Zen

7:15 a.m. Time to get my Zen on. 

Don't worry I was going to take a picture when the pool was untouched by human hands, placid, but Mr. So-and-so here dive-bombed the shot. 

Dallas

Week before last I went to a conference in Dallas. The weather was perfect. 

I spent an evening at the Dallas temple, which is currently rocking a spot in my top three.

I loved it so much that I went back for a little afternoon serenity. 

And naturally I hit up a Rangers game. Darvish pitched. The evening was perfect. I wore a t-shirt. There was a perfect breeze. The stadium next to the water was too gorgeous to handle, and they had a rentable field for kiddos to use during the game. The sky, the wind, the ambiance. I even talked my way into free parking. 

And in between it all, a conference about dying and a lot of appreciation for my life, my breath. 

The Best Kind of "Your Mom" Jokes

Me: Dad, I'm in love with the Dallas Temple. Did I tell you?

Dad: I'm in love with your mom. Did I tell you? 

Amarillo

Currently sitting on a plane in Amarillo, Texas: the land of country songs and heartbreak. I can most certainly see why. Would you look at that sunset? 

April 7 Stream of Consciousness

Do you ever go through months at a time where you don't really feel like writing in your journal and then suddenly you can't stop writing, sometimes at the rate of multiple entries per day? The other night I was having some insomnia and I remembered that line from Billy Collins

And when my heart is beating
too rapidly in the dark,
I will go downstairs in a robe,
open it up to a blank page,
and try to settle on the blue lines
whatever it is that seems to be the matter.

It probably doesn't help that I recently started reading the collected poems of Dylan Thomas. I can't help but feel a little sad that I read "Do Not Go Gentle" and thought the whole thing would be just as life-changing when it turns out that I basically can't understand anything else in the entire book. Needless to say, I'm reading it with a yellow crayon and highlighting the few phrases that impact me. What is it about reading with a writing utinsil in hand that makes me feel like a poet?

I'm heading on a trip soon and I just really need a fantastic book to read during my (get this) 2 layovers. Sometimes when you don't plan ahead and you don't want to pay $1200 in airfare, you just have to suck it up and get some really good airport literature.

My brother's thoughts on what to do for Lent

Yoga clothes

Another matchymatchy outfit from Ms. Liz. Navy leggings and black clogs. Totes adorbs.