freedom hangs like heaven over our heads

Happy Saturday mail carriers, lovestruck loners, and lazy dogs. I'm sitting by an imaginary fire. It's cloudy and dark out. I could waste my time wishing for the sun. But I'd rather wish for flavors of strawberry, warm hands, friendly faces, populated avenues....





A month or two ago, my dad purchased color filters for my camera. Two days ago, me and my mom shared an adventure that included chocolate flavored tea, delicate desserts, and exploring those filters. Our photo adventure began with dandelion bliss, rolling through grassy fields, and watching sailboats as they pass. It ended two hours...two hundred pictures later...



There's something in the air, something in the language of the clouds translating the changing seasons. Good-bye Summer air. Hello- Autumn palette. When I was young, a fleeing summer meant a fleeing happiness. I don't know why. Maybe it had to do with the cold air. Maybe it had to do with the ringing school bells. Maybe it was the sudden curfews, the dry hands, the cold feet. Or surely it was the dying of flowers, the birds spreading wings, the grass not so green. The sun not so bright. The clock not so free. Spring will always be my favorite. Spring's vocabulary is full of welcome home's, I've missed you so, I'll watch you grow. Spring means renewal, and mud, I love mud. What's Autumn? Autumn is the artist. Painting the meadows in deep browns, electric oranges, bright yellows.



Belonging to my anatomy is a life full of warm hearts, warm bodies, and warm love. No matter the season, or how crisp the autumn air is on my flesh, I will always feel the warmth. If I were a bird, with capable wings, I surely wouldn't migrate. This life I'm living is too good.

P.S Autumn weather equals wooly sweaters,
and big boots,
and faux fur,
and thick socks,
and thick knits,
and earthly colors...
and...
and...
a bohemian girl's favorite fashions..yippy!











"When autumn comes, she'll be there
Jasmine still in her hair
Her tea leaves dry by the sea

Many men behind her door
Have heard the bathtub run and longed to love her
And though she doesn't wait for me
We never ask the time when we're together. "

boots- the bay $80
socks- winners $7
top- urban outfitters $20
skirt- tj max $12

peace
and love
and teas
and beds
and deep blue seas
where we rest our heads.

needlework and seedlings

Talk of yesterday, and I will tell you of temperamental skylines in sequence with my heart. I will tell you of loneliness, longing, and imminent departures. Talk of yesterday, and I will sing to you songs of solitude, and empty rooms expanding towards the infinite. Talk of yesterday, and I will tell you of silence, and internal conversations. I will speak to you of blindness, and dim skies. I will tell of you no moon, no stars, just space.

Speak of today, and I will tell you of burning magic and precocious eyes. I will tell you of statuesque skylines, and celestial conversations. Speak of today, and I will tell you of patterns, and languages that make sense. Speak of today, and I will tell you of wings, and sentences that spout like waterfalls. I will speak to you of vivid dreams, and vivid lines. Speak of today, and I will tell you of gates to gardens, flowers in bloom, voices in ballad, and poems on a page. I will tell you of moonlit windows, luminescent constellations, and the sound of hearts beating. Speak of today, and I will tell you. I am real. I am full. I am well.

send a letter to whatswithamy@hotmail.com :)

much love....

travelling by the ocean.

I'm visiting my best friend. The ocean. The scent of the sea, the breeze tickling my cheeks, and the sand playing with my feet. I belong here.

for pictures, poems, and stories from my travels
visit my tumblr (http://poetryorpollen.tumblr.com/)

the moon is as round as a banjo

When the sun rises, you are not alone. There are hundreds, if not thousands, if not millions of humans with flesh and bone and fingers and toes and eyes that awake to think thoughts of lonely. You'll never be alone. If only you could see that friendships exist everywhere. Friendships are not limited to flesh and tongues that speak and move. Sometimes the truest friend is a pen and paper. A lake that you find yourself always going back to. If only you could see. Those who see the sun rise after days of ill weather, see a better sun. Love is everywhere.





Love is in me. I am happy. All the lonely friday nights, have finally found their place. In this short life, I have been seperated, I have been alone. Now, i'm surrounded by beautiful lips, and steps that take me home. I want to climb the highest hill, reveal all my secrets to the trees below me, and scream "love love love love love" At once, there were tear drops, and aching legs. There was a mind fed by worry, and a tongue sipping madness. Now, look where I am. I no longer dread the night, or fear empty fridays. I have become what I love, and what I love is me.



The weather's rainy. Sometimes, I think the sky is sad, and that's why it spits. Today, I think the sky is raining because the grass needs to grow. And the concrete needs a cleanse. It's raining because hundreds, if not thousands, if not millions need to curl up by a fireplace, read their books,
or wrap themselves in sweaters by the one they love.

another note about love, it's chilling. it's surreal. i've been wrapping myself in sweaters, falling into rainstorms, and cozying by the fire place of my heart with the one i love for 1 year now. happy year of love Carter!



Dancing, you sparkle. You are what happens when music makes love with light.



I have a temporary mental illness. It's one that has caused suffering from one writer to another. "she had writer's block; the words wouldn't come"... I sit at my computer. Most days, I write too much (not that one can write too much).. but my words end up flowing every which way. Today, I sit. I sit. and I sit. All I can think of is the rain outside, and the music I'd like to listen to. I can't think of anything to write. Anything retrospective, or introspective, nothing.... Just words, that cling, and clang, and frustrate me. Maybe I'll just keep keepin on, and leave you with the photographs from my day trip to the mountains. Happy living everyone!

p.s, there's a surprise for you dreamers nearing the end of this post..









//// Surprise! This creature found his way to our vehicle while we were sipping water, taking a break from photography, and resting our eyes. What a nice surprise for us all! If only I was as photogenic as this gem....


















oh deer. if he belonged to you, what would you name him?


outfit;
top- thrifted le chateau $4
skirt- forever 21 $15
belt- the bay $14
shoesies- value village $15

i box up all the butterflies

After all the treacherous waters, the ailments of health, the fragility of hearts,
There will be a butterfly to carry me away.

Do you know. I don't. Is there anything as fragile as one human's heart?

The weather's been moody. I've been inspired. My rooms been messy. I wonder how everyone's feeling today. I'm feeling good vibes, and tired eyes. As of lately, I've been fighting with numbers. Yesterday it was christmas, and suddenly, it's August. I refuse to let the passing of time hurt my heart. It can't hurt my heart. My life is too boring right now anyways, (but! the future looks promising). Thoughts of backpacks, boats, airplanes, museums, any kind of exploration... This is what keeps me well.







"what is your favorite color?" a common question we're asked to ponder, since the day we pick up our first paint brush and splash rainbows onto thin paper
my desired color palettes are always changing. when i first appreciated color, i loved blue. it reminded me of the sky, and the sea where mythical creations were born. then I wanted to be my brother, so my favorite color became red, red like lips and ketchup chips.

as i have gotten older, my love has set for the many hues of nature. violets, orange, brown, greens. nothing is as beautiful as the vibrant wild flower you discover when your feet are in the forest.










Not much has aligned differently, or grown, or taken separate shape, since the last time I wrote to you. My hair is still growing, and my heart is still beating. I haven't taken a new routine, and I still have an insatiable thirst for adventure. My life is too dull. I need more strangeness. The closest thing to strange in my life lately are strangers. There are many strangers I come to meet, we pass a smile, or a glance, and I leave wishing we had made each other into friends.

The future, be there for me. I need that "i'm here for you, let's eat strawberry jam, and share secrets" kind of sort of friend.







do you ever feel bored, but you can't think of something to do?
your casting your own boredom spell, but there is nothing you can think of to do. nothing exciting lights your mind, therefore nothing's exciting unless something spontaneous decides to ignite... can i live off of spontaneity forever?.... i think it's time to design plans.







yesterday i saw you staring out the window watching the birds fly by,
feet sewn to the floor,
eyes filled with dreams.



Now I must run! fruit flies are playing by my couch, and a wine glass is waiting for me. love from me to you. all ways. always.


outfit details
socks- the bay $10
skirt- winners $15
cropped jacket- french connection thrifted $15
shoesies- zellers $10
headband- nyc flea market $15