Take my hand and my/heart and soul

I saw Ed Sheeran last week at the Hollywood Bowl with Megan and Monica and Monica’s sister Nikki and I have to say it was one of the best shows I’ve been to in a while. I love going to shows where I know every song, where the performer has an amazing energy, and where I can sing along with no qualms.

Ed performed solo, using a loop pedal set-up, which was amazing. He is truly a talented musician through and through, and his energy carried the entire Hollywood Bowl despite being a Wednesday and being 90 degrees out.

I don’t even care that I was surrounded by teenagers who are in love with the pop artist, because he’s just so good and because I think being embarrassed about the music you like is dumb. If it makes you shake your hips, it’s the right stuff, and what’s so wrong with that?

I love the Hollywood Bowl because I love being outside listening to live music – there is just nothing like it. Concert season is ramping up, again, and tonight we’re headed back to the Bowl to see Back to the Future with a live orchestra.

But back to Ed. He was amazing, funny, and just was having so much fun it was crazy. His mashups were just amazing, too. Our song for the wedding was Thinking Out Loud, and all his songs off of X really make me happy deep in my soul.

I’ve made a Spotify list for y’all so you can listen to the set list.

Next up, Needtobreathe in a couple weeks – another show I cannot wait for.
Happy Tuesday, folks.

friday nights.

Friday nights are for walking steps in your living room catching up on Parenthood until you reach 10,000 steps so you can eat an enchilada and binge watch Law & Order: SVU.

Friday nights are for attempting tripod yoga and pull ups and forearm balance and for Pinteresting yoga poses that you want to attempt someday, someday maybe.

Friday nights are for finding new recipes to try at home, for having two squares of dark chocolate just because, and for catching up on a swath of food blogs that I don’t normally have a chance to read.

Friday nights are for avoiding crickets that are crawling around in your apartment and then learning the consequences of that (as I type this I hear the cricket creaking in my kitchen faster and faster as though it was 100 degrees out.)

Friday nights are for promise. The promise of coffee in the morning. The promise of a wide-eyed weekend of cooking, and meeting new people.

Friday nights are for hope. Friday nights are everything wonderful about life.

And we’re set alight, we’re afire love

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Another year of tree burning down. This year we celebrated on January 3, right after new years. There were a handful of people who came straight from the airport, committed to making the family reunion, sleepiness be damned. This year was unusually cold, and we all had a couple extra layers on as the sun settled down across the horizon and the trees flared through the sky.

There was an amazing sunset and it was lovely to see everyone after a holiday apart. These events always bring the love and friendship and really, family, that we have in Los Angeles to the forefront of my mind, and this event is one of my favorite of the year – an amazing start to another amazing year. Plus, I always love heading back to the place where Jeff asked me to marry him in front of these same friends. It’s a reminder of all that we’ve been through together and all that’s yet to come.

Happy 2015, y’all. Thanks to Jeff for the photos, more here.

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you’re vicious like the blue sky

Jeff has been working crazy hours, and I have been sick, so this Sunday, which is the first day in a week I am really feeling like myself, I am enjoying a relaxing day doing exactly the following things:

writing thank you cards // working on wedding stuff // crossing things off my list // catching up on GMS stuff long neglected // photographing some delicious foods made by E // video chatting with my family because my dad is the best // eating pizza for breakfast // drinking coffee for the first time since Tuesday // listening, twice, to Matt Nathanson Live at the Point because, damn. // heading to yoga to flow it out // reading the book club book // cracking open the latest NatGeo with gusto // making playlists, because it’s been too long // braiding my hair, always // contemplating why baby mockingbirds have made their home in the tree outside our window // researching the nesting period of mockingbirds // don’t worry it’s only 12-14 days // good news, they don’t reuse their nests // writing for GMS because, funfetti. // missing my boo but knowing i’ll see him this week // living.

happy Sunday, loves.

be each other’s light in the dark

Happy Thursday, you guys!

Tonight it’s raining in Los Angeles (thank the Rain Gods) so when I went for a run, I left my music and headphones at home, gave Jeff my intended course, and headed off to run a mile and a half, part of week two of my 5k training.

Turns out when I run without music Radio Lab, I run much faster. I shaved 1:40 off of my pace, and although I definitely could tell I was running faster, I didn’t realize it was THAT much faster. Like, PR for my mile faster. Which is exciting because this time around, doing yoga EVERY time I run, I am not fatigued every other day when I head out, and my legs aren’t getting tired like they were before, because they are stronger, and looser, and better.

So, dear rain, thank you for falling over me as I ran, keeping me cool, forcing my personal best out of me, focusing me on my pace and my breath and the air around me.

And thank you, yoga, for keeping my legs prepared to move my body.

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Namaste // Happy Friday // Happy Rain // Happy Life.