This town is like a year-round carnival.
More on the falls later.
A poem by Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it’s age old pain,
It’s ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers,
Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,
the distressful tears of farewell,
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
S and I have a new hobby now, finding fun places to hike around Pittsburgh. Since we only get one day off a week and the time we do get is usually not on the same day, a morning hike together is a rare and special treat. This weekend we went to Fall Run Park in Glenshaw. It was a peaceful, easy hike with beautiful sights and the calming sounds of running water. These walks inspire our philosophical sides to peek out, so I cherish them very much.
I have a vase of lemongrass and spring onions that I’m growing from kitchen scraps (quite successfully, might I add), a lucky bamboo plant that S and I eyed for a good 2 months at the Chinese supermarket before we bought it 2 years ago (it was a baby then) and some unnamed plant of which a coworker gave me a cutting on my birthday in 2012.
Don’t they look lovely in this rare winter morning sun?
A basil plantling will come soon. And who knows what the spring will bring?
What’s on your windowsill?
As most of you know, last year was big. Moving to pittsburgh, going on a cross country road trip, and starting residency were huge. But here we are, and life is liveable again.
Last year also brought some fun DIY-ing into my life, and probably the biggest thing of all was my little garden. It’s time to start thinking about my spring garden, and I’m so excited about it!
Over the next few days, I’ll post a few pictures from last year’s garden, and this year you can follow along with me!
For now, here’s a picture of icy pittsburgh for you.
Cheers – and here’s to 2014!
It’s a new year and many things have happened since you, my fair reader, last heard from me.
Most importantly, I got married! S and I are having a great time and we’re looking forward to all the greatness married life has to offer.
I decided to do a photo365 this year. It may not quite be a 365, because I started a week late, but hey I’ll go till January 7 of 2013. It’s all good. The year seemed too promising for me not to venture. I’m having fun so far. More importantly, S approves! And he’s a pro. I’ll pretend he’s not just being nice.
I started a GoodReads challenge this year. 100 books. 4 down, 96 to go. Send your suggestions my way!
And finally, this is the year that I will officially become a physician.
Big things are coming. Stay tuned.
Such an inspiring song – quiet and thought-provoking.
Simple, yet deeply powerful.
a beautiful poem by a brilliant writer – Oriah Mountain Dreamer, a Canadian teacher
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool
for your dreams
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon…
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow
if you have been opened by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your
fingers and toes
without cautioning us to
to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me
I want to know if you can
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand on the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after a night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the center of the fire
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone
and if you truly like the company you keep
in the empty moments.
1) I discovered parsnips. My recipe for DELICIOUS roasted parsnips upcoming.
2) I made a lovely risotto-style multi-grain and multi-legume casserole. Super healthy and super delicious. Not to mention super filling.
3) Great new music thanks to my wonderful fiance. Eileen Jewell’s Letters from Sinners and Strangers is beautiful and hypnotic.
4) Wonderful poetry by my managing editor at Eburban, Hyde Walker. She is one talented woman.
5) Teavana tea and strawberries with Alex.
to cling or to release?
to hope or to set myself free?
i have dreamed of a day for many years. a day of truth and glory and beauty and communion. but what if it is merely a veneer?
castles in the sky, mirages in the desert. perhaps there is no truth. perhaps there never was any truth.
but what of survival? what does it truly mean to survive?
tomorrows bring new dreams and new hopes.
tomorrows also bring reality, like a brick through a window.
i wonder what my reality is.