Dieu on the Grass

Palomar Hotel, San Francisco

While exploring San Francisco during my visit this Christmas, I came across this beautiful hotel. The color of it reminds me of macarons, those lovely little French pastries that taste so good.

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Macarons from my last trip to Paris.

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The woods are lovely

I’m a city girl, but how I often long for nature.

More photos from Muir Woods.

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At Muir Woods, California

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Sun shining through the Red Wood trees.

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Hiked till sun down and the moon appeared.

Art and Life

Visited a museum shop today and while browsing, I came across some handmade jewelry by a local artist. Although the jewelry was beautiful, I really loved her artist statement:

I love the way the Russian writer, Leo Tolstoy, described the importance of art; that it was a means of union among men, joining them together in the same feelings, and was indispensable for the life and progress towards the well-being of individuals and of humanity. Art has purpose. It can capture historical events or aspects of nature. It can symbolize a devotion to the divine, protection from evil spirits, the love of two people, or a commitment to a common cause. It can stir our senses and call us to action. Art contributes to our collective spirit. As the worlds economic forces drive people towards homogeneity, our hunger for the special, the unique, and the innovative will most assuredly grow. Art is the antidote to a bland world.

~Franny. E. Strathern

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Christmas Shopping Mall Decorations Done Right

I was passing through my local mall the other day and was awestruck by the hundreds of strings of lights suspended from the skylight. The lights spanned across at least 3 levels.

It reminded me of a sky full of stars. Christmas decorations at their classiest.

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Christmas Snowflake Ornament

Purchase of the day. I love this so much that I’ll probably keep it out all year round!

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Your Heart is the Size of a Fist

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– Lora Mathis

A Museum of Personal Objects part II

I’d like to think that my things don’t own me, and have imagined the freedom that would come with living a Spartan existence. Every few months I take stock of my belonging and throw away or donate things I never use. But it seems to me I am always collecting more than I throw away.

My love for history and museums and the innate curator in me though, likes to imagine things are more than just things. Some things can tell you a lot about a person.

Here is part 2 of my collection of things.

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Seasons in the city

Autumn passes and one remembers one’s reverence.
Winter passes and one remembers one’s perseverance.

~Yoko Ono

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The Loveliness of Winter

 Outside the window, in the darkened yard, there’s snow. That kissing sound against the glass. It will melt off because it’s only November, but still it’s a foretaste. I don’t know why I find it so exciting. I know what’s coming: slush, darkness, flu, black ice, wind, salt stains on boots. But still there’s a sense of anticipation: you tense for the combat. Winter is something you can go out into, confront, then foil by retreating back indoors. 

~Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin 

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The brittle cold of winter brings out many things, such as colds, numb toes, the early dark evenings and chilly mornings, the layers of coats, scarves, and other wooly things, soft armour to brace one against the biting north winds.

But with winter there are the things that I love the most. The reward and comfort of drinking a whole pot of tea with a good book after braving the snow and ice. These things are so much more enjoyable in winter.

The hermit in me secretly loves winter.

Yes, I get terribly sick almost every time this year, and yes, my skin peels and cracks from the frosty, dry air, and yes the inconveniences of snow blizzards and -30°c below weather takes its toll on everything, but I can’t help but love it. Winter means snowflakes, and cuddles, and rosy, frostbitten cheeks, and the gratitude that comes with having a warm home to return to, and the generous empathy and help for those who aren’t as fortunate to have that.

So, while I, like many complain about the freezing temperatures, I think I would miss winter if it never came.

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I’m all snotty and sniffly, but gosh darn it, this is good tea! Now, I just hope this cold goes away before it turns into the usual “I sound like I’m dying” cough.

Selfie Pop-Art

I’ve avoided posting selfies or photos of myself since I started this blog two years ago. These are more “creative” selfies, that I can simply appreciate (or not) artistically in an objective way, without my usual private need to remain anonymous. Anyways, we’re all friends here, so no need to be shy!

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Cats

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Part II: 3 Rules to live by

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1. Be gentle even when you don’t feel like it.

2. Choose one thing to look forward to at the beginning of your day no matter how simple or small.

3. When you don’t have a friend around, chocolate and books are always good options.

Restless

Under the weight of the night
When loneliness is most aching.
Let your heart beats fall through you.
Let them hit each nerve along your spine
Like gentle
Yet strong fingers
hitting piano keys, each beat a bird song
Singing to be heard.

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Temporary Jewelry Tattoos

I have always loved the idea of getting a permanent tattoo – something delicate and flowery. In particular,  jewelry design tattoos have always appealed to me for their feminine, simple, and understated look. However, I am a big baby when it comes to pain, so I’ll probably never have the courage to go through with it.

In the mean time, these gorgeous temporary gold tattoos are great substitutes, and I think are even better than the real thing!

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Bloom

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~dieuonthegrass

Quote for the day

I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is. I have a right to be this way. I can’t apologize for that, nor can I change it, nor do I want to. We will never have to be other than who we are in order to be successful. We realize that we are as ourselves unlimited and our experiences valid. It is for the rest of the world to recognize this, if they choose.

~Alice Walker, The Color Purple

Thought of the day

It is better
to be broken
hearted
than
hard-hearted.

Poem of the Universe

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~dieuonthegrass

Gardens

Old photos from my day at the Devonian Gardens in my city.

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