For you, from me, with love — 5/12

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Pegs.

Times four?

Pegs

The New York Times featured one of my favorite style bloggers, Garance Doré. Fun little inside story on her rise. Find her blog here.

Speaking of Garance, her recent posts, “Talking Age,” and “39 x Cooler.” Apropos for my journey into my 40s.

After attending a Death Over Dinner discussion, stories like this touch my heart. And make me think.

Documentary-in-the-works by a friend about the National Mill Dog Rescue (which is headquartered here in Colorado Springs). Watch. Learn. And, if you can, help.

Some suggestions on spring cleaning your clothes closet. (Something I’ve learned recently I have a talent for helping others do.) (Maybe that will be my next money-making gig.)

An absolutely lovely story on traveling Paris solo.

Adding to the To-Read List — The Rise, by Sarah Lewis

Prepping the kitchen — Ginger beer (#40before41)

And … the powers that are walking, napping, timing your coffee, and resting.

For you, from me, with love – 4/9

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Paris in the Spring.

Bright blooms everywhere.
ParisFlowers

An awesome article by Danny Schreiber on Zapier about how to get more done than you ever thought possible. Tips on how to more efficiently curate your daily news and when to send someone an email versus when to turn the response into a blog post, plus way more. 

The Five Minute Journal is pretty cool. Their new app might be even cooler. I’ve been using it for three days now, and aside from early bugs, I’m quite enjoying it.

Oh my gosh, this poem by Naomi Shihab Nye from Words Under the Words: Selected Poems

The Art of Disappearing

When they say Don’t I know you?
say no.

When they invite you to the party
remember what parties are like
before answering.
Someone telling you in a loud voice
they once wrote a poem.
Greasy sausage balls on a paper plate.
Then reply.

If they say We should get together
say why?

It’s not that you don’t love them anymore.
You’re trying to remember something
too important to forget.
Trees. The monastery bell at twilight.
Tell them you have a new project.
It will never be finished.

When someone recognizes you in a grocery store
nod briefly and become a cabbage.
When someone you haven’t seen in ten years
appears at the door,
don’t start singing him all your new songs.
You will never catch up.

Walk around feeling like a leaf.
Know you could tumble any second.
Then decide what to do with your time.

Adding to the To-Read ListDelancey: A Man, A Woman, A Restaurant, A Marriage

The New York Times asks: With so much out there “out there,” where do we find generational social connection?

Prepping the kitchen — Why, yes, I do love pistachios. And lemons. And cake. Pistachio Lemon Pound Cake

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Thought for a Thursday: Shine

Mural

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ur deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?

Actually, who are you not to be? … There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do.

… And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.

As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

From A Return to Love, by Marianne Williamson