Henry David Thoreau went and lived on a pond for two years to teach himself how to truly live a life of purpose and to the fullest. He pared down his personal belongings to the most basic necessaries and lived a life in which he, just as an angler casts his line into the water for fish, cast his mind into the cosmos for enlightenment. To Thoreau, a human’s most important task is to live, not merely to exist; to suck out all the marrow of life.
With that in mind, I write this blog with the intention of sharing the things that spark my interest and that help me live life to the fullest. While I have no intention of moving into a shack in the woods on a pond, I will use this blog to share things that I enjoy, that make me happy.
The list is quite long, and naturally (as it is me,) a bit unfocused diverse. Topics include design, interior décor, architecture, entertainment, music, books, shopping, travel, photography, my fixations, addictions, and guilty pleasures, food, drink, delving into the city I love, RVA, my family and friends, my upcoming art and photography projects, social media, advertising, social consciousness, the beauty of the world around us, enlightenment, and maybe even my cat, Jonah.
Entries will vary from long, drawn out, essay-like posts to pictures with little to no commentary. They may include videos, playlists, links, etc. This weblog will not be anything too personal—I will not write anything that would leave me in fear for my career and livelihood. It will be something that both my boss and my grandmother(s) could read without getting up in arms. It will be PG-13 and safe for work. Admittedly, showing restraint when it comes to language will be an arduous task—newsflash to people who may not know me in a social setting or who are hearing impaired and/or lack the skill of lip reading: I have the mouth of a sailor. I’m still a good Southern girl; I just have a wider, more colorful vocabulary than most.
And so we begin, dear readers, whoever you might be.
Today I challenge you to live your life with time as your companion, with every moment savored—not wasted or killed, but celebrated. Get to marrow sucking, friends!
