existence is never static...

falling in love all over again

with autumn. the f-bomb and i went to sandy beach (my fav) this morning and it was awesome. it was peaceful and calm. the air was crisp and clear but it wasn't too cold, just a nice nip to the air that made breathing deep. the water sparkled. the air smelled of woodsmoke. the birds were loud and joyous and waves lapping the beach were rhythmic and serene. i am always sad to see the summer go and it seems to go so quickly but today i remembered why i love the fall best of all. time slows a little. my island becomes mine again as the summer people pack up and move off to warmer climates or city living. i make more soup. the autumn is an industrious and busy time too. trying to get those last minute things done before the winter sets in and we settle down with our winter things. i still need to go camping, i still need to visit miles in ashburnham, i still need to get to north conway. this morning the sun is shining in my window and i am making soup and doing homework and thinking about the new quilt i want to make to curl up with this winter and i am falling in love with the leaves changing the and air and the blue of the ocean and i am falling in love with fall.

sarah's theme:

what we think, we become.
buddah

things i'm loving right now in no particular order.

1. stella pinot grigio
2. man's search for meaning by viktor e. frankl
3. gomoos
4. being back in school and absorbing.
5. the harbormaster at portlandpie
6. rainy sundays
7. the pogie mafia
8. the predator
9. splicing ropes. still.
10. self actualization
11. biggie smalls is the illest
12. swallowfield
13. gustav klimt

lets worship real heroes.

alice paul. imprisoned and beaten for advocating women's right to vote. she went on a hunger strike while in prison and they tied her hands to her chair and shoved a tube down her throat. they then proceeded to shove liquids down her throat until she vomited. she was tortured for weeks until word leaked to the press. for believing that women should have the right to vote. i thank all the women out there that fight and refuse to settle for less that what we all deserve as humans. and i thank all the men out there that support the strong women in their lives as their friends, lovers, partners, sisters, mothers and daughters or whatever. lets love and worship and respect the heroes we have around us.

today, along with alice paul, my hero is my mother, kendra. its her birthday and she has just turned a lovely 54. love you mumz. you are the bestest role model a daughter could have.

authenticity.

the truth of what one says lies in what one does.
bernhard schlink

like a little school girl....

today is my first class of my masters program. i'm nervous.

a sunday ride

i worship good food.

#1. hamilton family cook out tomorrow so i made the best ever kale salad katie shared with me earlier this summer. and now i am passing along the love.

make this salad the day or several hours before you want to eat because it needs to soak up the yumminess of the marinade.

freshy fresh kale.
wash. de-stem and tear into smaller, bite size pieces. katie says she rubs the kale with salt to aid in the wilting process but you only need to do that if you don't have a lot of time before you want to eat it. if you make it the day before the marinade makes the kale wilt so i usually just put the kale in a bowl and sprinkle with salt and let it sit while i make the marinade.

marinade.
**olive oil of the virgin persuasion
**red wine vinegar. i use a pomegranate red wine variety that is good and has extra anti-oxidants. but any would do. i've never used balsamic but i think it would be good too.
**shallots or red onion sliced thinly
** garlic
**pepper
**tamari
**maple syrup
**mustard or mustard powder
**ginger, fresh or ginger powder
put all ingrediants in a jar or whatever and shake.

pour over kale. put in the fridge. let infuse. eat it up later. its amazing. and good for you.

#2. in celebration of miles' visit this past weekend i made his mom's linguine feta yumminess.i've been making this recipe for over 8 years and it never, ever gets old. the only thing i ever change is the variety of beans. this is probably the easiest thing ever to make. and it tastes like heaven in your mouth.

make linguine.
strain and set aside.

while thats doing its thing do this in a wok:
saute a white onion in olive oil and tamari until translucent.
add garlic.
add beans. these work best: navy/cannelini beans; chick peas/garbanzo beans
add chopped tomatoes. any kind of tomato will do.
season with pepper.
add linguine
saute briefly until warm.
add feta cheese. melt a little.
serve immediately.
you don't even know how good this is.

check out what my friend porter has been up to

"swimming cities of switchback sea"
be sure to look at the multimedia section to see the photos....

dogs do lick toads to get high.

my dog is a junkie. frothing frodo.

word. roots. i find this interesting.

the word care comes from the latin word caru which means "sorrow, anxiety, grief," and that to care is to lament. as cameron would say... isn't that weird? but think about it. really think about what it means to care. about someone, a cause, an ideal, anything.

ric is sick.............

this is awesomeness is my oldschool friend's arm. check it out. its crazycool.

by dingwell. portland.me

and some info

read here if you have concerns about bob.

the death of bob.

i happen to live in an apartment connected to the house that my parents bought when my mum was just 18. when the parents divorced bruce stayed and my mum left. my childhood sandbox has always been out front. i noticed this morning however that the sandbox is gone. the sand is still there but the box around it is gone. sad. this brought back a flood of memories, including bob. bob was my imaginary friend. i really, truly loved bob. we did a lot together. we spent lots of time in that sandbox chatting it up. my sister hated bob. i worshipped my sister. she also hated me at the time but i think that she hated the fact that i had something she didnt have and couldn't even see for that matter. when she would happen upon me having a grand old time with bob she would get...agitated. she would insist that he wasn't real. i was not convinced. i could see him. there he was with his red shirt on and sandy fingers. there was the castle we were builing together, the shovel at his feet. the juice can used a mold in my hand. or, yeah, that's him, swinging on the swing next to me, swinging his chunky little legs and pumping away to try to get higher than me (yeah right). i would sing and he would sing too. micheal row your boat. rhiannon. good day sunshine. and then the sister. telling me i was nuts for having a fake friend that was a boy no less. i never listened. she would yell at him to leave but she never seemed to yell directly at him because she never knew where he was. until one day. bob and i were kicking it in sandbox, letting the cool sand trickle over our legs and through our fingers talking about this and that. then the sister came home and was immediately all over bob and me in the sandbox. she stormed up to us and demanded to know exacty where bob was. um. hello. he's right next to me. the sandbox~ not very big. the sister picks up a bucket. fills it with sand and dumps it right on bobs head. i freaked. what was that for? you got sand in his eyes! his mouth! and the sister laughed and said bob's dead sarah. and walked away. and poof. bob was gone. and he never came back. the power of the sister, the giver of light, the taker of life.