This is a ‘where are you visting from?’ board at a local restaurant
the only thing I think that can possibly make me feel better right now is beauty: I need golden light and large bodies of water and trees and humidity and in the evenings, I want to watch it all sparkle over the quiet and smile and think, “right now, this is beautiful and this is okay because it is bigger than me, than my tiny little fragile heart. there is no one I want to see, nothing I want to do. I just want to be gone and searching.
"They were pretty clear that that’s what they wanted — the kind of Gwen that they wanted — at my first audition, that she was going to be his equal and that she was going to be a modern woman. But I think especially in the second movie that point is really driven home because she is so willfully putting herself into these situations even though he wants to protect her and keep his distance from her.” — Emma Stone, (x)
I can put my phone down beside my bed and pull my two layers of blankets up over my shoulders, rolling over until I face the wall becoming so content and ready for sleep. But as soon as my phone lights up and I know it’s you, I’ll take the chance of being restless just to see what you have to say. Because time spent on you is much more comforting."
Letters to July
I’ve been teaching film at a theater camp for the past few weeks and had a blast putting together this microproject with my students. A small collection of letters to July by my students (ages 8-12), plus one more from me (age 24).
I’m heading back up to camp in a couple weeks teach at their last session (running August 1-11), so there’s a chance there might be another camp-centric video next month. If you’re between ages 8-18 and interested in exploring the world of theater/performing arts, I’d highly recommend checking out Camp YATC (based in the Santa Cruz Bay Area) - there are still spots left open in their sessions 3 &4! It’s a camp I really wish I could have attended when I was younger.
It’s easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us, too. There will be days where you feel all alone. And that’s when hope is needed most. No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold onto hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to become hope. People need that. And even if you fail, what better way is there to live? As we look around here today, at all of the people who helped make us who we are, I know it feels like we’re saying goodbye. But we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next, to remind us of who we are. And of who we’re meant to be. I’ve had a great four years with you, and I’ll miss you all very much.
sitting in the urgent care waiting room while my friend is getting checked out, watching the storm clouds roll in, and trying not to cry over the tenderness i’m seeing in the two people sitting across from me. a mama and her son (somewhere around twelve years old) are sitting on a couch, the boy curled up into his mama’s nook. she’s rubbing his back and anytime he shifts around, she kisses the top of his head. he whispers something to her while keeping his eyes closed and she pulls him tighter, gently rocking back and forth.
thankful for mamas who love so gently and that he isn’t shy about needing her.
There is nothing more beautiful than watching the sunset after a long hard day and knowing that the world is still full of beautiful things and tomorrow is a fresh start