most of my days //

// i end up running around (not literally, figuratively) our city bringing people free breakfast,

dropping off muesli to yoga studios, talking to people in grocery stores about what they eat for       breakfast. #doesntsuck

// most of the places involved are kick-ass companies, studios, people, artists, buildings, purveyors. here are a few from this week. daily reminders that amidst the frozen tundra, our 'hood kicks ass.

// fox glove market & studio

// the data bank

// froz broz

// the loppet foundation

resolution (n)

The idea of NY resolutions, never really been my thing. Nike as a news source? My thing. Not brushing hair? My thing. Living in swimsuits for the entire summer? My thing. But this whole list of resolutions thing that happens every year as the magic of the holidays turns into the bleak (but yet, so full) onset of a fresh start? NOT my thing. (insert: totally overwhelming, like #holymolywtfwhyyyyy) 

But, then you take a girl who approaches the New Year with her old life (dramatic, sorry) in the rearview and afraid it's gone for good. How do you start to make a list of goals and resolutions and things you're gonna be better at when your better got taken away and replaced with crutches? 

Well, I guess you look at what a resolution really means. And, then moments later you realize why you had an issue/resistance/avoidance of resolutions.

Realization (via Merriam Webster's definition of resolution): if a resolution finds an answer or a solution to, there had to have been an original or true question or problem. Right? I'm not great with logic (don't believe in it), but that makes sense, right? To come to an answer, you first need a question. To come to a solution, you first need a problem. 

So, what happens when you resist/avoid/hide/RUN/sweat/yoga away from that question or that problem? 

You end up on crutches and learn the hard way. Experiential leaners that we are, life hits us hard because it has no other choice. 

If we are not going to ask the questions we know we need to ask ourselves, or confront the problems we know we have going on--- life will put them right in front of your face, deep in your bones, heavy on your heart and let life run it's course. 

How do we come out of it? Stay tuned. I don't know. It's still January. Still need to let these "resolutions" take hold. 

So, whatever you are letting take hold, or whatever you are resisting to take hold. Let it take hold. Or let it go. Let's see if we can kick these resolutions in the ass (in a good way). 

make 365

And, I introduce you to the only (ONLY) New Year's ad that matters. 

Nike, duh.

: Resolutions are not supposed to last a month. They aren’t supposed to be recycled. They aren’t supposed to be forgotten. They aren’t supposed to be a lie you tell yourself year after year. Resolutions are meant to be kept. They're meant to stick. They're meant to change you. They're meant to make you better than you were last year; And better than last year starts by being better than yesterday. This year, don’t make a resolution. Make 365.#justdoit :

[ source: http://instagram.com/nike ] 

hometown

flower (not flower) magic

Last week the highlight of my week was sneaking (hobbling) into Martha's Garden for some greenery. That's right folks, fresh greens, pine and seeded eucalyptus. It was my first (and thus only) foray into the holiday season. And, damn. It feels good. 

A flower studio, a real one, is so dreamy isn't it? There is a faint smell of dirt and the buzz of people working. But not the miserable buzz of people stuck working in a cube on an excel spreadsheet. But the buzz of people creating flower magic. The florist told me they had 3 weddings that weekend they were preparing for, ah. Magic, right? 

the saturday collection

Today at work we talked about rituals ( happened to do the same over here last summer) . 
And, now i just can't stop thinking about rituals playing out in short little videos. 

Kinfolk has nailed it with their Saturday series. We all need a killer Saturday ritual, or a killer Saturday break-the-norm-ritual. Like, maybe, you wake up on a certain Saturday and do something crazy. Book a trip to Bali? 

Kinfolk Saturdays: Hosting a Flower Potluck from Kinfolk (kinfolk.com) on Vimeo.

Kinfolk Saturdays in Charleston from Kinfolk (kinfolk.com) on Vimeo.

Kinfolk Saturdays: Swimming in Wild Waters from Kinfolk (kinfolk.com) on Vimeo.

Swimming in wild waters has to be my favorite. For obvious reasons (-35 degree temperatures and ICE on every walk-able surface), but mostly for summer reasons. What MN lake kid doesn't have rituals around those first wild swims once the lake un-freezes?  Yeah, you know what I am talking about. Not that it matters, but in my family, I always won the first-one-in-the-lake game ritual. 

yoga army

heart on your sleeve? well always. but, yoga army on your back? game changer. i think it is safe to say i was wearing the fusion tank below for the entire week (or 3 weeks) leading up to surgery. fusion pullover day of for good juju. and, came home to flowers, flowers, flowers and #fusionlovenotes a plenty from the army back in Eagan. it doesn't get much better than that. 

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