Ain't She Pretty!

She's my favorite model and such a lovely source of inspiration. Celia is as unique as her name and I love her fiercely- all the way to my toes and split ends. We're completely different and yet she always knows what to say to make me feel better, to laugh and to smile when I'm at my worst. She tells me what TV shows I should spend all night watching next, all sorts of weird health tips she's learning at school, and most importantly- all the great specials at Walgreens (hallelujah!)

Best of all she mooches off me (though she be 5 miles or 500 miles away). My premium Spotify account, my Netflix, my Kindle purchases- it's like I'm giving to charity every day.

But hey- ain't she pretty! 

Where I learned to breathe...

Lately, I've seen a lot of these beautiful water pictures and decided to try. So I went out for my last swim in Lake Michigan this summer and brought my trusty camera. 

Sunset is my favorite time to swim. In September, the water tends to be clear and as the sun sets, little dots of gold sparkle down the backs of the waves that you can see when you're just below the surface. I often wish I never had to resurface. Most people dislike the cold September water- I'm often the only one in the water for miles but I love it. It's a small reprieve from the heat that eats at my mind. The coldest water pools down at the bottom, near the sands on calm days and I like to sink and lay below and slowly float my way up, watching the blurry, fluffy clouds come gradually into focus until I finally surface. 

The water is the one place I can really clear my mind and just be 
and thus the words above on the photo. 

I took about a million photos on this very last day of my summer. I held the camera just above the waves and we moved together up and down capturing all the different colors of the sleeping sky and the textures of the water. It was one of the perfect moments that will forever be etched on my heart. 

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Book Blogs and Recommendations

As a result of all the publicity research I do for my publishing company, I have gotten into book blogs lately. One that I've recently stumbled onto is LC's Adventures in Libraryland. She's doing an ARC and swag giveaway that I encourage you to enter if you're interested in YA fiction. 

In the spirit of book recommendations, I've been reading Thomas Pynchon's "Against the Day." For those interested in turn of the century tales, the Industrial Revolution and a touch of fantasy, I highly recommend it. I've been laughing since the first page. Beautifully written with a compelling story and a wonderful mixture of reality and imagination. 

Along the Green Wood Path

If I could live in a small cottage in the English countryside with the sea on one side and a lush forest on the other, a stack of books to keep me company in the winter and a wood burning fireplace to curl around in the evening, I daresay I would be the happiest of souls.

The always fabulous...

Happy Birthday to my favorite sister!

Chaos

And it was wonderful...

Marie King ©  

In and Out of Touch

Headed to the International Dark Sky Park (in Michigan) tonight! 

Sunsets and night skies- that is all I need. 

It is well with my soul...

Sunsets always make it seem worth it. 

Love from Michigan. 

July 2012

Celia Bedelia

Marie King © 

My favorite sister

Color Me Blind

Don't you waste me in the ground...

Marie King ©

Marie King ©

I wandered lonely as a cloud...

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed---and gazed---but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

The Madness Within

July 2012