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I know, I know. I promised to show these pictures to you ages ago. But, well, I’m a lame-o and kept forgetting. You know how it goes. But, finally, here they are!  Because you gotta have something to get you through the week.  1. Submarine ride., 2. first egg, double yolk, 3. Carvill and Limin, 4. Cute Bunny, 5. neighbor’s house, 6. light, 7. So Lovely, 8. brrrrrrrrrrrr, 9. Adrian made me do it.  The first day of spring is also Nowruz, Persian New Year. So on Sunday, Dave and I went to Ram & Shima’s pad for a festive get-together! There were cookies, and sweet treats, wine and mimosas. We chatted and laughed and had dinner. It was a lot of fun and a great way to welcome the new season. The best thing, though, (you know, besides all the sweets) was the New Year’s Table that Ram & Shima had set up. Each item on the table had a different symbolic meaning, whether it be life (goldfish), patience (vinegar), or wealth (coins). It was very cool. I like symbolism, it speaks to the deeper meanings of life and the emotional needs of the soul. But that’s a post for another day. So Happy Spring, everyone! If your March came in like a lion, may it go out like a lamb. Week of March 23th: A weekly list of goodies that I’ve forced myself not to buy.    All items in this post found via here.
In my travels around the web I tend to find cool stuff. So I think to myself, why not share? This week: All things Font-y! 
Anyhoo, that’s all I’ve got for you this week. Check back in 2 weeks and I’ll probably have found some more! You know, because the internet is awesome like that.  Happy Spring Equinox, everyone! I love spring. Not as much as I love autumn, but it’s definitely a close second. Tiny little buds unfurl, bright sunshine means warmer temperatures instead of colder, and the days slowly begin to get longer again. While it may not yet be perfectly spring-like up here in these northern climes, there have been several warm days already and all but the most stubborn of snow piles has long melted. This morning was chilly but I could smell spring in the air when I took Daisy for a walk. (You know, that “growing” smell. The smell that comes after the dog-poop-like sent of soggy ground has gone, but before the perfume of pollen has a chance to fill the air.) And the birds are singing again. They’ve come back and right now I can hear them chirping up a storm outside my window. Yup, spring is definitely here and in another month I’ll start seeing sights like these lovely blue flowers popping up all around my neighbourhood! Yay! P.S. : Happy Persian New Year, Shima!
Because you gotta have something to get you through the week.  Week of March 9th: A weekly list of goodies that I’ve forced myself not to buy. Found via here. Because you gotta have something to get you through the week.   Yesterday’s post really struck a nerve. A lot of thinking went into that. To distill who you are as a person down to a few words, it really pulls your life into focus. And the more you think about it, the more you see where you are excelling and — even worse — where you are lacking. It’s been a long time since I did thinking like this. Years, probably. Because I am never quiet anymore. It is never just quiet. There used to be too much of it. So much that I would fight it off, filling it with childishness and stupidity. Now, I forget what it sounds like, what it tastes like. Without the quiet I stop seeing who I am. The me of before and the me of now have diverged somehow. I suddenly remembered everything I used to value most. Everything that doesn’t seem to have a place in my life anymore. I only speak the hollow words. I used to write, think, read. I used to know who I was and have an emotional connection to myself. Now, I am the product of all external influence. I have more confidence but much less to be confident in. My connection to nature is lost, replaced by mechanical things. Where is that soft and sunny life I expected to have? Fresh sheets and clean floors, warm breezes and tiny buds? I’ve forgotten how to read, how to write, how to think. I’ve forgotten how to feel like myself, sipping wine, smelling incense. Didn’t I want a garden and a view? Didn’t I want to try for the best? Didn’t I shun materialism and the vagaries of the hipster life? Where is that woman? For, in truth, she seems more the grown woman and I the naive girl. She the one who knew what she wanted and I the one still struggling. I think it’s about time I did some reclaiming of the woman I used to be. Then maybe I’d have something really special to blog about.  {created using Wordle.} |
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