everyday celebrations

Jumping back in

Life is for living.

That’s the whole philosophy behind this tumblr, my photography, my pancakes, my sock choices, my waking and dreaming life. I don’t really need reminders of this simple truthy nugget, but life sees fit to deliver them, anyway. 

I don’t resist or shun these cosmic memos – whatever their form –  since floating in the waves is significantly easier than trashing against the current.

I am not up for delving into the details of A Summer Gone Awry, explaining away my absence from this site, my career, and really, my life, except to say:

Celebrating everyday is what carried us through our dark, frightening, cheek to cheek dance with mortality.

New traditions were born out of it. Saturday morning cartoons have more prominence than their magnificent run during the summer of 1987. Soft sheets and exactly perfect pillows are more valuable than jewels strewn on the ocean floor. Hand holding emerges a far more intimate practice than 63% of the Kama Sutra.

The moment we were granted a reprieve from constant worry and sad panda faces, you better believe we took to literal and figurative high five-ing, hollering, and jumping.

Even if it’s all snatched away from us again tomorrow:

Today, we lived.