Look here, my dear. . .

Listening to Steve Moakler as I unload the contents of my closet onto my quickly disappearing floor. I have several half-written blogs but few coherent words at the moment.

The time that has dragged for so many years is suddenly whipping me forward in a whirlwind, faster than ever before. My life is about to change. And I can't wait.

But right now I don't feel much of anything. The excitement will come, and with it, some lingering sadness. I know this much. But in this moment, all I can do is keep my mind present in each passing hour. Because my hours of safety and familiarity and comfort are slipping through my fingers. And sometimes, no matter how much you long for adventure, nothing is quite the same as your own warm bed and your mother's home cooking.

Download his album here

You won't be disappointed.

Dancing to Iron and Wine

This weekend I went to watch a modern dance performance with my friends Emily (budding fashion journalist and bassist-extraordinaire), and Alex (hilarious,  soon-to-be D.C. resident at GW--lucky girl).  I absolutely loved it!  Modern has to be my favorite style of dancing to watch. I've found that you can always count on two things when attending these shows: each act will be unique and engaging, and when the night is over you will rush home and download at least two of the songs you heard.

I was amazed by several of the dancers who were able to evoke deep and not necessarily straight-forward or obvious emotions in a very clear and striking manner.  It was like they were creating an emotionally-charged outline--I saw rage, deep, sickening sadness, hopelessness, helplessness, spirituality, love, determination, and joy-- that you filled in with your personal experiences.  The effect was a touching and thought-provoking experience. It's comforting to see such emotion displayed externally, to feel that you are not alone even in your innermost experiences of pain and bliss.

One of my favorite dances was choreographed to the song "Boy With a Coin" by Iron and Wine. I've loved the band Iron and Wine for a while now. Their music both breaks my heart and makes me want to twirl in my bare feet around a camp fire, or something wild like that. I suppose my bedroom will have to do.

I thought the music video was fitting. Enjoy!

6:20

Six minutes and twenty seconds of peace.  Drop whatever you're doing, take a listen.



Y'welcome.