because we're human...

i take baby steps down the old chipped path in search of the light that fights its way through the thick growth around me. the sometimes careless, but completely loved light claws its way in and if the wind blows, it's forced to start all over, figuring out once again where it will shine. 

maybe we are all like the light, always reaching out to steady ourselves or claw our way in, with hopes of being seen. or felt. or even heard...because we're human.

"see the light in others and treat them as if that is all you see"
~wayne dyer~


from where i sit

i'm sitting in a coffee shop as i type this, which is something i rarely do. 

but so often lately,  i read that "writing" inspiration will likely come to you if you get out of your house/comfort zone and away from your desk/couch and into a different/new environment, so here i am.

i'm down on willy street 
which means absolutely nothing to you 
unless you've been to madison.

the floors are scuffed here and a bit raw like an old gym floor that has never been taken care of and the walls are mint green. sometimes mint green is a tough color to get right. just saying.

there's an old school house looking table in the corner filled with women wearing a combination of pilly cardigan sweaters, round turquoise earrings the size of hula hoops and inappropriate single french braids. they were just joined by a fun loving dread locked wearing man who i'd love to photograph. it's the month of may and he has corduroys on to go with the above mentioned sweaters. 
damn weather.

next to me, the black beaten up leather couch that tends to slouch even when someone gets close to it, holds two girls "catching up," i'm guessing,
based solely on their initial hug and "how are you's?" the one doused in too much perfume does all the talking. she should go home and shower.

the front of the coffee shop is filling up since it's lunchtime, and i think the italian wedding soup and  chicken salad on a croissant sounds delicious. {edited::it was yummy and perfect in every way}


seven things...

1. we make amazing grilled sandwiches. our most recent creation has layers of provolone, nitrate free turkey, nitrate free bacon, thinly sliced avocado, thinly sliced tomato, sautéed portobello mushrooms and red onion, all on sourdough bread. i grew up eating ketchup with my grilled cheese sandwiches, but now we whip up a dip of mayonnaise and sriracha sauce. heaven!!…and yes, you can join us!

2. i just added this song to my playlist and can't seem to get it out of my head...and did i already share bright with you? i wake up in the morning, often {go figure} with "i think you and the moon and neptune got it right, cause now i'm shining bright." oh well…i guess there are so many worse ways to start my day.

3. even though my blog goes for days without a new post, i still find myself scripturient. who doesn't love a new word? you're welcome.

4. now, if could just find a word that means "i don't know what i want, but i know what i don't want." anyone?

5. just today, if what i've read online is true, i no longer like robert herjavec...which is a shame since i really like shark tank even though lori, the queen of qvc, bugs the crap out of me. 

6. sawyer fredericks…yes, he's our pick on "the voice."

7. i used the photo above and made it into that sweet little message below. let's face it. it's not the walls we live within or the things that we own that make a home. it's the people we love, with hearts that beat next to ours, while sharing laughs and tears and holding us up when we become unsteady that truly make any house, a home…right?