mom just got a lil "hip"per

i am excited to actually get to spend mother's day with my mom this year! she is usually busy at the shop making all the other mom's pretty flowers, but this year she is not working because she just got her hip replaced. so excited to spend the day with her!

some are coming home, some are leaving town

vintage flocked bird wreath

just for fun: bunny

p.s. this is why i am running

my sister had cancer. and then she beat it and went on to become this amazing person. last month she celebrated her fifth year of being cancer free-- a huge landmark! since my sister's recovery, she has run 2 full marathons so far! her confidence and strength is owed largely to First Descents, a camp "committed to curing young adults of the emotional effects of cancer and empowering them to regain control of their lives by experiencing outdoor adventure therapy"

on june 25th my sister and brother and i are running the Seattle Rock N Roll Half Marathon and we are raising money to help other young adults attend First Descents. i truly believe in this program as a means to empower and help young adults living with cancer. you can help out too by going to my page and donating! anything helps! even 5 dollars goes a long way!

what i did today

i am really proud of myself today! i ran like ten miles. i don't think i have ever run ten miles in my long, arduous, off and on relationship with running. i have finally found my forest gump pace, with which i feel like i can run for.ever. my feet didn't even fall asleep.

Firework

 Stacie Cassarino

 

The day my body caught fire

the woodland darkened. The horizon

was a sea of maids, rushing to piece me

back into a girl. Out of the girl came yellow

flowers, came stem & sepal.

You never happened, they said.

The meadow was a narration of lessness.

Inside the corral, horses fell

from the impact of lightning. They broke

down. I heard gunshots in my sleep.

I was a keeper of breath,

of hay. I walked a field, collecting bones.

You can build a house out of bones.

You can stand at the doorway

quarrelling with your legs to enter

or run until you turn to ash.

The Rain

Robert Creeley

 

All night the sound had

come back again,

and again falls

this quiet, persistent rain.

 

What am I to myself

that must be remembered,

insisted upon

so often? Is it

 

that never the ease,

even the hardness,

of rain falling

will have for me

 

something other than this,

something not so insistent—

am I to be locked in this

final uneasiness.

 

Love, if you love me,

lie next to me.

Be for me, like rain,

the getting out

 

of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-

lust of intentional indifference.

Be wet

with a decent happiness.

i suck at frisbee golf and other noncalamities

also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOLLY. and today was a wonderful day.