest sound. But at least they know their tennis, which is more than I can say.

***Afterward, I went home to watch Jeopardy's Teachers Tournament, where one of the contestants was one of 2 students to help integrate her high school in Colorado. It was maybe the first time I ever got choked up watching Jeopardy. Then I biked over to my favorite yoga class (go big or go home was last night's motto). My teacher asked if we had any requests and I took advantage of the radio silence and said "lower back!" (because mine's been tight lately). She gave me lots of special treatment during class: back massage during child's pose, neck and shoulder rub here and there, a spritz of rose water while in shavasana. It was very restorative and calming.

***I biked home in the dark, singing Gillian Welch songs. I love flying by the late diners at Delfina, the crazy people waiting in line at BiRite Creamery, and the open doors to clubs, where folk bands play on stage. After the big day, it was officially bedtime.

***Afterthoughts: this morning I woke up feeling better than I have all week. This week has been one of the more challenging ones and I was nervous about going into this long holiday weekend with a bad attitude. Thanks to last night (the dry cleaners, the Proclaimers, the ballroom dancers, the soccer players, the "tennis" star *me*, Enya, teacher Viki from Jeopardy, teacher Elizabeth from yoga, Gillian Welch for existing, full-force San Francisco residents out and about on a Thursday night, knowing how to truly live) I feel SO excited for what's to come! I feel OPEN.

Good Morning, September

2011-09-01T09:00:00.000-07:00

I woke up this morning to this amazing photo from my friend Jess. (She's an incredible photographer by the way). It looks like she took it right at sunrise in Boston. This was such a lovely way to start my day/month. Really, what would we do without our friends?

p.s. Note: I haven't had my own photos on my blog for a few posts now. Working on getting the new camera. Can't wait to share what will come!!

Hair Inspiration

2011-08-29T18:30:00.000-07:00

and inspiration all around.

Peaceful Dip

2011-08-28T08:00:00.000-07:00

Photo from my friend Sophie's trip to Big Sur

Burgers & Beer and Sun & Moon

2011-08-27T08:00:00.000-07:00

Ever since I've joined the Sun Valley Idaho train, my family's been telling me about Grumpy's. A bar for the locals, this dive brings together two beloved indulgences: burgers and beers. During the lunch hour of my last day at the Sun Valley Writer's Conference, I finally stopped in for a brew and a quarter-pounder. The meal was delicious and refreshing (perfect for a hot summer day) but I was also quite impressed with the decor. Covering the wall were old street signs, license plates, kitschy photos and, of course, beer.

The moon sets...

...and the sun shines in Sun Valley. With or without beer.

Phlox

2011-08-24T21:00:00.000-07:00

Sometimes a girl's just gotta buy herself some flowers (or a new camera). It appears that there's a foreign object in my lens (?) or a smudge on my sensor (?) or a UFO in the shape of an arrow lodged inside my four-year-old Canon (???).

Supposedly it'll cost a pretty penny $$$ to get it repaired (along with shipping it across the country to Virgina - how is there no one in the Bay Area who can fix this???) so I'm considering buying a new and improved camera. Any ideas or suggestions? I'd love some advice from my readers.

My advice to you: pick yourself up a bouquet. It made me deliciously happy today.

Style Me Georgia

2011-08-22T08:00:00.000-07:00

Photo from here

Without a doubt, the highlight of my trip to New Mexico was visiting the home and studio of Georgia O'Keeffe. Nestled above the highway in her beloved Abiquiu, Georgia's house is an adobe style haven that, one might imagine, was the ideal source for artistic inspiration.

Her personal style was infused throughout, from pine cone filled baskets to her plethora of trees pruned in the bonsai way. Even the lighting had a special touch: save for one lamp, Georgia was not a fan of the lamp shade. The simple, elegant bulb would do just fine.

Although the interiors evoked her stylish tendencies, it was what the eye could see through the windows that really conjured a sense of where Georgia found her inspiration. Whether it was the red clay mountains in the distance or the snake-like highway where she learned how to drive, Georgia had a backyard as limitless as the horizon.

Photo from here

She once said of Pedernal (the reigning plateau in the distance) that if she painted it enough God would give it to her. It was on this flat-topped mountain where Georgia would eventually have her ashes scattered after she died. Details like this convinced me that Georgia was not simply out to convey the landscape through painting, but that she was part of the landscape and thus eternally bound to its offerings through her deliberate and thoughtful interpretations of it.

Now, in preparation for the house and studio tour, I heard something that no blogger wants to hear: no cameras allowed. At first I was disappointed (we've all been there: no photos=no blog), but the moment I entered the property I knew that I wasn't meant to see this space through a lens. I also wasn't meant to revisit it as a slide-show on my computer, flagging the photos I liked best. The experience lives elementally, through my memory and the senses:

the smell of Piñon in the courtyard, Georgia's kitchen - in tact just the way she left it (canning supplies, herbs and yogurt maker included), the vignettes by the corner fireplace, the way I imagine the carpet in Georgia's studio felt under her feet. When she started to lose her sight, she put in a creme-colored carpet to replace the hardwood. This way she wouldn't step on her doggies. These deliberate details are the ones to carry with you - a camera can't always take the story.

Like I said, the visit to O'Keeffe territory was a total inspiration. The colors of the landscape, the architecture of her home, her general aesthetic appeal. During the remainder of the trip, I felt as if I was looking at the world through Georgia's eyes. What might I see that could play a role in my artistic endeavors? It started at the Flea Market and slowly unfolded from there. Here are some of the visions I kept with me:

The warm tones at Ghost Ranch (another place Georgia called home).

Soft pastels as a color scheme on one of the oldest structures in Santa Fe.

This fantastic Moroccan chair we saw (and coveted) at a shop downtown.

You'll find these everywhere in Santa Fe, spinning with the wind.

The festive decor at Pasquals, reminding me to throw a party someday soon. I bet Georgia threw some good ones.

We took sanctuary in a garden of Buddhas, aka: my dream garden.

Rugs at the Flea Market and a blue sky.

Mexican mirrors, so that I can always see myself in Santa Fe (yes, I took one home).

There's so much Turquoise in Santa Fe that your skin starts turning its color. Oh, wait, that's because you're wearing it. Yes, I took it home.

I wanted to buy a cowboy hat, but we all need to set some limits.

Finally, the classic Santa Fe style architecture. I love these houses so much. I forgot to mention that I wore a very peachy nail color on my trip. It was actually called "My Villa or Yours." In the case of these casas, I'll take "yours"...

There's no harm in channeling your inner Georgia...

Little Tesuque

2011-08-18T14:02:00.000-07:00

More of Santa Fe, because why not? Before my recent trip to New Mexico, I'd been to Santa Fe a few times. However, I'd never been hiking in the Santa Fe Mountains. Just a few hours after I landed in the city of Albuquerque, I was hiking the little Tesuque trail with friends that I consider family. It doesn't get better than that.

Our trail of choice links the longer Aspen and Windsor trails. Aspens are one of my favorite trees. This hike was full of them. It always feels like the Aspen is looking at me, probably because it's covered in formations that look like eyes. I return the glance and continue looking back.

Looking, looking, looking...

There was more than just Aspens to look at. I've probably never seen so many butterflies in my life than on this trail. They flapped their wings, darting from flower to flower. They definitely made their presence known and we accepted their flight gladly.

Santa Fe might have that desert vibe, but there is also a lushness to be seen. On hikes, I love observing the layers of trees and different shades of green. There's so much within the collage of the forest. A world to discover, if you're ever looking for one...

On hikes like these I always think, I'm happiest in nature. It's when I feel most connected to my surroundings. Never out of place, unwelcome or confused. Everything makes sense outdoors. Maybe it's because the hardest decision to make is whether to take this beautiful trail or that beautiful trail?

To frolic through the meadow alongside the creek or through the grass, upon the path?

Speaking of decisions, I probably wouldn't eat these. I know nothing about mushroom foraging, but these beauties evoked an interest. Although I wouldn't be removing these from off the log, I got fancy with the close-up mode of my camera. Got right in there.

I love the kind of trip that lets me bring my Chacos (a jaunt somewhere glamorous probably wouldn't be one of those trips. Chacos in the City of Lights? Not so much.). The great thing about Chacos is that, although they might not be the most stylish shoe, they provide for a comfortable hiking shoe while also letting your footsies breath. When hopping from rock to rock over a creek, there's less pressure not to miss your step. It's a refreshing splash in the water as opposed to a soggy shoe. They make wading through water much more fun. Alright, done with the promo...

This trip reminded me of the gorgeous Santa Fe sky. Although there was a bit of rain when I was there, a clear blue sky always peaks out from behind. But the clouds don't block the sun and sky. They make them that much brighter, giving shape to an otherwise vast ceiling.

From then on, it was dreaminess, relaxation and cozy vibes. Oh, and did I mention the turquoise? The lavender lemonade? The rose Quartz? More to come...

Oh, Santa Fe

2011-08-15T23:50:00.000-07:00

Just got back from a relaxing and inspirational weekend in Santa Fe. We spent our time eating delicious New Mexican food, hiking into the mountains, bargaining at the flea market, journeying through Georgia O'Keeffe land and hearing our voices come back to us at Echo Canyon. It was special enough for 10,000 blog posts. Here's a first glimpse into the magic:

Rachel and me at Ghost Ranch.

The road to Abiquiu.

The whole world at the Flea Market.

My highly anticipated Zuni purchase.

Sunset outside of Pasquals.

One of many beautiful days in Santa Fe.

Wild About Wild Flour

2011-08-12T05:00:00.000-07:00

Wild flour bakery and garden, that is. I'm kind of a sucker for bakeries. Who isn't? An establishment devoted exclusively to breads, sweets, tarts, scones, croissants, rolls, buns, muffins - should I go on? Maybe I shouldn't because, unless you're sitting IN a bakery right now reading this post while crumbs litter your keyboard, I'm not in the business of making you drool.

Or maybe I am? Let's change the topic. I also have a weakness for gardens (again, who doesn't?) and the garden at Wild Flour is possibly one of my favorite places in the world. Always full of plump veggies, basically falling on the vine, this garden is the perfect place to relax and inhale the good earth while enjoying a delicious item from the bakery.

Sometimes, while I'm lazing in the sunshine out in the garden, I can't figure out what's lulling me so deeply into a state of calm: is the smell of flowers? The sweetness of the sticky bun? The buzzing of bees? The light coming through the canopy of trees? It's everything.

After our horseback ride, Caitlyn's Bachelorette group headed over to Freestone (a short drive from Bodega Bay) to luxuriate in Wild Flour.

The bakery in action: is there such a thing as too much bread? No, especially when it's of the cinnamon variety. Or, possibly, when there are goat cheese and potatoes baked inside. We got one of each...and more.

After grabbing the best that the bakery has to offer, we went out back to the garden. Caitlyn (above) steals a piece of scone.

In the garden, you see flowers floating.

Squash blossoms growing.

Green here...

Sunflowers there...

Wind chimes everywhere.

Petals upon petals upon petals.

Sweet peas crawling.

This sweet pea, Caitlyn, smiling - as we all should be. Because in places like these, when one is wild, one is free.

Wild Hearts

2011-08-09T23:00:00.000-07:00

Photo from here.

I wish I could say that was me on the horse up there, but it's Giselle. The model. But I can see how some people might get us confused ;)

There's so much more to horseback riding than simply Yee-haw. For a novice rider like myself, you need to know logistics: what makes the horse go, stop, turn right, turn left. Be assertive, but gentle and kind to your horse. Then, of course, you slowly move into the territory where how you ride your horse is similar to how you live your life. (Note: for a refresher on this topic, view the recently released film documentary Buck).

The challenge is tending to that fine balance between give and take. Just as you don't want your life to live you, you can't let the horse control you. You've got to be strong-willed, deliberate and confident in your relationship - as with all relationships, there should be mutuality. Once you've established these ground rules however, you have to let go. You've got to give your horse some reign.

My friend Caitlyn is getting married in the fall and as part of her Bachelorette weekend, we went out to Chanslor Ranch in Bodega Bay for a trail ride. I hadn't been on horse since a lovely coastal ride I went on a few years ago in Big Sur. It's kind of like riding a bike: if it's been a while, your first inclination is fear. However, once you're on, it's like you never were off. And once the horse starts trotting along, bouncing you up and down, you've never felt more free.

That's me. Bottom right corner. I didn't get the gallop like Giselle, but I did get the hair flow.

Caitlyn all saddled up. The bride-to-be rode Tinkerbell, the snow white horse, of course. Her cowboy boots were her Mom's, from the seventies.

Something borrowed...

T.B. (short for Taco Bell) was the tallest horse. I obviously wouldn't be riding T.B.

Caitlyn snuggling up with Goofy (one of the smallest), who I rode. More my speed.

Even horses, with their regal boldness, can be dainty.

Saddles are so complex, intricate and, up-close, quite beautiful.

Speaking of up-close and beautiful, our guide David (who wore a feather in his hat) took this picture of a small cluster of orchids on the trail. Their pink popped amidst the greenery. He was very adamant about our taking notice of the orchids.

The Bachelorette group posing (post-ride, mid-inner thigh strain) with the horses. Not sure if it's obvious, but Goofy was snuggling into my neck pretty cozily. We were best buds.

All of this horseback riding reminded me of some of my favorite horse movie moments:

Elizabeth Taylor in National Velvet. A true love story.

Jake Gyllenhaal and Heath Ledger in Brokeback Mountain. Another true love story (possibly the best, and most heartbreaking, ever).

Gabrielle Anwar in Wild Hearts Can't Be Broken. I loved this movie when I was younger! Just thinking about it now makes me want to get back on that horse. It's a special thing, riding a horse. Feeling free, wild and connected - all at the same time.

Does anyone have any magical horse stories to share?

Sweets

2011-08-07T22:00:00.000-07:00

Shouldn't all Sunday nights end this way?

"It's Gratitude, Y'all"

2011-08-04T20:00:00.000-07:00

My yoga teacher said this in class tonight and I thought it was amazing. Amazing was a word that came up a lot, too. His class isn't one that I go to regularly - maybe once every two months, but when I do, I'm always happy that I did.

Often in yoga we're given permission to be grateful. I say permission because, outside of a spiritual place, we tend to move so fast that we lack the time, space and energy to think about such things. In yoga, our teachers will ask us to consider our gratitude during particularly challenging poses. It's usually the thought of this that gives me that extra push. What am I grateful for? To be alive, here today, in this pose -- that crosses my mind.

More specifically, I'm grateful for what I did when I came home from work. Not entirely sure what my night would become, I was almost paralyzed by options: a walk in the neighborhood, a trip to the market, an outing with friends. In times like these, I often get worked up and overwhelmed by decision making -- but today I decided to sit down in my chair and just be still. From this stillness, I had the most intense, bodily desire to go upside-down. So I did.

Typically, my headstand practice involves using the wall as a prop because I'm too afraid to do it in the middle of the room. During inversions, I'm afraid that I will topple over onto my back and hurt myself. So it goes, I went over to the wall and lifted up into headstand.

After hanging out with my heart above my head for a bit, I came down and settled into child's pose. Then, I realized that being in the privacy of my own home would probably be the best and safest place for me to try a freestanding headstand. Before I could talk myself out of it, I was up! No wall, no safety net - just legs floating in the air. I honestly couldn't believe it! How did I get up there?

When I came down and settled back into child's pose, I actually said out loud to myself: "I did it!" It was at that moment that I figured out what I would do with my night. Off to yoga! (I felt so blissed out from my freestanding headstand that it only made sense to extend this feeling into an hour and half long yoga class).

When my teacher asked what we were grateful for, I thought of my headstand: I'm grateful for the headstand that brought me to class tonight. A few hours of reflection later and no longer puzzled by how I floated up so easily and weightlessly, I realize now it was because I was ready. That's what that was. I conquered my fear with fearlessness.

Of course, I'm not a pro and I'm certainly still afraid of headstand in the middle of the room and will surely be using the wall next time I go up. However, it's nice to know that fear isn't the end point. Fear is a question. There are many answers. It's your choice which one you pick. It's what they call yogi's choice. It's as simple as that and, really, it's gratitude, y'all.

Fresh Peach Cake

2011-08-01T19:00:00.000-07:00

Whatever has kept me busy this summer, it sure hasn't been baking. I suppose it's not the ideal summer activity: working up a sticky sweat in a hot kitchen, feeling as though you yourself are baking, along with whatever is in the oven, which, once consumed, will most likely not motivate you to put on a bikini. You know what I have to say to that? Excuses, excuses - get back in that kitchen, girl!

There's plenty of time in the summer to frolic on the beach, swim in the waves and tan on the sand (all while scantily clad). During those down moments when you'd prefer to relax at home (and, let me tell you, San Francisco summers have their share of gray days), baking doesn't sound half bad. I woke up Saturday morning and figured I'd do just that. I needed to go to the farmer's market first, for inspiration.

The selection of summer squash looked refreshing, so I picked up one of each - but I was thinking lunches and dinners for those. I needed something sweet for my baking desires.

Stone fruit - now you're talking! Peaches, nectarines, pluots, and plums - probably my all-time favorite fruit of the entire year. They're only around for a short while longer, so I felt a sudden sense of urgency to get these babies into the kitchen.

I picked out one of each type of fruit, hoping that I had enough stoniness to bake at least something from one of my cookbooks. While flipping through the Barefoot Contessa's How Easy Is That?, it wasn't long before I found a recipe for Fresh Peach Cake. Sorry, let me say that again. Fresh. Peach. Cake. What stopped me from moving forward? Nothing.

I liked Ina Garten's description of the cake, as "delicious served with a scoop of ice cream, but...also good as coffee cake for a special breakfast." I love a dessert that can multi-task! Another enticing Ina plug was that, while baking, it makes the house smell like cinnamon and sugar. Who needs a Tuberose candle when there's a Fresh Peach Cake in the oven?

Down to Basics, or shall I say, Back to Basics: The recipe calls for 3 extra-large peaches, so I did have to stop by the store to pick those up (given I did not buy nearly enough peaches at the farmer's market). Once I had all of my ingredients, I was good to go. Everything was running smoothly, until...

To my utter dismay, as I began slicing my peaches in preparation to lay them on top of the batter, I discovered that two of them were rotten! So deeply rotten! They looked so beautiful and perfect on the outside, but then I remembered that saying: beauty is only skin deep. It applies to fruit, you know. With a perplexed heart, I glanced over at my one triumphant peach, feeling as though I'd never loved a SINGLE un-rotten pit so much:

I could have cried, quit, maybe slammed some pots and pans around - but, NO, I prevailed! I will make this cake if it's the LAST thing I do (well, besides eat it). Luckily, I had my extra goodies from the farmer's market (a nectarine and a pluot) which conveniently sneaked their way into my cake (shh, don't tell Ina).

Once the rotten pit incident was behind me, I was able to assemble the peaches (er, a various assortment of stone fruit) and sprinkle the bottom layer with the cinnamon and sugar mixture. Then, I assembled the top layer and topped the beautiful creation off with chopped pecans. I must say, it looked very rustic and quite charming.

So, for those of you out there who might want to tackle this cake recipe, let me tell you this: the cook time says 45-55 minutes. This cake took 1 hour and 20 minutes to bake. I KNOW! and I'm fully open to the idea that I did something wrong, however I was quite methodical and precise in the kitchen, so I can't imagine what that error was - but, yes, I'm sure it was me, NOT YOU. But, yes, bakers, keep the time in mind.

Oddly enough, the using-multiple-kinds-of-fruit-because-some-things-turned-out-rotten mishap was actually a happy accident. Look how the different varieties of stone fruit gave the cake this pretty color scheme - almost like a rainbow!

Voila! After what was just about the length of a Woody Allen movie, my cake was perfectly set and ready to cool. Topped off with a scoop of vanilla ice cream, this dessert is the perfect summer treat. And I barely broke a sweat! (j/k)

Morning Moon

2011-07-29T07:00:00.000-07:00

To all you writers and dreamers out there,

Do you ever forget your dreams until you put your brain to work? I was going about my morning routine as usual (coffee, radio, etc) and then, as I sat down to write, my dream came to me suddenly - the first time it was with me since I was sleeping.

In my dream: I saw the sun, the moon and the earth in the sky - all at the same time! Light from each sphere reflected, almost eclipsed, the other - but really, they were each their own entity. Right now (while I'm awake), it's so perplexing, but at the time (in the dream-life), it made so much sense.

Weavers, catchers, interpreters out there,

What could it mean?

Be Summer

2011-07-25T18:00:00.000-07:00

Lately I've been drawn to the particularly fresh and carefree. Ideas, looks, and energies that evoke openness, freedom and possibility. I think, I want to be that - I literally want to feel what I see. So, why not?

I've been doing okay in that I'm finding it easier and easier to capture these moments, ingraining them into my heart - as sure as the beat.

It doesn't hurt that my weekend was full of beautiful people, places, and food. I watched as everyone around me created and transformed our living into still-life inspiration - a postcard to forever keep.

Be still.

Be all shades of rose. Be able to arrange.

Be in the earth. Be finding dirt under your nails. Be remembering where you were when you got dirt under your nails.

Be stepping into space. Be stepping on the ground. Be stepping into the space that you create. Be stepping into the ground that is limitless.

Be playful. Be relaxed. Be whimsical. Be lounging. Be summer. Be all of the above.

Having been there you might allow yourself to stay. Stay among the way you felt good. You think you might be needed elsewhere. But you're not.

Stay for the nourishment and the warmth. Stay for the plenty. You are meant to be here.

Staying being. Stay free.

Say to yourself: stay being with me.

Under the Napa Sun

2011-07-22T07:00:00.000-07:00

Who could ever forget that classic Sex and the City moment between Carrie and Big: surrounded by boxes in his apartment, they've ordered a pizza and he's about to serenade her with "Moonriver," when we tells her that he's moving to Napa because he's tired of New York. She exclaims: "If you're tired you take a Napa, you don't move to Napa!" On my trip to wine country last weekend, I couldn't get that line out of my head.

Although I had trouble leaving my post by the hotel pool, it didn't make much sense to visit Napa without at least one or two wine tastings. For our one day-adventure, we went to Castello di Amorosa, a 13th century castle-turned-winery, complete with a drawbridge, caves and a torture chamber! It looked like something out of Tuscany:

When I wasn't quoting Sex and the City in my head, I was humming the melody to "Sheep May Safely Graze." Clearly, the wine at the Castello has special powers - to move one back and forth between an 18th century cantata composed by Bach to a hit HBO series centered on the lives of four women in New York. Who knew?

We strolled the grounds, peaking our heads around eerie corners and into rooms with names like "The Great Hall." Finally, we made our way down to the cellar for some tasting. We skipped the torture chamber.

We tasted some reds. My personal favorite was the Sangiovese, whose aromas evoke dried flowers, red plum, sweet exotic spices and wild berry flavors. I picked all of that up on my first taste ;) Just kidding, I know NOTHING about wine, besides that I like to drink it.

Here's something I do know: I love rosé! A chilled glass of rosé can really add that special spark to a summer day. This particular rosé was called Gioia. Oh, Joy!

This little opening/window fascinated me. Does anyone know what it's called? I'm curious. Anyway, peering through it reminded me of one of my favorite movies of all time: Under the Tuscan Sun. Diane Lane buys a villa in Tuscany. The concept just never gets old for me.

It's sort of lovely that just one hour north of San Francisco is a little taste of Tuscany (I should start taking better advantage of its closeness - aside from wine, I hear there are lots of good hiking spots up there). Are there any nearby, easy-to-get-to getaways that remind you of a faraway place??

Would love to know. In the meantime, I hope your weekend is filled with Gioia!

Yoga in a Pagoda

2011-07-19T07:00:00.000-07:00

Everyone has their practice. With practice, comes a routine. We find what works, and with a little discipline and focus, we glide into a flow. I've come to realize that when I switch up the routine, I gain some perspective. I think: oh, I didn't know THIS would work for me. THIS feels so good!

For example, I was in Napa this weekend. Last week, I really struggled with my yoga practice. I had no desire to go to class. My back ached. The weather was gloomy so in the mornings I preferred hanging out in my robe with coffee to dragging my body into a yoga studio (you know something's up when you feel that going to class is a drag). It's in moments like these that you wonder: will it ever be like it once was?

Needless to say, I was in desperate need of a class (or two). I needed something to shake up my old routine. I needed to connect again. Luckily, our hotel had complimentary yoga classes in the morning. I needed to stretch, to move, to flow. Hotel yoga could work.

Little did I know it would be in a pagoda:

In the quiet forest of trees:

Little did I know that it would be the instructor, only one other person and me:

(insert 3 yogis into photo :)

The class was perfectly different in all the right ways. We didn't repeat poses and we didn't flow to the point of sweating (which is the opposite of what I'm used to. Most classes, it's like I'm swimming in a pool of sweat). We said good morning to the sun and opened our hearts to the world. It was so cleansing.

However, when the instructor suggested partner yoga, I scoffed inside. Not my favorite thing. However, what do I know about what I like and don't like? This was a 'heart opening' partner yoga, so it needed a chance. One of us sat back in child's pose, while the other lay on top the other, back to back. The one in child's held the other yogi's hands, gently pulling their arms in the direction of the earth. Heart-opening, mind-opening. We breathed together and it was amazing. See, what did I know?

The instructor also took us through this one standing sequence that really resonated with me. Basically, we began at the back of the pagoda. Having already cleared a straight and empty path, we slowly (as if through lava) traveled across the room transitioning between various leg balances, standing upright on one leg on the inhale and moving into Warrior 3 on the exhale. As we moved through these postures, our instructor said this of our movements:

On the in breath, finding an expansion and on the out breath, stepping into that space.

All became a blur after that, as I was ingraining this idea into my psyche. What a lovely way to think about life. Finding expansion, openness, opportunity, possibility. And then stepping into it, giving what you found a chance. Oh, I love it! I mean, Good morning world!

Anyway, having shaken up the routine, I now feel ready to pick up a practice that's new and exciting. It might involve trying one new class a week or perhaps a different studio? It might entail changing nothing about the actual yoga asana routine. I will, however, aim to find expansion in my daily life and step into that space.

One more thing about these glorious yoga mornings. It was framed by a beautiful chai tea latte:

and a Bing Cherry coffee cake:

I know one thing that will never change: my love of baked goods and hot beverages.

Finding an expansion, and stepping into that space.

Oh, Happy Days

2011-07-15T07:00:00.000-07:00

What makes us happy? Love, health, friendship. A glorious sunset. The little things...

Options...one person in a sea of books.

Observation...seeing people relax, while relaxing.

Variety...changing patterns, becoming the pattern.

Anticipation...waiting, holding back, going forward, getting there.

The brink...the best of both worlds.

Letting loose...no judgment, no shame, just fun.

...and my new favorite: Possibility.

Can you sum up (in a few words) what makes you happy?

Amelia, the Great

2011-07-11T19:00:00.000-07:00

Is it safe to say that after this weekend, I'm one of hundreds, possibly thousands, inspired by the talents of a certain Amelia Morris? I mean, there might have been a day when all we thought she could do was attempt things in the kitchen. A great cook, an awesome baker. Fools, we were! I'm of course referring to her remake of Robyn's "Call Your Girlfriend" music video. Watch here.

(video still via Jeana Sohn)

I think we were all stunned, amazed and blown away by Amelia's awesome dance moves and performance abilities. The video was infectious, right? I've found myself watching it over and over again these past few days as if she was a celebrity. I mean, by now, she basically is. If remaking Robyn's video with the kind of fearlessness and magnetism that Amelia displayed doesn't garner you celebrity status, I don't know what does.

But seriously, her video attempt made me smile and reminded me that if we let down our guard and go for what we really want, we will shine. Long story short, Amelia is the coolest! She makes me want to get my silly on.

So, when I heard about a cake contest at Omnivore Books this weekend, I couldn't get Amelia's Strawberry cake out of my mind. Remember her attempt at the Saveur recipe? Well, I decided to go for it and enter the contest. Both Amelia and her blog were excellent and supportive guides. What excited me about this recipe is that it calls for strawberry jam, one of my favorite things on earth:

At the contest, everyone asked how I got the cake so red. My answer was simple: Red Food Coloring. Safeway.

Side note: in a moment of not-genius, I wore an ALL WHITE outfit to the contest. (Was I subconsciously trying to prove something?) Luckily, and supposedly reminiscent of my preschool self (when I used to come home without a spot of dirt on me), my outfit remained perfectly void of red. My, how times have not changed.

Two beautifully baked layers. This cake is gorgeous in all of its forms.

By the way, it was my very first "attempt" at a double layer cake. Needless to say, the whole cake baking experience was joyous - even when I found myself on an emergency errand to Safeway at 7:30 am Saturday morning to pick up more food coloring. I'll never forget listening to Whitney Houston's "I Get So Emotional, Baby" over the speakers as I sped frantically through the market aisles thinking, yes, yes, I do!

Eventually, I made it home and the baking resumed. When I laid the top layer onto the bottom layer, I actually squealed with excitement. My squeals were so frequent they may have competed with NPR's Morning Edition. Or was it the new Gillian Welch album? I can't remember. I was too busy squealing over this masterpiece.

Notice the tote in the background? Amelia was with me the whole time in spirit :)

The final product! And, no, sadly I did not win the contest. But I had Amelia's video to cheer me up. Oh, ya, and lots of leftover cake to indulge any feelings of defeat. I've been joking about the plate of cake in my fridge. When I squat down to take a bite, I feel like a mix between Marie Antoinette and Bridget Jones. YUM.

In the spirit of Bon Appétempt, behold!

Amelia's version:

(photo via Bon Appétempt)

Poem, Sweet Poem's version:

Thanks Amelia, for all of the inspiration! xoxo

Six White Horses

2011-07-08T22:00:00.000-07:00

Weekend inspiration, starting with music and song: Gillian Welch's newest album The Harrow & The Harvest. In one of those truly transformational experiences, I saw her and David Rawlings perform the whole album on Thursday night at the Warfield Theater. It's my current soundtrack.

Color, love and fashion inspiration: my sister Heather and her chic accessories. Photo from our Fourth of July weekend together in SF.

Relaxation, whimsical and leisure inspiration: street art on Valencia Street.

Coziness, new friendship inspiration: Joanna Williams. Photo via Jeana Sohn.

Below the ankle, summer inspiration: salt water sandals. Photo via A Cup of Joe by way of Fashion is Spinach.

And finally, food and fun inspiration: Amelia's attempt at Saveur's Strawberry Cake. Photo via Bon Appétempt.

We all need a little inspiration and we all need to have a little fun! I'm starting now. How about you?

Ferry Building in Summer

2011-07-07T07:00:00.000-07:00

If you're lacking inspiration, a visit to the Ferry Building Farmer's Market might amp you up. I mean, seriously, this place was out of control last Saturday (Heather and Alex's first full day of their visit). The bounty of specialty items almost made me entirely ignore the stone fruit I dream of all other months of the year.

Luckily, I did get my green on - the Green Gulch Farm stand is conveniently located at the entrance, so I couldn't miss their produce. They might be my favorite of all the stands, but, of course, I am biased because I've walked the grounds of their farm and meditated on their land, so ya, I'm biased...

Green gulch greens!

A basket of tamales - what's not to like?

I didn't buy the Juniper Ridge sachets, but I could have gone home with everything they had to offer.

Like their tea...

...or their sage. Note: I did buy their Pinon incense. Last night was the first night I burned it and it made my whole apartment smell like Big Sur. I'm obsessed!

Tell Tale Preserves.

Beautiful Heath, as always.

My annual summer lavender bunch! It always feels like a ritual when I swap out my faded bunch for a fresh and fragrant one.

These adorable kids, transfixed - and holding hands. Love at the Ferry Building. We all experience it.

Easy on the Eyes

2011-07-05T07:00:00.000-07:00

Hope everyone had a magical holiday! Heather and Alex visited me (as they often do on 3-day weekends). We had the best time: going to the farmer's market, Balenciaga show at the deYoung, brunch at Outerlands, chill time in Duboce Park, watching the sunset over the Golden Gate Bridge. I'm so relaxed I can barely speak. Forgive me for not having many words today...but don't these flowers say it all?

Is the weekend really over? I'm still in dreamland.

Three Babes

2011-07-01T07:00:00.000-07:00

Alright everyone, it's time to admit: we're deep into summer. This means sunscreen, beach towels, a good book, late dinners and...PIE! For me, this summer is all about exploring new experiences in my neighborhood. Since San Francisco prides itself on stellar cuisine, it only makes sense that most of these experiences are of the food-based variety.

My latest discovery is the Three Babes Bakeshop, a pop-up pie-making company. They started up shop in the courtyard next to the Stable Cafe on Folsom Street in the Mission. Last Sunday, I biked on over to see what's up with the babes - and I'll tell you, there's nothing to cry about.

First of all, it was a beautiful day - warm, still and quiet and covered in a clear, blue sky. The perfect day to eat a delicious berry pie. After speaking with Katrina (one of the babes), I decided on Nectarine Blackberry Crumble Pie - 'tis the season, right? Nothing says summer like a fruit crumble, so why not bake that into a pie!? Also, she showed off their pies in a jar - small portions baked into little mason jars. YUM. Perfect for some on-the-go pie eating...

Their logo is like their pies: perfection!

Needless to say, this pie was so sweet and tasty - a delectable Sunday morning breakfast. While sitting on a bench, enjoying my slice, I thought how happy I am that the Three Babes came to town!

As for you all, SF folk: go get some pie! Everyone else: dream from afar! (or visit!). With the long holiday weekend ahead of us, it really should be filled like the jars and crust - with PIE!

Hope everyone has a nice little vacation, xo

Mother of the Forest (Right in Time)

2011-06-28T07:00:00.000-07:00

Lately, I've been thinking about writing a book called "Awesome Day Trips." Well, I'll have to work on the title - but seriously, I'm so into mastering the art of day-long getaways. What works, what doesn't? How much sun is too much sun? How much driving should be done? Now it's starting to sound like something from Mother Goose or Doctor Seuss (ahh, stop rhyming!) - it's not a childrens' story. Anyway, you get the picture!

This past Saturday, Sarah and I spent the whole day out of the city. We had a plan in mind, but some activities were spontaneous. We knew where the day would begin and where it would end, but mostly we went where the wind took us. With a little bit of planning (nothing set in stone), it's actually easier to let things just happen. So, without keeping you in too much suspense, welcome to our day (which, by the way, was a 17 hour endeavor):

A day beginning with a pancake is a good day indeed. A long adventure benefits from a hearty breakfast, which is what happened for us in Ben Lomond (note: this is a "place" not a town or a city, FYI). Some earlier research lead us to find a quaint diner called Spanky's. It was the perfect pit stop on the way to our next destination: Big Basin State Park.

Big Basin is California's oldest state park, dating back to 1902. How had I never been?

We decided to take the Redwood Trail, a short walk through the trees with lots of fun facts. Like, for example: redwood roots only grow about 6-10 feet deep, which is surprisingly shallow given their height (around 380 feet!). So, one might wonder, how do they withstand the storms and high winds? How do they not fall down? Well, the roots extend as wide as the tree is tall, linking, as if holding hands, with the adjacent trees. I'm sorry, but is that not the sweetest thing?

Our friend Maggie said we couldn't miss "Mother of the Forest" - the tallest redwood in the park (actually Maggie was the driving force for most of the day - giving us the idea to go Big Basin and also suggesting our main event later in the eve - wait for it). So, back to the trees. A resilient force, the "mother" stands at 329 feet. In the abstract, that number has no impact on me. Standing at its base is another story.

It was so tall, I didn't know what to do with myself. Necks don't go back that far! Where was the top? To get the full effect, watch this.

After Mother of the Forest, one can only marvel at the poetry of trees. Winding down with the nature portion of our day, we took a rest by a beautiful meadow.

Big Basin is technically in Boulder Creek, another "place" a la Ben Lomond. Stopping into this place was not on our agenda, but we couldn't help but pop into some antique stores. We spent a while in one that caught our eye, trying on rings and picking out records. Alas, it was getting close to lunch time and we had another destination in our plans: Santa Cruz!

Just 9 miles on a windy road and there we were! After strolling around downtown, we got sandwiches at New Leaf - a cozy local market that I always like to visit when I'm in Santa Cruz. Their made-to-order sandwiches are de-lish!

Our original plan was to see a movie in Santa Cruz - but the sunny weather and the blue sky vetoed that agenda item. We had many hours in Santa Cruz before our special evening event (wait for it), so we thought we'd spend them on the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. We screamed on the roller coaster, got soaked on the log ride, rocked side-to-side on the Rock-n-Roll, ate churros, and played Dance, Dance Revolution in the arcade. Does anyone realize how hard that game is?

Amusement parks aren't really my thing, but I was very swept up in the purity and fun of the whole thing. Just strolling along the boardwalk in the beating hot sun, it was the concept of "forever summer" embodied. My favorite thing to watch were the Sea Swings, a ride designed in Italy. We didn't take a swing, but were still mesmerized by the people with their feet dangling in the air.

Every day getaway must come to an end, but before ours did we had somewhere to be. Our final destination was the Mountain Winery in Saratoga, where we had tickets to their summer concert series. Who was performing on their outdoor stage? Lucinda Williams!

We enjoyed pinot from the winery as the sun set over the vineyard.

Showing off my Boulder Creek purchases! I'm not really a two-rings-on-one-hand-kind of girl (think Rayanne Graff from My So-Called Life or Emily Valentine from 90210), but I couldn't help myself and it felt right. The turquoise was an obvious choice, but then I spotted the little heart ring. I couldn't help but think about the redwood roots linked, as if holding hands...

Lucinda on stage under a star kissed sky. It was a perfect summer day - going from town to town, place to place, accepting spontaneity's invitation, driving along the California roads, car wheels on a gravel road...

Beginners, Beginning

2011-06-27T07:00:00.000-07:00

Readers, if you were tired of me blogging about Outerlands would you tell me?

It's just that I can't really get enough of it. It's summer, which means the most wonderful fruit is in season, which inherently means that Outerlands will be presenting said fruit in the most beautiful way. When my friend Sophie told me she'd never been, it seemed only reasonable (necessary/urgent) that we went, right? Given my deep adoration for heading out to the Sunset to enjoy their delicious food, we thought it best to have dinner there before our Friday night movie.

Sophie's coat was very chic. She went off for a minute to check out the General Store, but sadly it was closed.

The drink you see is ginger lemon apple cider, spiked with Bourbon. It was a chilly night so this sounded perfect. I loved every sip.

I also love Sophie's red shoes. We both started with a salad: mixed mustard greens and cresta di gallo with apricots and spiced walnuts, dressed with a toasted seed vinaigrette. Sometimes, I think of what words on menus reel me in. "Toasted" is one of these words. The salad was the deepest green I'd ever seen. Sound bite from Sophie: I'm eating a Christmas Tree.

Main courses. Sophie ordered the Cauliflower soup, that comes with a side of Dave's levain toast - always a favorite. Normally, when I go to Outerlands, I don't order meat - I have no idea why. I think it's because the soups are soooooo goooooooood. But, this time, I went a different way. My dish: slow cooked prather ranch pork shoulder with asparagus, toasted barley and green garlic risotto, and morels. It was divine.

See how divine it is?

Sunset in the sunset - it's the closest you can get.

Then we saw this movie: Beginners written and directed by Mike Mills. It was a bit of an emotional roller coaster (FYI) but it was very sweet and aesthetically pleasing. I just love all of the actors in it. Ever since Trainspotting, I've had a major crush on Ewan McGregor. He keeps being adorable - even when he drops his thick Scottish accent. If you want a sweet family/love story, this movie is for you! It's summer, so when it comes to movies, we have to take what we can get.

Leaf Heart

2011-06-24T23:00:00.000-07:00

I found something

that is ours

what we didn't know

we shared

what we didn't know

we had in common

until it fell

like from a tree

it was between us

under our feet

I looked at you

you looked at me

Summer Movie

2011-06-23T07:00:00.000-07:00

Have you seen it yet?

Soil Born

2011-06-20T20:00:00.000-07:00

Don't tell anyone, but I secretly want to live on a farm. It's a funny fantasy, though, considering that earth worms give me the creeps. I can't really see myself driving a tractor and working with tools isn't really my strong suit - I mean, seriously, what does a wrench do? Clearly, I have a lot to learn...

...and yet, I can't help but imagine the dreaminess of this life: living off the land, waking up at sunrise to harvest the field, embodying a sustainable and seasonal lifestyle, tending to and to caring for livestock. Maybe one day, I can pack it all up and do those things.

Until then, I can live vicariously through Sarah Barnes -- my beautiful friend and writer of the blog Girl Awakes. She's partaking in an 8 month apprenticeship on Soil Born Farms, an urban agriculture project in Rancho Cordova. This past Sunday, I traded sunny Dolores Park for the sunnier American River Ranch (it was in the mid-90's in Sacramento!). It was Sarah's day off which meant we got to play on the farm, swim in the American river, and ride bikes along the most beautiful bike path ever!

First thing's first: breakfast. After frying up a few eggs (collected from the coop only moments earlier), we had a sweet treat of yogurt (made by Sarah) and granola (made by Sarah). I'm liking this already...

After catching up around the picnic table, Sarah and I hopped on bikes and ventured out to the farm on Hurley Way, a one and half acre certified organic garden. Sarah described it as a sanctuary - it didn't take long for me to feel cozily cradled in its leafy arms.

Up on ladders and with our head in the trees, we harvested mulberries and watched the chickens do their thing. I could get used to this.

Hello.

and hello!

The ripe berries matched my nail polish - obviously, I dressed for the occasion.

Cleveland Sage - the essence of potpourri. Sarah knew the names of every flower, plant, vegetable and fruit - I was very impressed. She's learned so much - I bet if I lived on the farm like Sarah does I'd soon learn the purpose of a wrench.

I forget the names of these ones - but I thought they were the sweetest things. They called to me.

Artichoke - can you believe it!? Pretty purple.

First ripe pluot of the season - right off the tree. We got really full on these.

Deeply lost in its magic, eventually we had to pull ourselves away from the farm on Hurley Way. Luckily, we had our looming-jump-in-the-river to motivate us to hop back on bikes and trek on over. Did I mention that the bike path is the coolest?

Our cycling adventure was a nice break from the obstacle course that biking in San Francisco can sometimes be. The path is peaceful and well paved, offering a pure state of relaxation with its ongoing flatness. The occasional hill or dip only furthers a state of calm. It runs along the river so while you're gliding along you can see people kayaking and tubing on the water - which was so blue I couldn't believe it.

By the way, Sunday marked my first time ever riding a fixed gear bike (ironic that I had to leave San Francisco to climb aboard). Super nerve-wracking, it took me a while to get used to the pedals never stopping and the awkwardness of braking. Overall though it was mostly fun and exhilarating! It was a day of firsts -- although I never got to use that wrench.

The American River on a hot day, also known as an invitation to dive in.

Farmer Sarah poses for a picture.

Me, freezing in the American River.

As usual with days like these, it's almost impossible to get in the car and drive home. Walking back from the river, we caught a glimpse of the cows. Sarah introduced me to them and even had a few anecdotes about their antics. I didn't want to leave. Generous as she is, Sarah sent me home with bags of produce from the farm - plenty of greens, squash, root veggies and garlic to save me multiple trips to the market. This was the real thing.

On my way home I thought of how lucky Sarah is to be living on Soil Born Farm. I also thought of how lucky I am to have her as a friend. Our Sunday together reminded me to be open to all new opportunities as scary as they might be. With Sarah glowing and smiling all day, how could I not be inspired by her experience?

Thank you, Sarah, for such a perfect day on the farm! xoxo

***note: since publishing this post, the blogger has since learned the purpose and use for a wrench. She's quite pleased with her findings and feels ready and prepared to continue dreaming of living on a farm***

Weekend!

2011-06-18T11:00:00.000-07:00

Make it last!