Jan is turning two tomorrow... and I am reflecting on his birth, Äya's birth, the birth of myself and perhaps all of life's mysteries. The events surrounding my births were difficult, but the births themselves were beautiful, real and profound. I had both my babies naturally, flanked by the support of my beautiful midwife Stacey and Kai. That experience radiates in their little souls and I cannot imagine a better gift. To celebrate this occassion, no one expresses it better than Fredrick LeBoyer... pour mes petits amours.
I was quite impressed recently when I saw in the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living to find their beautiful gelatin story shot by the fine art photographer Laura Letinsky. Something so delicate and off about her work...
Kai and I celebrated our 7th anniversary last night... it is one of those numbers which has weight to it. Seven years of adventure, two children, bold experiments and lots of lessons learned. We craved an evening of something quiet and unexpected, sensual and exotic and the path lead us to Tsukushi. On an unmarked black door tucked away on east 41st and 2nd ave, near the united nations, it is not the kind of japanese place you seek out for sushi and uber gourmet. This is a secret little passage into home-style cooking japanese style. There is no menu, everyone is japanese, and so you just sit there quietly as they bring out, one by one, the most amazing little dishes of pleasure as you get more and more buzzed on Dassai Sake. Eating a small bowl of sesame tofu in miso broth was almost an experience in perfection. Little pieces of fish, a dish of potato stem, topped off with tea and black sesame ice cream.... I can't wait to go again one day.
And what a beautiful way to spend it among new friends, at Pauline's 6th birthday in Brooklyn. Her father the jazz musican Francis Jacob made the most incredible molten chocolate cake and his sister the lovely french actress Irene Jacob (of Red and The double life of Veronique) played french games with the children.... the warmth of the sun, the young spirits, the delicate light green sprouts give one hope, once again that winter doesn't last forever.