Dear heart, I miss

Dear heart, I miss
you, my lonely
companion, I
miss our lonely
baths the sound of water
in an empty flat the
sound of pages turning
the way it felt to be
in pain and unafraid or at
least only a little afraid,
I am wanting the sound
of our breath (my breath), lonely
Holly I heard you for a minute the other night
when the traffic fell silent,
at one o’clock in the morning I heard you
in the space between
one kiss and the next

I don't know who I would be without

I don’t know who I would be without
someplace to be going—
if I couldn’t sit here
and be three hundred
miles away, I don’t
know how I would have
survived to this age. Childhood
is funny, all this
business of building
space ships, time
machines,
learning to become
birds

Indian summer sea

Home is here, always. Anywhere where I am standing in this ocean. (Any ocean).

On a warm, warm day in San Francisco, the beach can't be missed. I took the train out after work and was too late for sunset, but the light took its time fading, and I still got to enjoy the soft water on my legs and the soft fine sand under my feet.

Thoughts of winter

First thoughts of winter, and first preparations for winter. I like this herbal remedy to aid against colds and flus. It's a tincture - a very simple way to extract certain properties in alcohol.

The herbs looked so beautiful, with the mixture of flowers and berries and leaves looking like sand art, that I needed to take  a picture before I filled the jar the rest of the way with vodka.

Here's the recipe. I added lemon balm and thyme, increased the quantities of ginger and orange peel, and left out the honey.

Gratitudes + things that are making me happy

• Cut freesias on the dining room table - so many scent memories
• Ocean Beach during Indian summer
• And more chances than usual to walk by the water recently
• Revisiting the natural foods co-op that I first started going to with my mom when I was 13 and a brand-new vegetarian :')
• Brass's dresses
• The way a fresh pen glides across paper
• Writing in my journal sometimes instead of tweeting, and journaling more in general
• Navratan korma
• The smell of dried spearmint
• Watching the original Step Up movie with my sisters, and noticing (and lauging at) how RIDICULOUS everything about it is
• That I got my nerve up to try something new, hard, and fun recently