dinner in a bowl.

my solo week night dinners usually involve greens of some kind combined with various other delights in the beautiful gailan bowl i received for christmas...

everything tastes better when it's in this vessel.

in a calamity jane moment last week, however, i hit the measuring cup against it in the sink, and chip when the pottery, and down the drain the piece fell.

i guess this is what happens when beautiful objects are used in every day life.

here are a couple of meals i've enjoyed in the past week.

notice one before the chip incident, one after.

alela diane + wild divine

salif!

the crowd called out "salif! salif!" when the mali musician left the stage.... amazing energy, the crowd was ecstatic, the show was long and full. such power was in that room, and at the centre of it was this talented musician who seemed to glow from deep within. people getting up on stage, shaking their fantastic booties feeling the groove. in the crowd- hands up!!!!

good day

a good day at the hospital really redeems this whole nursing thing. i left the place on time, not totally exhausted, and having had a few laughs through out the day. the best part was the evening light as i walked out of the place, the light on the downtown buildings, and the blue in the sky. even as i walked into my place, i kept my blinds open a little bit longer just so i could see the night sky arrive.

morning coffee

first of three days off. starting this morning off with a good coffee and noticing the buds on the trees out my window...

low light.

leaving the walls of the hospital after a hustler of a shift, and taking that first breath of fresh evening, now spring time, air. purple hue in the sky, seagulls soaring. mountain tops kissed with snow and pinky light shining to the tip just for a moment before the sun dips below the horizon. then zipping through downtown via taxi (takes too long on a sunday night for transit!) and the streets are lined with white. blossoms. so many. walking up the path to my apartment. daffodils greet me, shining buddha with spring scarf raises a hand... i'm home. time for some curry, internet tv, water and more water, and then bed. it's all ok.

afternoon apartment

recently on my days off i've been particularly interested in listening to new music and looking closely at my surroundings. especially green tea and afternoon shadows. the lengthening day means the light spills in to my apartment at the perfect time in the afternoon and i lap it up. the space looks different, more awake but also more mysterious.