Don’t worry if it’s a cold night, because we all go up in flames

Rome was beautiful, but the week of blue skies and breezy days has made coming back to the cold, grey landscape even more challenging. Knowing that this will be the last major trip for some time is also a bit of a bummer, but I’ve definitely had a good run the past few months.


Admittedly, it’s a bit frustrating how quickly reality set back in. It almost feels like I never went away at all. I blame a lot of this on the weather, and the strange isolation that cold seems to bring, especially when you’re forced indoors. I’m seeing how it’s taking its toll on just about everyone I know. We’re all stumbling around like pale, restless zombies, waiting impatiently for spring to finally arrive. Hell, at this point, I think everyone would be OK if we catapulted right into summer. (I’ve recently been fantasizing about sunburn…)

Until then, I’m still plugging along… been trying to focus on some art projects and writing. What better way to combat the blues then by channeling them in creative ways, amiright?

How are you managing to get through this last miserable stretch of winter?


Snow Daze.

Pardon me as I join in on the collective sigh of East Coasters as we watch our world once again disappear under a blanket of white. Yes, folks, it’s snowing. Again.

I guess I shouldn’t really complain–I was scheduled to work from home today anyway, so I thankfully wasn’t among the many who had to scramble to get home when the storm started late this morning. And it was definitely nice to watch the flakes pile up outside while I worked, but another major storm meant more appointments and plans had to be rearranged, more things I wanted to do outside the house needed to be halted, or shuffled around. And that has left me feeling agitated, wishing a little harder for spring.

But there’s a bright side to everything, right? Today, when I went outside to give the steps a quick once-over, and to shake out the bunny’s towels, I noticed that perfectly intact snowflakes were collecting on my jacket and scarf. I’ve only seen this once before–a few months ago when I was in Iceland. We visited a geyser and scattered along the ground were tiny little perfect snowflakes. I marveled at them for a long time, never seeing anything like that, and certain I probably wouldn’t ever again. Fast forward 2 months later, in my own backyard in New Jersey. I wish the camera on the phone could have picked up the details of each a little more clearly, because they were so beautifully intricate, but this still makes for a lovely snapshot.

And despite feeling “off” because I’m not able to do the things I was hoping to do today, I’m trying to focus on some other things that inspire forward motion–actually writing a blog post, for instance, and trying to make some arrangements for my upcoming trip. I’m also going to try to look into a residency program I’ve been kind of drooling over for the past few months.

So, alright, snow–you’ve made me shift my focus, but I’m still looking straight ahead.

So, friend–what did you do on your snow day?


What are men to rocks and mountains?

This weekend we headed up to Bear Creek Mountain with a bunch of friends to try our hand at some night snow tubing.

This is what I thought snow tubing would be like:

This is actually what it was like the first time I went down the mountain:

This is what it was like after I worked up the courage to do it again:

All in all, it was a good time, albeit initially terrifying. But I’m glad we went, I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first go-round, and I’m grateful that the only major injuries incurred were to my boots and not my body (or Donnie’s body, being that he hit a tree after his first run down the mountain).

There’s a beautiful parable wrapped in all this about trying something even when it terrifies you, and trying again, even when the first time did not go as planned, but you all are smart people, so I won’t spell it out for you. (Beyond that, I’m too distracted looking at clips from Cool Runnings to say anything too terribly poetic…)

Moment of Zen: Bipartisan Hilarity

I owe y’all a proper blog post, but things have been busy–good, but busy. I’m feeling damn good today, enjoying this gray day in Jersey, listening to some Otis Redding and enjoying the post-election, pre-snow electricity that’s in the air. Even though I know not everyone can be happy after Election Day/night, I love seeing how fired up people get for the political process.

And after an emotional week of watching my beloved state and so many friends and fellow New Jerseyeans deal with the aftermath of Sandy, it’s nice to feel hopeful and happy today.

So, this one is for everyone–whether you’re still riding the high of last night’s election results, or if you need of a pick-me-up because your party didn’t come out ahead. Because apparently, Diane Sawyer was the true political hero last night*:

*These clips are actually from the 2008 election, but there’s a slew of them from last night popping up on YouTube as well. Ch-ch-check ’em out.

snow day, muthafuckas.

Unless you’ve been living under a rock or don’t care much for East Coast weather patterns in the United States, you probably have already heard all about the intense snow that DC/DE/PA/NJ received Friday and Saturday. Being coined “Snowmageddon,” by the Facebook kids (or Obama… not sure which), it definitely lived up to its name. When it was all said and done, we had a solid 2 feet of snow waiting shoveled out of our parking spots.

(And before I could even recap the wonder of that storm, another one settled in Tuesday night going into Wednesday… which left me here, once again, showered, back in pjs, hot chocolate & baileys in hand).

Although I hate the aftermath of the snow (having to dig my car out, having to figure out suitable outfits/shoes when knowing I will battle poorly paved parking lots), I LOVE the actual snowfall. I love knowing that for a day or a weekend, I have no choice but to stay inside all day and read and eat and sleep and watch movies. On snow days, all bets are off–all rules suspended. Feel like drinking at 9 a.m.? What’s stopping you? Want to eat every 2 hours? Why not? Feel like showering to simply put on a fresh pair of pajamas? What else would one be wearing on such a day?? Continue reading