Sunflower Farmers Market

Why I love this store!

They actually carry seitan, and the rice sticks I need for pad thai.
Preferred parking for fuel efficient cars, how sweet is that?
It lives up to it's slogan, the prices really are silly!
Found cherry yogurt covered pretzels, my new favorite junky treat.
Great natural food section.
Affordable all-natural, "happy" meat for my meat-eaters.
Umm, and hello it's called SUNFLOWER!

It's like a humble, non-snooty Whole Foods! Exciiiiited. But I still love my local Harmon's! :)

The Country Bunny and the Little Gold Shoes

Sweetest Easter Bunny story I've ever read! This 1939 classic tale of bunnies who deliver eggs to children is also a story of female empowerment! I'm so happily surprised by this pretty little storybook I never knew existed before today. I'll be reading it to my kids tonight before they go to sleep and dream of the Easter Bunny and her golden shoes!

Happy Easter!

Not too late!

The killings have been delayed because of an ice block. Just got an email from the Humane Society asking for letters to our senators. Please send one today!

Better to be 34 than this Awkward Kid!

Braces, big bangs, hot pink lips, electric blue eye liner, huge t-shirt with turtleneck.

The Light Wraps You

Poems by Pablo Neruda illustrated by Pablo Picasso, ooooooh joy! I am so, soooo happy I happened to come across Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair. Neruda's poetry is unlike any I've ever been exposed to and I'm not sure I've ever read anything more beautiful!

I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains...
These words have been a happy little echo in mind for days! This is the magic of poems for me. Words that leave a lasting mark and enter your thoughts at timely moments. Just like a song.

From We Have Lost Even:

Sometimes a piece of sun
burned like a coin between my hands.

I remembered you with my soul clenched
in that sadness of mine that you know.

Mother and Child and Four Sketches of the Right Hand
Pablo Picasso

This is my favorite one of all.

The Light Wraps You

The light wraps you in its mortal flame.
Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way
against the old propellers of the twilight
that revolves around you.

Speechless, my friend,
alone in the loneliness of this hour of the dead
and filled with the lives of fire,
pure heir of the day.

A bough of fruit falls from the sun on your dark garment.
The great roots of night
grow suddenly from your soul,
and the things that hide in you come out again
so that a blue and pallid people,
your newly born, takes nourishment.

Oh magnificent and fecund and magnetic slave
of the circle that moves in turn through black and gold:
rise, lead and possess a creation
so rich in life that its flowers perish
and it is full of sadness.

"Pure heir of the day", "great roots of night", "the things that hide in you come out again", "so rich in life that its flowers perish"...these words will recite themselves to me time and again.