• B E A C H ❤️ CAMPING ❤️ F O R E V E R

  • C A M P I N G WEEKEND 🏝️🌅❤️

  • IT’S O K A Y to be HAPPY :: to smile too hard, to squint into the sun, to look at life through beautiful rose-colored glasses, to laugh loudly and inappropriately, to believe in the good, to be overly optimistic, to be stupid in love with your people and your Self and the world and the good strong throbbing magic of it all. . You don’t have to satisfy our culture’s unquenchable thirst for negativity. You don’t need a reason to be happy. You don’t have to justify or explain your joy. Life itself is enough of a reason. ❤️

  • P R O G R E S S I O N 🌅

  • Z E K E :: I never know what he’ll do next but I always know it will be entertaining, hilarious, creative, and brimming with joy. Also usually messy.

  • Camera recs for 12yo budding photographer, budget $200

    In search of recommendations: Mara (12 years old) has requested a camera for Christmas. I know nothing about cameras. I’d love to get her something decent but don’t want to spend over $200 on a first camera that may or may not become an ongoing hobby. Is that even possible? Any thoughts or recommendations?

  • T H A N K F U L

  • Mara, age 12, arriving home from school yesterday: “I am so glad to be home. I can’t wait to draw. I didn’t draw ALL weekend. I can’t stand it anymore. I’m going to draw now.”

    Note to self: when you find something you love, just straight-up obsess over it. Balance is stupid.

  • H A N D S in the AIR

  • H A I R WE ARE

  • I have a small hymn to sing in praise of my body. It has carried me so far, through so many roles, so many seasons, so many experiences. It took me on a jog (really more of a walk) this morning. It heals itself. In healing itself it heals me. My body shows me my limits and teaches me to rest. I broke my toe a month ago and hobbled around with a swollen bruised foot and now, just weeks later, I can put on my shoes and pound the pavement. How does it work? What magic? It comes together. The cells align. The body heals. I had surgery on January 31. They split open my abdomen from pelvis to belly button to remove a 9-pound ovarian cyst. I got a radical hysterectomy as a bonus. They found cancer cells, and if my body had not created a cyst and demanded a surgery, we would never have known about those cells, those ovarian cancer cells, waiting, sinister. I could have been dead by the time we knew something was wrong. Did my body create a cyst as warning? Or did the cyst come into being because of the cancer cells? I don’t know. I only know that I could be dead. I could have left my four young children without a mother. I have a thick pink line running down my middle to tell me this story every day. I AM HERE. I AM ALIVE. My 37-year-old body has borne four children into this world. It has pudge and cellulite and aches and pains and stretch marks. I love it. It is the tool of my most meaningful interactions: snuggles, hugs, kisses, intimacy, the casual hand on a shoulder speaking, the leaning in of heads during shared conversation, the meeting of eyes that understand, the creasing of a smile, the sound of laughter, the surrendered feel of weeping, all the beautiful overwhelming emotions of this life rise up in these physical cells, bearing me forward, carrying me from one moment to the next. Blessings on you, body. Blessings on all of us in this existence. We are here. We are alive. We are blessed. We are beautiful. We are whole.

  • Thursday’s sunset at Almendros Beach

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  • BE at H O M E in this WORLD

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  • S A Y YES to L I F E

  • E S C U E L A

  • This is how I picture it — that feeling when it’s all input and no (or very little) output, when your creativity is blocked and you feel stuck @ron @tmj @vasta

  • P L A Y A SUCIA #tbt

  • Today’s Rumi sketch

  • In other news, it’s TACO TUESDAY, so we’ve got that going for us.

  • We have a lot of conversations about cheese in our family.

  • “You know, I think that cheddar is, like, more dominant. And what’s that other white one? Not mozzarella. Monterey jack. That one’s kind of weak. Swiss is a baby. Cream cheese is soft. And goat cheese is emotional, you know, it just kind of falls apart.”

    • Zeke, age 9
  • S A L T

  • Today’s Rumi sketch. It’s kind of ugly because this type of behavior is ugly. But let us see it, name it, and refuse to be controlled by it.

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