My extreme absence from things that I love, for instance writing here, with you, has given me a little walk down memory lane… insert these photos. Taken on a Sunday, surely. Nothing to do but breathe ocean salt into my very tiny nostrils. A day where That’s a day in and of itself. To Do: Breath.

Check. Overwhelming feeling of accomplishment.  Known now as what I wish I was doing. I’m not. Alas, I am not. Instead, I’ve taken up my hobby of loading my plate as high and wide as possible… taking gulps and swallowing chunks as I shimmy down my little path of success. Come January, I’m off and out. Yoga retreat? Mountain Hiking? Bali again? Orrrrr…

How bout just sitting the f*ck down with some paints and a bottle of my choice, perfectly pretty underwear, braided hair, and old Motown trickling through my ear drums. Just thinking/typing about it makes my soul calm. Come winter, I flee like a bird and head South. Somewhere warm. Got those anxious travelin’ jitter bugs again… They come every year this time, tis the season. Some people sit on Santa’s Lap… I get the hell out of the U.

S. Of A.

Just finished reading Just Kids by Patti Smith. A darn good read I tell ya, a real gem.“In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth. For nothing is more precious than the life force and may the love of that force guide you as you go.” – Patti Smith

“I don’t fuck much with the past but I fuck plenty with the future.” – Patti Smith

Amen.

Xx love from San Francisco

Amy