Phurba’s advice for that which frustrates you or doesn’t bring joy and contentment. He always made happiness sound so easy, but admitted that he too has his days. I’m itching for some monk advice lately!

Today, finally, sun. I tripped to the beach alone, listened to a little music, read, and journaled.

Good thing I left when I did; skin’s looking red! Back home, lounging by the fan.

Light streaking in through the windows, what I’ve been longing for for many a hazy, grey day.

And, dad had peanut butter ice cream in the freezer for me! The perks of living with the rents.

“We all suffer alone in the real world. True empathy’s impossible. But if a piece of fiction can allow us imaginatively to identify with a character’s pain, we might then also more easily conceive of others identifying with their own. This is nourishing, redemptive; we become less alone inside. It might just be that simple.”

—David Foster Wallace

Re-blogged from Molly. :)

(Source: pavorst, via onlythebestfilms)

M. C. Escher’s “Hand With Fir Cone” woodcut… my pinecone started to look funky so I just let it be.

Season of books, paper, scripting, crafting continues…

Found photographs on my computer that Julia Wilber took of my room at Hamilton last summer. She appreciated the most unlikely details. The greenish undertone of it all is my favorite. Here are a few…

My dad and I went to breakfast the other day and wore basically the same loafers… and pants.

‘Be fair to me

I may drift awhile

If there’s a plan for me

Would it make you smile’

(Source: Spotify)

Listening to Beirut. Remembering the mountain air. This humidity has a death wish!

It has to brighten up out there eventually…