Cheesy Morning Thought:
I normally spend at least an hour (sometimes three) each day challenging, honing, and attempting to improve my body (or at least my running muscles). Running is a spiritual and mental sport though— why do I beat myself up if I take a break to take care of my spirit/heart/mind? /cheesy morning thought ps I know haven’t updated really in a while, just because my new job has been...
Isaac: Where's Casey?
Jeremy: Ah, out with a girl named Pixley.
Isaac: Casey's out with "Pixley"?
Isaac: Do you suppose the two of them could be any more white?
Jeremy: No, I don't imagine they could.
-Sports Night, "A Girl Named Pixley"
the only mofos in my circle are people that I CAN LEARN FROM. i believe THAT is...– Questlove (via austinkleon)
But if I’ve learned anything from my limited explorations it’s that...– Trails, 2011
While assorted groups of people have experienced God in their own manner, each...– Fr. Fred K. Bailey, Head Priest of Corpus Christi Catholic-Christian Parish in Aliso Viejo, CA (aka my home). Another fave from the homily: “Yes, anyone. Anyone who has ever done an act of kindness or compassion… where do kindness and compassion come from but from the heart of...
My pose for the summer was hands up, embracing the world. It’s been an interesting summer of change, rest, and transformation. For the first time in 8 years, I didn’t work this summer. A little free-lancing here and there, but beyond that, I was left to my own devices. I danced for the first time in months. I traveled a ton. I spent more time with friends. I also really struggled...
Anthony Bourdain: DESERT SESSION: A Letter to Josh... →
anthonybourdain: Dear Camille, I hear you were very upset with me after seeing the promo for this show, which I filmed recently with your Daddy and his friends. You saw me take Daddy’s guitar and smash it against a tree and I’m sure that was upsetting. That this was in fact a not so subtle homage to the… something about the last line just kills me. Anthony Bourdain shows he’s...
A Love Letter of Sorts
(I love the duck face pictured above. Just an FYI to the world.) This is just one of those things I haven’t spoken about. I have mentioned it briefly on facebook, but one of my best friends, my beloved Carolina, is becoming a nun at the end of August. She’ll be joining the Dominican Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist. The group has been featured in the NYT, a few times and on Oprah if...
I love writing but hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, ‘You...– Aaron Sorkin, on writing I am annoyed that you can’t reblog yourself. I first posted this Jun 1st, a little more than two years ago (eep!). Then, it had been about how I felt about my thesis. Now that I’m pushing to try the creative writing that I never ever thought I could or wanted to...
I Am Open-Palmed
Crashing Pines and Open Wounds I am the broken sea of all your doubts, the empathy to all your words. I am a churning, burning, swirling fear unable to do more than hear because my tongue’s swollen, the speech is slurred. I am the crashing pines of ending worlds, the sunburned sky in desert heat. I set the trap and took the bait but bloody hands are all that remain to remind me of the...
The bird fluttered out of my mouth and flew from tree to tree, but finding nowhere to land it flew back and perched upon my open, shaking palm. We made eye contact for a moment, the all-black eye of the bird seemingly cold in that instant, and I was overwhelmed with that adolescent-kind-of-heartache; the kind that sweeps all over and that you never want to believe you will stoop low enough to...
On Leaving the Once-Dream Job
I have dreamt about my kids the past few nights, and since I finally have a chance to stop and think, I figured it was time to talk about them. I realized when my outstanding friend Jen (TFA Institute partner, outstanding LGBTQ teen advocate in SF) shot me a frantic text of “OH MY GOD YOU’RE NOT TEACHING ANYMORE?!?!” that I hadn’t written what I was doing or why I was...