Making me happy right now

Grace and I are off to Kripalu today for Dani Shapiro‘s memoir workshop.  I can’t wait!!  So, instead of a post, a few things that are making me happy right now:

  • Finding flowers on my bedside table from Grace and Whit yesterday (with Whit’s marked with an old toilet paper roll: classic).  They had picked them at the park in between downpours yesterday afternoon.
  • Om Shanti, from Madonna’s Ray of Light CD.  It reminds me of my trip to Feathered Pipe years and years ago.  And it still inspires me.
  • Loose, peasanty silk blouses by Rebecca Taylor (I have one leopard, one floral, and I am wearing them on repeat)
  • Cropped skinny white jeans (with the aforementioned blouses)
  • Peonies, peonies, peonies
  • J Crew boys pajamas (particularly the blue and white striped shorty ones with a long-sleeved top)
  • My new Mala beads from Tiny Devotions.  I swear I can feel their energy when I wear them.
  • Our plans to visit my sister and her family during their sabbatical next year for Christmas.  I can’t wait.  Have to get my children passports (the fact that they do not, I think, horrifies my parents: by the time I was Grace’s age I’d already lived in Europe for four years)
  • My morning green smoothie: pear, cucumber, spinach, ice cubes, coconut water, mint, agave, chia seeds

Please tell me, what is making you smile these days?

Monday morning

A few things that were on my mind this weekend …

1. Carol Edgarian’s Three Stages of Amazement may be my favorite novel I’ve read in years.  It is a beautiful, pitch-perfect story about adulthood and marriage and in exploring the complexities and challenges of both it shows that trying hard and wanting  something badly doesn’t keep people from messing up.  Edgarian’s characters stagger under the weight of their commitment and responsibility and yearn for the freedom and desire of earlier days but ultimately they tiptoe into a tentative but redemptive  embrace of their flawed, rich lives.

2. Laura Munson, whose book This is Not the Story You Think It Is: A Season of Unlikely Happiness touched many people, is reading in Cambridge on Wednesday April 13th at 7pm.  I’m so looking forward to meeting Laura and hope many others will be there.

3. My friend Hilary Levey Friedman told me about a piece of art she has ordered for her new house.  First we laughed about how there is very little wall space for art, given how many books we both have.  I remembered the Anna Quindlen quote that she “would be most content if my children grew up to be the kind of people who think interior decorating consists mostly of building bookshelves.”  Then Hilary told me about a wreath she is having made out of book pages.  I adore, worship, and covet this idea and can’t wait to see it.

4. Finally, I have a professional page on Facebook.  I’d be honored if you would click over and check it out.  Asking this makes me more nervous than almost anything else.  Thank you to the lovely Social Butterfly Solutions for her help!

Monday minutiae

As you read this, dear ones, I am in the vortex of my real job.  So I was trying to think of some small things to share this week.  One thing I had last week was ample thinking time, with my 15 plane hours, etc.  As I worked my way through my random set of magazines, it occured to me there are some minor and little-known facts about me that might make you giggle.

I almost majored in Chemistry.  I loved Chemistry and ultimately decided between it and English as a major.  We know how that turned out.

I wanted to be a doctor for most of my childhood.  Still to this day I fantasize about doing that, and in particular I dream of a career in midwifery.  I don’t think I’ll do it but I have the utmost respect for the field and am fascinated by it.

I love to do puzzles (you might know this one) and sometimes spend very relaxing evenings alone focusing on a 1000 piece puzzle in my dining room.

I’m not much of a movie person, but when I do watch them I gravitate towards really stupid, dumb ones.  Old School, The Hangover, etc.  I’ve often characterized it as I like movies, not films.

Once I gave up the medical dream and was in business school, I really wanted to pursue a career in retail.  I had my dream summer job at Bloomingdale’s working for the CEO and in the buying office, and had a couple of retail opportunities in New York I was thrilled about for after graduation.  Then Matt moved to Boston and the rest is history.

I wear sweatpants so almost-exclusively that the other day I came downstairs in jeans and Whit eyed me suspiciously.  He asked, “Where are you going, Mummy, in those fancy pants?”  Could be time to step it up.

The alphabet of right now

The Alphabet of Right Now

About a year and a half ago I wrote an “alphabet of right now.”  I was thinking about it all day today and decided it was worth a revisit.

A -Allison.  My dear cousin who has recently moved to Boston.  She is without question Grace and Whit’s favorite person in the whole world, and having her nearby has brought me back in touch with the profound comfort and companionship, not to mention connection with the web of heritage, that extended family can provide.

B -Blogging.  I could never have imagined the things that this blog has brought to me, the relationships I’ve formed here, the way this place has allowed me to dream of myself writing for real someday.

C -Cape Cod Sea Camps.  Grace goes this summer, 25 years after I first went, and time folds back on itself.

D – Diet Coke.  A terrible addiction.

E – Exeter.  A place whose influence over me grows as I move further away from it, something I never anticipated.

F -Friends.  How fortunate I am, and how increasingly aware I am of this good fortune, to be blessed with a handful of deeply loyal, brilliant, and funny native speakers.

G – Grace, grace, grace, grace, grace.  Funnily enough, I was not obsessed with grace when I named my daughter that.  I am now.

H – Hilary.  My beloved sister, my only sibling.  Though I wish I saw more of her, HWM remains an intensely important and significant part of my life.  And for this I am so, so, so thankful.

I -Insomnia.  Bane of my life.

J – Just be here now.  The Colin Hay lyric that runs through my head every single day.

K – Kripalu.  I am so excited for Dani Shapiro‘s memoir workshop at Kripalu in May.  I’m particularly thrilled that Grace is coming with me, to attend a childrens’ yoga workshop at the same time.

L –Legoland.  A four day visit with Grace and Whit that none of us will ever forget.  Already it is climbing the charts of Best Childhood Memory, and fast.

M –Mary Oliver.

N – Neatness.  My natural state, which some might call a rigid obsession.  I’m losing the battle against the tide of flotsam that these children bring in with them.

O – Oyster Bay sauvignon blanc.  On the rocks.

P -Princeton.  15th reunion in June.  All four of us are going, and staying in the dorms.  I can’t believe my kids are old enough to do that.  I remember so vividly, in my grandparents’ dusty attic, unearthing costumes that my father wore marching in Pops’ P-Rades as a kid.  The idea that I’m now the parent, and my children are going to walk with me, stuns me almost speechless.

Q – Quiet.  Never enough of it.  As I get older I crave it more and more.

R – Running.  Love, love, love.  I write in my head the whole time.  A little treacherous this winter though (and I can’t stand treadmills and haven’t run on one in years).

S -Shoveling on Snow Days.  Endless.  Matt has skillfully avoided every single blizzard this winter, so I’m a Single Shoveler.

T – Trust.  My word of the year.

U –Universal Child by Annie Lennox.  Over and over and over again.

V -Vedder, Eddie.  Along with Universal Child, I am listening to Just Breathe, Rise, and Guaranteed on repeat.

W -Words With Friends.  Oh, my, how I love this game.  Especially against cmoorecanspell.

X – x-axis.  The one on which you generally display time.  The unavoidable progress of which is the echoing drumbeat at the heart of my life. (okay, a stretch.  work with me.)

Y – Yoga.  Not only am I returning to yoga, gradually but with a glad heart, I’m focusing on making it a real part of Grace’s life these days too.

Z – Zen.  With special thanks to Karen Maezen Miller, something I think about often these days.

Little wonders

Last year, I blogged about something I saw in Glamour magazine.  I asserted that if you just keep your eyes open, you can find both insight and inspiration in all kinds of unexpected places (remember, what you see is what you get).  While running earlier this week I was stopped in my tracks by the wisdom of a Rob Thomas song.  I’ve heard the lyrics before, and made a mental note to look them up when I get home, and I’ve always forgotten.  This time I remembered.

Without further ado, the poetry of Rob Thomas.  The first verse and the chorus are my favorite.  (I know, he’s no William Wordsworth, but still …)

Little Wonders

Let it go, let it roll right off your shoulder
Don’t you know the hardest part is over?
Let it in, let your clarity define you
In the end we will only just remember how it feels

Our lives are made in these small hours
These little wonders, these twists and turns of fate
Time falls away but these small hours
These small hours still remain