The daffodil I picked up
was at your house
the one I felt as I strolled by Hoyt and Sackett.
You made me laugh
playfully whispering
the scent of roses and solidarity in my ear.
Why is it that I'm still flooded
with torrid rain as I listen to your heart?
Quenching the chest
with the drink of what's to come.
Looking for sprouts
in the damp Brooklyn earth.

 ‘ Love is the extremely difficult realisation that something other than oneself is real.’
Iris Murdoch

manifique

Un film qui porte des larmes aux yeux. Émouvant, plein d'âme et sagesse.

a big little love

My son has a girl friend. They are 6 (well she just turned 6 and Jan is one month away from his birthday). They admire each other, listen, laugh, are thoughtful to their needs and give each other lots of space.  It is a good friendship like any other but with someone of the opposite sex. Everyone in the school knows about it, they sit together at lunch and hold hands. They also have other friends and to them it's no question that they like each other best. They have discussed it.

I like to imagine that this is were genuine friendships are formed, that all relationships, regardless with men or women, begin with just two people who like each other for who they are. They are open, free and not afraid to express their needs all the while knowing the other is there. There is no weight placed on yesterday or tomorrow, but just the quality of enjoying each other in the now.

DVF 2013

I don't often post fashion on my blog, but considering this is fashion week in NYC (and spotting quite a few trendsetters roaming the streets) I couldn't help but browse the fall 2013 offerings. This whole fashion game can leave me a bit overwhelmed, to the point that I just want to run in the opposite direction with a bit of a sour taste in my mouth. Perhaps it's that I'm seeking style in a sea of ever changing trends. Style is timeless and forever. It moves with the body in a way that elevates the integrity of that person. It dignifies them. Fashion I'm not so sure has the same aims. I did however catch my breath at a few pieces in DVF collection. And perhaps it's that Diane Von Furstenburg, herself, has never strayed far from her sense of style and for that reason alone, I'm a bit of a fan. I'm fortunate to own a couple dresses and find that season after season they hold a certain freshness and mobility. These two pieces, from her fall 2013 collection are a beautiful example.

Love Poem

Love Poem

If we clock a lemon falling
from the balcony six floors down,
it will be June by the time it hits
the sidewalk. People will look up
and shout, "it's your birthday!"
What seemed so dark and wintery
has been sprayed with the yellow
light of early June. What rumbles
in our stomachs are not the sausages
of our youth, but the pangs of some
distant love, all vibrant and dangling,
ready to be thrust asunder,
lifted heartily, and mine.

by Todd Colby

colors of winter

Who said winter has to be gray?