• I found hope in Hope thanks to nature and my nieces.
  • Reminder: There is always light at the end of the tunnel(s).
  • Possibilities.
  • "After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on - have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear - what remains? Nature remains." Happy 200th birthday, Walt Whitman
  • Spring is always the most alive after the darkest and rainiest of winters. #hyggehouse
  • "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." C. S. Lewis. Or, as the Secret Sisters sang, "Tomorrow will be kinder."
  • "It was here in Big Sur where I first learned to say amen." Henry Miller

Friday afternoon I decided to take a last-minute trip up the coast. Every time I've driven it, I've  always had some place to be and up against time.

But not this trip.

Friday I spent time in Santa Barbara and Paso Robles.

Saturday I spent time in Steinbeck country (of Mice and Men is one of my favourite books) and finally drove the G16 across to Carmel before heading up for a quick stop to see of my friends who I would literally drive 8hrs for only to spend 2 hours with.

Today I got up super early and got a super big coffee so I could drive down highway 1, through Big Sur and hopefully beat the crowds.

Henry Miller is the author of some of my other favourite books so as I drove though Big Sur I thought of him and Steinbeck and how they wrote about what they knew, what they loved, and what they questioned. I've had this idea in my head for a new project and community that I know will resonate and mean something but just unsure how to begin.

So I made sure today to stop when I wanted to. Linger when I needed. Drive wherever for however long.

And, after all the times driving through Big Sur, I finally stopped at a beach. I spent two hours here practically alone and just was.

People say it but there is something magic about Big Sur and today was the first time I felt it. I felt the shift, the inspiration, the hunger. And I felt wet sand between my toes. 
I'm ready.

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  • Last week I drove through the area of Malibu that was most hard hit from the fires. It was completely devastated only last December but now, life is blooming again in a way I've never seen it before. The scars are there and it will take 20yeara to get back to where it was but life is back. That's the amazing, heartbreaking and beautiful thing about life. #malibustrong #earthday



Home is where the [hat] is

February 11, 2007
New York Hat

I have always been a vagabond in nature; always seemingly on the move and even though I want to nest, if I do it for too long I panic just a little. Perhaps that’s why I travel so often and am once again going from place to place. But what this has taught me is that truly, your home is where your heart is and if you’re open to it, it can be anywhere – even a hotel room.

When I look for a hotel, I have certain needs such as location, decor, safety but most importantly, cosiness. I often want a room that could be a room I would rent if I lived in that hotel. There are exceptions to this; there’s no Ritz I could actually rent but enjoy that and the Four Seasons just the same – even if they can become a little generic and cold feeling (save the Ritz Paris and Four Seasons Henri V!). But for the most part, I want a room to feel like a little home since that is literally where I’ll hang my hat.

And after a red-eye to New York from Los Angeles, and then a day around New York with amazing, talented, rock star women (thank you Sara for giving me my first subway ride, Summer for words of wisdom and Felicia for the tour of NY) I needed to head home and unwind. I had been in the same clothes and mascara since 8AM the previous morning and wanted to just wash the day of travel off.

When I got back to my lovely room at the 70 Park Avenue Hotel, the lights were low, there were battery operated “candles” going, a martini get up and a Jazz CD playing. And did I mention that Felicia had so very kindly given me a book I have been coveting for a very long time? Oh, and the best part – I had bought out Babycakes (we’re talking $50 worth of baked goods) so I had Pink Cupcakes, too? See, home!

As I walked through the city, sat in a couple of cafe’s, looked in a couple of shops and dished with my New York girlfriends, I felt at home. Which is good for it’s where, for the next two nights at least, I’ll hang my hat.

  • Reply
    jamesNo Gravatar
    March 9, 2007 at 2:29 PM

    I love that bag I love that bag I love that bag.


    Where’d you get it?

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