A Poem for Thursday: The Lake of Innisfree

And now onto Yeats.


The Lake of Innisfree
William Butler Yeats


I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of linnet's wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core.

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Where is your Innisfree? I have a few.

W&OD Trail, Virginia

Cathedral Wash, Arizona

Ica, Peru

Kathmandu, Nepal

Order in our Home

I think it's important to personalize the places you inhabit. This past weekend, I set out to find some of the quirkier parts of our house. Places that usually go unnoticed, especially by guests. This space is our own.

light

ready for a picnic

faded construction paper

in the office

laundry room

threads

books that we never read

Records that we always listen to

colors

Christian's "Clothes For the Day"

much-loved D.I. finds

that's entertainment

trying to sort through my things

leather native pouch probably from a tribe my dad works with,
wooden mask from my trip to nepal,
shepard fairey print from Melanie (miss that girl),
mountain print artwork by Tiana (miss that girl too),
the cochabamba bolivia temple

mandala print from nepal and Christian's dates numbers plans

lots o' things to write with

ochre and black

jane avril

"cornered" jajaja

going to my room

*One day I will get a real camera, and it will be great.*

Dream Small

If the Lord could be born in a humble stable, surely I should be satisfied with a humble home.

I like small spaces. 

I think this is a result of living in a fairly large house most of my life. The apartments I've lived in have been modest, but I could still go smaller. When I come home to my family, everyone is off in their own little world, far from each other. This video is my dream. 

Small Spaces

WODdling soundtrack: Arcade Fire - "The Suburbs"

I love the Hartt's home. It has the same character as my family's home in Salt Lake. I'm pretty spoiled, getting to live in these old houses. But I think that this would actually be my ideal: A small, comfortable home with character.



Ok. I like pretty much everything except for the homeschooling part. I think that would make me stir-crazy. But isn't their home charming?

Once you get started looking at homes like this, it is hard to stop. Ikea has always done a good job of designing pieces for small spaces. This blog has videos of several "homes" contained in Ikea stores.

Just take a look at Zach Motl's apartment. Only 178 square feet!

Click here for the New York Times article.

Do you remember the Jarvis family from "This American Life"? I chatted about it with my cousin Emilie this weekend. You can listen to it here. I think they had a good idea about living simply, though they faltered a bit on the execution.

Your home says a lot about you. The space you live in shapes who you are. Small shared spaces for us to be courteous, considerate, and make connections to one another.

Small rooms or dwellings discipline the mind, large ones weaken it.                                                       - Leonardo Da Vinci

Once Upon a Summer

Here are some pics that I meant to post from the summertime before the tragic multiple-personality-malfunction that has all but paralyzed my camera.

Once upon a summer, I made blueberry pie...

It didn't turn out so well.

 Then a giant bug tried to get into my house:

Ingrid and I went to  YSA activity for my ward at Pineview Resevoir. As we were driving back, we saw a sign for this monastery and decided to check it out. I bought some honey. The drive home was beautiful.

I love Utah

Oh you know, it's just the Jazz bear taking a nice joy ride.

Summer was over too soon. I'm already dreaming of this summer, even though there is two feet of snow outside my window.

Some Thanks to the Giving

My camera is semi-cooperative these days. Here are some selected shots from Thanksgiving. As usual, I focus on food and decorations instead of family faces. meh.

turkey for you, and turkey for me

Turkey lurkey doo and 
Turkey lurkey dap 
I eat that turkey 
Then I take a nap 

"Dessert Course"

cheese and chili covered mangos: a surprisingly good combination

turkish delight 

Gobble gobble goo and 
Gobble gobble gickel 
I wish turkey 
Only cost a nickel 
Oh I love turkey on Thanksgiving 

Rock Band is always a must

Little Drummer Girl. 

Don't let the Felicity dress fool you; she can jam.

Things that enchant

I appreciate what the act of translation has done for my thought process. In Spanish, you don't say that you "love" something (the actual verb "to love" is left for only the closest of relationships). Instead you say that something enchants you. Example: "Me encanta tu manera de ser" literally translates to "Your way of being enchants me," but is understood as "I love the way you are". Beautiful, right? So here is a lengthy compilation of things that enchant me:



Remember this day? It was last Sunday I believe; close to sunset. Light like this doesn't happen often. This is the definition of enchanting. When I think of the phrase "witching hour," I think of this sky.







It was under this sky that we drove my dad to the airport. On the way back, the sky darkened as we listened to Willy Mason. His song "Simple Town" perfectly encapsulated the moody heavens, I think. Check him out on his myspace.

Another thing that enchants me is PERFUME.



This one is particularly delicious. I love it I love it I love it. I think it might even be THE ONE. You know, the perfume you wear everyday. The perfume that people identify you by. MY SIGNATURE SCENT. Well, at least for the summer. ha! You can try it out at the Apothica in Gateway. I stop by every time I'm there to steal a squirt! One day, it will be mine.

I also love everything perfume related. This article in the New York Times. Although my idea of perfume making has been tainted since I read the novel Perfume. Ew.

I would love to be a perfumer though. Especially since our garden is in full bloom now! I have to share what I have found in it with you.



These smell so lovely. I think my Tia Hortensia uses this kind when she makes her rose jam. mmmmmm.





My friend Tiana would call these colors yummy. I would agree with her.





I didn't know that we had peonies in our garden! What a pleasant surprise.



These roses smell like grapefruit. Really, they do!



Baby strawberry! Sorry little guy; one day, I will eat you.



Another thing I love. The farmers market. I found my Aunt Tami there on Saturday. She is "My Dough Girl" cookies. Try "Lily" if you get the chance. She is the lemon one. I also found Bramble there. Check'em out.

That's enough for now.

Toodles.