i spy a new year

i do believe
the countdown has begun....

so put on your hottest number 
cuz it's
....see you on the other side.
2012 kisses
~ m


holly jolly saturday cheer

who says you need mistletoe

less is more

i believe...do you?

 next years project...
ornaments made from old books or stories you love

happy saturday!
xoxo ~ mrs m



i am a girl divided

i am a girl with a sky high stiletto in one world 

and a frye boot in another 

in one world 
i am stylish and polished
i am made-up and manicured, painted and plucked
i manage, i direct, i delegate and create
i think about security and the norm
what happens next week and next year
i debate newt or romney
benjamin moore vs valspar
....i am successful

in another world
i am casual and uninhibited
i am natural and relaxed, wild and free
 i work with people and the planet with hearts and with souls
i  wander the world, sleep in strange places
i think about freedom and moments 
and raising our babies on boats
....i am different

in one world
my home is surround sound and granite
breakable and fresh

in another
its rough and tumble
and dirty footprints
its open windows and salty breezes

at times i feel i'm cheating on myself
i'm just not positive 
which me i'm actually cheating on

and so i wonder....
 if one world will eventually become more comfortable than the other
if i learn to embrace each of the me's 
... i can truly find a way.... 
to have the best of both worlds

xoxo~ m


monday, monday

happy monday
may all your wakings be this lovely

and here's an angelic remake of a classic....
angus & julia stone
i dare you not to fall in love

~ mrs m


color me happy

this time of year more than any other
.....the world is draped in color
it's all around us

everywhere we look a proliferation of
white lights and colored lights
twinkling lights and blinking lights
red bows and green wrapping, 
gold orbs, silver stars
brown mangers and purple ribbon 
....white snow.

we decorate our yards, our homes
windowsills, mantels, doors, offices, cars, trees
evey available surface
is festooned with all the spectrum's of the rainbow.

and it's awesome
there is something fun and therapeutic and magical about
lights on evergreen branches....
just because

but what about us?
what if
we had another month where we also decorated...
but that month we decorated souls?

what if we took a month to paint the most vivid colors of our mind
to let our creativity flow onto the canvas of our life
to mix colors with abandon
to get a little messy
to see each others inner reds and blues
to splatter and drip
to run our fingers through vibrant yellows and mellow greens
and to admire the imperfect stokes and lines of  your inner artist

can you imagine?
i wonder how we'd feel?
i wonder if at the end of that month
we'd slowly wipe off the red
and brush off the blue
sadly packing away our paints and childlike parts of ourselves
for another year...

or if we'd leave tube of purple on our desk
as a reminder of who we really are....



the dressing

this thanksgiving
my mom outdid herself 
yet again

chalk board place cards 
on little birch stumps
oyster stuffing and sage rubbed turkey

 the puuuuurfect table.....
topped off with my aunt carole 
who visited from fl 

mr c...of course :)

grateful me


the mystery of it all

i sat down to write
....to attempt
in a fumbling, bumbling human m sort of way
to explain these soul shaking feelings
of ebb and flow
of joy and sorrow
of simplicity and complexity
of connectedness and isolation
of love and anger
of fear and acceptance
of confidence and insecurity
of strength and weakness
of yes and no
of optimism and pessimism
of stay or go

and then i read this and i thought
awwww, someone else feels it too.

i bow to the eloquence.....enjoy

and may we all be thankful for the many
ebbs and flows this thanksgiving
xoxo~ m


I once participated in a public debate with another scientist on issues surrounding science and religion. I was an atheist with sympathies for the sacred character of human experience and he was an atheist without such sympathies. At one point in the discussion I tried to convince him that inclinations to "spirituality" or a sense of "sacredness" (with or without an institutional religion) was a response to the essential mystery that came with being human. He paused for long moment and then replied.

"There is no mystery"

It took me a while to pick my jaw off the floor and find an appropriate response.

I had made it pretty clear that, being an atheist, I was not arguing for a "God" of the gaps. Neither was I arguing that limits to knowledge (if they exist) imply we should be worshiping before some choice of deity. Instead I was simply pointing to that fundamental weirdness, that "stranger-in-a-strange land" quality of being human. I was pointing to that mystery because I think its best part of the whole trip.

We just find ourselves here. With our individual birth we just "wake-up" and discover ourselves in the midst of an extraordinary world of beauty and sorrow. All around us we see exquisite and exquisitely subtle orders played out effortlessly. From the lazy descent of fall leaves to the slow unfolding of cloudscapes in empty blue skies, it is all just here and we are just here to see it.

Day after day we wake again to find the world still here, waiting for us as we play out our own small dramas with their small triumphs and terrible heartbreaks. And then, remarkably, astonishingly, just here just ends.

For me that is the mystery. No amount of explanation, be it a "Theory of Everything" or a religious theology, will reduce the power of its experience. The primitive quality of feeling, the presence of life and its luminosity, is the mystery and I am damn thankful for it.

It is the essential and unalterable question mark saturating the verb "to be" that makes science worth pursuing and gives art its potency. It sets our loves and loss into a context that has no context and somehow makes it all bearable.

I will feel that mystery again as my family converges from across the state and across the continent to gather at the Thanksgiving table. I will feel it, knowing how deeply I love them all and how bound I am to lose them all. I will feel the mystery and be thankful to it, to them and to the world entire.

What else, after all, is there to do?

images here



true blood

all this vampire fever has me wondering,
are they real?

while i can't be proof positive about the blood sucking kind,
i am 100% sure the emotional kind exist.

how do i know this?
i work with one.

my co worker...
definately shooting for evil.

here's an average morning:
me, bright,smiley and appropriately shine-y (?): 
"good morning nameless colleague (nc), how was your evening?"

to which nc, not bothering to look in my direction
 "i hate it when you're in before me, it throws off my whole day"

or this exchange:

"i don't really like what you posted on our social media site" 

me, trying my hardest to be super accomidating in the face of
such wonderful and positive energy:
 "grrrrreat, so i'm more than happy to put something up 
you would like.  suggestions?"

"no suggestions, just not what you put up."

i could go on....
 about how she got our boss fired.
prefers to sit in total darkness.
insists on some 007 computer cover
so no one can see what shes "working on"
mumbles to herself
sucks coffee, water, soup anything....through a straw
or how she doesn't like....well, anyone

but all that i can handle...really
it's the total pessimism, the total negativity,
the stone cold bitchiness i can't abide.

i have been troubled by this
i have taken this personally
i have tried to win her over

tonight, i am done with vampires
(with a small exception for bill and edward)
tonight i say

some people just like being miserable

i'm just glad i'm not one of them

feelings found here 


morning joe

happy 11.11.11

it's a cool crisp friday in november
one of those aww-yeah kind o days.
so it's with a cup of joe in my hands
and some resolutions in mind 
that i sit down to change my world.

because today i am

enjoy all the moments 
this weekend brings your way.



bad to the b

i'm pretty sure i was a bad girl in a previous life

not a bad girl wanna be
but an honest to god 

thrill seeking

dreadlock rockin

tattoo flashing

bad boy loving

party going

catch me if you can

 bad girl.

now a days
this is about as bad as it gets 

but i still like knowing she's in there
just looking for the right moment 

to reappear....

xxxx~ mrs m

all kinds of bad girls found