I can’t resist color. I have to move towards it, have to reorient myself to be closer to things that are vibrant. My favorite part of living in DC is running through the Capital Hill district and seeing all the colors, all the bright doors and bold awnings. The already vivid architecture contrasts with the changing gardens and seasons an it soothes my soul against many of the things that I am struggling to love in this city. This is my favorite street. I like how all the houses were built at once, one continuous brick structure, and then each dwelling was divided by color, was set apart by a bold hue. I like to run by it at sunset and see the way the light floods this street, flowing the colors out of the alley. Whoever painted these houses realized that life is sweeter when lived in color.
- "Art rediscovers, generation by generation, what is necessary to humanness. " -John Gardner
Lately, on InstagramHere’s what I know the second time around: it’s ok not to thrive. Nothing about this newborn stage comes naturally to me, and I have to work to love it. But this time around I know that this doesn’t mean I don’t love my baby. My patience with toddler tantrums far surpasses my patience with infant needs, and that’s ok- you don’t have to enjoy all of parenting equally. There have been lots of moments of pure beauty and total joy over the past four weeks, but there have also been really low moments. Awareness to see the one and grace to forgive the other- that’s my goal. (Photo of one of the more beautiful moments by @little_house_big_love and post-partum dress perfection by @virginiadaredressco )There were at least two moments today where everyone in the house was in tears, including the adult, who got a whopping total of two minutes where someone was not physically attached to her person or needing her attention all day long. But then a person from church that I don’t even know showed up with a whole bunch of food including this homemade blueberry tart, so all in all, not a bad day.