the laze craze.

best friends on the laziest of days...

oh, remember those?....

on stopping.

it is now well into november. well in. well done. too far. and here i am writing for the first time since then. i suppose this is a tell-tale sign as to how fast life is here. and as much as i love this place {with these glorious friends and beautiful apartment and sunday farmers markets and classes galore} this lack of writing is the loudest cry of a busy busy life. and i really do not like that not one bit. because with this business it means not seeing loved ones; it means not talking to family on the phone; it means too much time in the library; it means not living right.

and so i suppose that with my books spread around me on this bed, creating some warped level of comfort that doesn't exist in the normal sheets and blankets {ah, yes, i would love to tell you all about the connection between the hypothalamus and the anterior pituitary, and the road that the releasing hormones travel on, through the median eminence and hypothalamo-hypophysial portal to the anterior pituitary where they act on tropic hormones---}....this means that i am once again succumbed to creating a list. lists? i hope this doesn't last much longer. :)

-I moved. I drove across the country in my trusty volvo, Mazey from Michigan to Seattle. To a beautiful studio apartment in between two lovely parks. It is right down the street from my best friends in the world. It is magical.

-I tattooed. I'm not one to stay put. To settle. To be satisfied with one thought or location {ah, cue my post-modern upbringing now}. And so, I painted my neck with this idea, this thought, this feeling, that "true happiness is having wings." Certainly one day I will be ready to have a solid foot on the ground, but even then, I will want to think of these days. So on my road trip, free as a bird, I stopped in a local tattoo parlor. I told them my dream. They made it happen. Now I have a little feather on my neck.



-I partied. A welcome home, indeed, when your friends celebrate their birthdays. We transformed the ordinary into the magical on those occasions with fall-themed balcony soirees and breakfast-at-tiffany's-in-bed saturday mornings. These friends I have? Well, where do I even begin...



-I schooled. Yes, I shall be in school for quite some more time. That's what you get when you wander aimlessly {or aimfully, depending on whose side you're on} for a few years.

-I halloweened. This year dressed in all blue with a staff and a bell and little tight curls, I was looking for my sheep all night(s) long.



-And somehow, through it all, I still find the occasional time to bake. I wish it was all I ever did. I wish I could stop the days and turn on my oven and cover myself in flour and dreams. I wish I could giggle every day to the amplified sound (it can never be muted) of the pie weights filling the foil. I wish I could knead and prod and poke and mix and melt and pour and cascade and crystalize each second. :) Oh man. I've gotta go make that chocolate banana pie with a cinnamon sugar glazed crust I've been dreaming about. This blanket of notes i've created in my bed, memorizing of the hormone levels through the monthly cycle, can certainly keep things warm while i venture off.

I'm going to get better at these things. These life things. These busy things. These time things. So for now....

Time to stop time.

<3