To live is to be slowly born

A single event can awaken within us a stranger totally unknown to us. 

To live is to be slowly born.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

I watched as the clouds began to part

I had a plant named Marzipan for a few months, but then it died. The plant looked nice against my green walls with all the maps and postcards and photographs. It sat on my desk where I sit and do homework and eat an inordinate amount of dark chocolate berries. My window is right next to my desk; it doesn't lock but it is often open, bringing air from the alleyway.

Last year at this time I slept in a red room filled with photos and antiques that weren't mine with a small window overlooking a garden. There was a table at the foot of my bed that displayed a train of small elephants. I would always knock the little one down by accident when I moved around the room in the morning, but it never broke.

I wonder what space I'll inhabit next year at this time.

Just some thoughts.

Photography by Kate Chausse and post title from Isaac by Bears Den.

I know why I lost control of my heart and soul

Well this girl sure knows how to dress, and she's got some awesome tattoos. In another life, I would like to be her please.

The day after my internship ends (one week), I'm flying out to London for my cousin's wedding! So excited, gotta make sure I look like I know how to dress. Gotta take some pointers from this girl.

Check out her blog, Et Pourquoi Pas Coline. Post title from Don't Wake Me Up by Lianne La Havas, a beautiful song.

I had nothing to lose and I had nothing to prove

Yesterday my friend met up with me during my lunch break to check out the Poetry Foundation's free exhibit, Images of Afghanistan.  The exhibit showcased landays, a form of oral folk poetry that is often one of the few forms of expression for women in Afghanistan. The exhibit is over now, but definitely check out the articles on because these poems should be read.

The exhibit was small and simple but informative.  What I really enjoyed was the space, the physical building of the Poetry Foundation. I had applied for an internship there a few years ago to no success so that's a little awkward now. But man, wouldn't it be amazing to work in that space. I will definitely have to come back during my lunch breaks to sit and read some Adrienne Rich in that library. Yep, Chicago has some gems.

Post title from I Wanna Go by Summer Heart.

The heart surges

From time to time, 

when a piece of music no one has ever written, 

or a painting no one has ever painted, 

or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, 

a new feeling enters the world.

And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, 

the heart surges, and absorbs the impact."

Nicole Krauss (The History of Love) 

We aren't caught up in your love affair

Since I spend most of my day listening to music on Spotify in order to get through the work day, I have been discovering new music. 
Actually that's a lie, I've been listening to the same five songs on repeat all day. One of the songs is Royals by Lorde. 
Everything about this song, I love. The music, the lyrics, the video, the accent. Yeeeah.

To speak a better story

 "I think this is when most people give up on their stories. They come out of college wanting to change the world, wanting to get married, wanting to have kids and change the way people buy office supplies. But they get into the middle and discover it was harder than they thought. They can't see the distant shore anymore, and they wonder if their paddling is moving them forward. None of the trees behind them are getting smaller and none of the trees ahead are getting bigger. They take it out on their spouses, and they go looking for an easier story."

"We live in a world where bad stories are told, stories that teach us life doesn't mean anything and that humanity has no great purpose. It's a good calling, then, to speak a better story. How brightly a better story shines. How easily the world looks to it in wonder. How grateful we are to hear these stories, and how happy it makes us to repeat them."

"He said to me I was a tree in a story about a forest, and that it was arrogant of me to believe any differently. And he told me the story of the forest is better than the story of the tree."

- A Million Miles in a Thousand Years by Donald Miller (one of my favorites)