February 1, 2011
The name “Valentine”, derived from valens(worthy, strong, powerful), was popular in Late Antiquity. – Wikepedia
Turns out…there is no specified reason for the February 14th celebration of LOVE…or it’s namesake. It is a feast day of at least one of the Sainted “Valentine’s” of Rome…but a more relevant reason to rejoice seems to be the very definition of the root of the word. Worthy…Strong…Powerful. Words that also describe love!
Who needs a well defined reason for celebrating something good? Love is good…Saints are good. But, let’s be honest…Love is much more marketable and universally understood in some fashion or another! I’m kind of astonished that there is only one holiday for ALL the ways to love and be loved! But…even for our commercial society…I guess that would be going overboard. So, we manage to combine romance, dedication, consideration and the loving bonds of family and friendship into one highlighted calendar date …and hopefully 364 more days of expressing those emotions.
So why not share treats with your sweeties…
Relish your bond with your partner…
Breathe in the fragrance of gifted flowers…
And remind your mind and body that Love is the most powerfully positive force in our daily lives?
October 20, 2010
No secret…it’s been a long time since I’ve written.
With the best intentions of writing a weekly blog, I soon realized that with work and family…I need to limit my expectations. Writing doesn’t have to be weekly to be worthwhile. As much as I’ve enjoyed my momentary musings through this blog, it became the last priority on a growing list.
With long absences come long stories! But, I can condense.
Since I last posted, I booked a Broadway Show…then found out I’m expecting my second child! So, Broadway took a back burner, and focus is on baby and family. Settling in to our great expectations, and with our son about to start kindergarten…we were blasted with a crazy strain of pneumonia that landed my 5 year old in the hospital for a couple days…then got passed to me. Series of sleepless nights, serious morning/all-day sickness, and antibiotics, and negative physical reactions and several missed first days of school later…we are in recovery!
here is a posting.
expectations Prospects, especially of success or gain.
Whether or not we admit it, we all have expectations regarding the results of our actions. I think we all know that if we work hard, and pursue a goal with our best efforts, we will achieve a number of these goals. For a lot of us, success is found in the prioritizing of our expectations and the realization that many of them will not be met. Will we dig in and try again? Or, will we drop one responsibility to enhance the others? Tough questions that we need to keep asking to keep our lives on productive and positive paths
to stay healthy,
…and well on track to the destination of our dreams…
or maybe just our brightest reality.
July 18, 2010
I don’t dare title myself a “Dancer” by any professional standard.
But…I am professionally at home on stage and in motion. Being frequently surrounded by fantastic dancers, I get to immerse myself in their talents and become part of THE DANCE. It amazes me that their bodies can reach incredible heights of power in action and inspire even greater heights of emotion.
Gathering images of dancers,
and the people who emulate them,
I feel like grabbing their garb
…and living life spinning on pointe!
In jeans, sweats, lycra or chiffon…
I see whirling visions of stylish expression!
Despite our limitations, we move to live.
And, if we BREATHE
July 12, 2010
India has long been known as the Jewel in the Crown.
The vibrant majesty of the culture has long awakened my senses
…and set me to dreaming
…of saturated color,
…and venerated antiquity.
I have long imagined myself an Indian Princess, misplaced by time and continents. Beneath imagination there is possibility! The dazzling influence of the Earth’s cultural gems allow us to synthesize the exotic stuff of our reveries
…with the often bated patterns of daily life.
July 3, 2010
With images of cardigans, doilies, crochet, pearls, caps and furs swirling in my head…
I thought that I’d coined a fabulous new phrase…”Granny Chic!!!!” Then I searched the words to see what kind of images would surface…and I realized that my phrase is widely popularized in defining one of the hottest new trends in home decor
And why wouldn’t it be?
It’s a way of looking at our lives today,
…and the lives of the people we love who lived before us.
It’s seemingly synonymous with “vintage,” but the difference lies in the juxtaposition of old and new.
Remember, our Grannies hit their height of style in days past, then grew older hanging on to the things they liked while incorporating the progressive elements of trends that they could subscribe to.
To make it chic, we live in The Now, and incorporate treasuries of style passed down to us by the history of the people we love.
…or Aged and Dapper
…if you live in the present with a love for the past, you can ponder your own inner Granny Chic
…and define it however you like.
May 17, 2010
If eyes are windows to the soul
…then sunglasses are Bada$$ tinted windows
to the intriguing inner workings of a mysterious personal vehicle.
They are the style equivalent of cool.
I have always felt infinitely more powerful…and secure…in a hot pair of shades. Behind dark glasses you can watch the world watching you and disappear behind the protection of not having to react.
And, there is, of course, the super smooth moment of the reveal…when the reflective camouflage is peeled away, and the soul is gloriously unveiled.
Watch all extraneous social expectations and the stress of unwanted obligatory responses melt away.
Peer through partial darkness
…at the diminished intensity of life’s glare,
April 30, 2010
Choosing colors to live with and live in is overwhelming…
and the notion that things have to “match” is limiting.
Look to Nature.
Greens and blues can go together!
Orange and red often join beautifully!
Take a look at two versions of the same color, like a blue and a blue-green, and in proper scale they meld like sugar and spice. Mute one to enhance the other and throw in a white or neutral to keep your bolder choices front and center.
Sometimes a room, tablescape or outfit decked in soothing neutrals
can create the most balanced environment and mood.
Start with a color that makes you feel
….calm and comfortable…
…expressive and creative…
…or happy and energized…
…and open your eyes to one color
…and it’s variety of hues.
“The color of the object illuminated partakes of the color of that which illuminates it”
April 25, 2010
The Urban Dictionary defines an HERBOPHILE as…
“A person who is sexually attracted to flora of all sorts
this includes plants, ferns, trees and flowering plants”
I just wanted to find a sweet title that would describe my adoration of herbs as Nature’s gift to epicureans. (And certainly we must not confuse ‘herbophile’ with ‘hebophile’ …which is infinitely wrong and has no place in my blog.)
Back to herbs
…and fun places to find them.
My son, Parker, and I spent a sunny and cool Thursday morning at Stone Barns in Westchester County New York and stayed through the early afternoon.
Thanks to two of our closest friends, Vonnie and her son MacArthur, we took a short car ride 30 minutes north of the city to the fresh air and open landscapes of this working farm and educational center. The central stone building is also home to the Blue Hill Cafe and the prestigious Blue Hill at Stone Barns restaurant, famous for their use of the the farm’s freshest seasonal herbs and other market wares.
I drank iced coffee and tasted scones with cheese and chives, and a fluffy frittata full of fresh herbs and vegetables.
We walked through a quaint outdoor garden with apple trees and fragrant mint and thyme, and we were encouraged to rub the leaves and wander with the heady fresh scent lingering on our fingers.
To me, the aromatic essence of fresh herbs synthesize energy and calm
…history and presence
…flavor and fragrance
…beauty and rusticity
…earth and air
…and somehow provide a refreshing perspective
April 16, 2010
I’m pretty sure I wore the word incarnate at a wedding recently.
It was a lovely Conservative wedding in the Puritan midwest, far from my free spirited comfort zone, but my confidence soared.
Helmeted with a wraparound braid (firmly secured to my head so as not to scatter and frizz on the dance floor) and adorned by faux flora and true feather, I strode into battle, a fierce defender of individuality, bravado and fun.
Notice the gently sprouting plumage.
Ignore the handsome gentlemen on the left.
Birds fly and flaunt…
chirp and sing….
Why should we be gilded and chained?
Why not dream of taking wing!
…and launch a stylish flight of fancy…
“…birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh why, can’t I…”