Wednesday, June 26, 2013

almost 10



Our talented friend Pascal Perich took this photo when he dropped off this daughter at Äya's birthday party last weekend. He stopped at the door and even before he could stay "wait a moment" as he pulled out his camera, I knew he was thinking of the light. I too was taken by the way the early evening rays streamed into the cafe, dancing on the walls, on our girls... I was thinking of how grateful I was that he noticed this moment not knowing I would also be in the photo, along with another father.

My daughter is entering a new decade, one where I will be more and more a witness to her beautiful unfolding. She will need me in different ways than the first. I hope I can guide her thoughtfully with openness, patience and understanding. And that I will be present and ready to take on the lessons she will bring my way. I'm so proud of where the first 10 years has brought you.

Happy birthday to my blossoming flower!

Saturday, June 15, 2013

Another moving film by Hansen-Løve. What I appreciate so much about both these films is her ability to look at what it takes to transform us. Life transforms us whether we like it or not. The beauty perhaps lies in whether we can see it and how willing we are to embrace it whole-heartedly.

"freedom is not given to you, it is something you learn"- Hansen-Løve


Wednesday, June 12, 2013

Heart-breakingly beautiful. Thank you Mia Hansen-Løve for films like this.

Thursday, June 6, 2013

Wednesday, May 29, 2013

This kind of makes me want to get a truck!


Monday, May 27, 2013

Tasmanian firestorm

An incredible story of a family's serenity, strength and optimism in face of crisis.


Sunday, May 26, 2013

a love story








A bouquet of peonies graced my home for a week. It's transformation mesmerizing. Every day, every hour was a discovery in color, shape, form, achingly beautiful to witness. The perky coral freshness, giving away to ripe pinks and shades of white, it's presence demanding. One morning they had shed their color to stand bold in white as in prayer to the eminent death that awaited them. Sunday came, the table was scattered with their ethereal petals, fragile shells of a life that fully lived in my dining room.