8 weeks.

at least...

8 sessions of yoga.

8 bachelor jake nights.

8 trader joe adventures.

8 journal entries.

8 sleep in sundays.

8 runway episodes.

8 visits with friends.

8 friday nights.

...the 8th will be the most thankful.

Happy New Year!

hello 2010!

Constantly learning

I'm constantly learning to say goodbye.
To say hello. To reunite. To enjoy the moment. To fill my heart.

To say goodbye.

It's an important lesson to learn, I think. But such a tough one.

To wish you well. To send my love. To feel love sent.

It's that leap off the cliff. The gasping for air.

I'm still learning how to find the rush.

atlas sound

I heard a Panda Bear track on KCRW this morning, which led me to discover this track featuring Panda Bear. I love it all today.

photo op

I've been in search of art or photography or anything really that I connect with to hang on my wall above my couch. It's bare and lonely and I really want some inspiration to spy every day. So I e-mailed my cousin, Gina Martin, who is a photographer for National Geographic. She led me to her photos and I've found a few that I really love.


For more of Gina's photos: www.NGSImages.com
Search for Gina Martin.

oh, semantics.

Thanks to the ability to search through tweets, I have the immediate satisfaction of knowing that crowds of people across the states are loving a set. It's all worth it. My boyfriend "kills it" every night... and that's actually a good thing. A wonderful thing.

Proud. And happy.

Long overdue: Yellow House

I finally bought Grizzly Bear's Yellow House this morning. I'm in love. And I very much feel inspired by this song.