“It is looking at things for a long time that ripens you and gives you meaning.”
-Vincent Van Gogh
From The Louvre, The Musee d’Orsay is just a short walk across the bridge and along the Seine. But, a walk across and along the Seine is so much more than that, isn’t it? It is a stroll down Memory Lane, only they are not actual memories- they are all the imagined scenarios you’d hoped to collect someday but deep down never really knew how to conjure up into realness. Continue reading →
My little sister says “dude” a lot. I would attribute this to her being 20 years old, except that I say “rad” at least twenty-three times a day, so maybe it’s just a Smith sister thing. Continue reading →
“It’s great to be here. It’s great to be anywhere.”
Keith Richards turns an immortal 71 today. I wrote this for him.
And for my dad. And for me.
Anais Nin said, “we write to taste life twice”, and I say that perhaps we write to taste it twice, and then read those words over and over to dine on life for the rest of our days. Perhaps we write to create appendages to things, and moments, and feelings already beautiful in their own right.
I promise I will always have pennies in my coin purse in case we happen upon a fountain, for I will never stand for you missing out on anything upon which you can attach a wish. I promise to let you stay home from school every January 8th, and we will have Elvis sandwiches and watch his movies all day long. (We will tell your teachers it is a religious holiday.) Continue reading →
Sometimes the most cherished graces come in the form of other souls- ones who are placed in our lives to help us navigate all the winding pathways that will bring us closer to who we are meant to be. Heaven truly knows what It’s doing. The longer you are gone, the more aware of you I become. That sounds strange, I know.
“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”
The Louvre inspires awe before you even step foot inside its walls. You can’t help but marvel at the remarkable intricacies carved into its facade, during a time when men’s gifted hands were their livelihood; the talents they nurtured became their life’s work. It’s a beautiful thing, the recognition that though this place holds so many works of art within its walls, it yet stands as a work of art itself. I can’t help but compare this to people, too. Continue reading →
“In this world in which we live, simplicity and kindness are the only magic wands that work wonders.”
-L. Frank Baum
When I think of living simply, I immediately envisage small living spaces. Most often, the requiem I find myself in is a small loft apartment, with charmingly crackled walls, cold concrete floors, and a bed clad in diaphanous white linens, the center of it all. There are countless little towers of vintage books, haphazardly strewn throughout the humble haven, all standing watch like little sentinels. Continue reading →
“With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy?”
Ernest Hemingway said to write hard and clear about what hurts. A truth I am trying to champion is that there is an acuity to my words only when they are written extractions of my tragic vulnerabilities (proof: here); I want to be able to extract my happiness with the same amount of expressive precision. I have hesitated for quite some time to publish this part of my life for fear of brandishing my unpleasantries for the world wide web to witness. But, another truth I am trying to overcome is that I am not very brave. And so I am going to do as Ernest urged. He was, after all, a man so very handsome, and as “I’m just a girl who cain’t so no” to a handsome man… Continue reading →
“It’s a new dawn,
It’s a new day,
It’s a new life, for me.
And I’m feeling good.”
May 4, 2014: Paris, France
The Saturday morning street markets in Paris are neither loud nor quiet, but simply alive. There are the sounds of early mornings everywhere: the sweet chirpings of winged things and the now and again passing of taxis on the cobbled avenues. Continue reading →
“Wherever you go becomes a part of you somehow.”
I never knew how much I wanted to see the world until I actually saw some of it. Now that I’ve seen what the world looks like beyond the periphery of my homeland, seeing every corner of it is one of my heart’s most earnest desires. Continue reading →