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“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”

This gives me chills. I don’t know the author though, feel free to tell me if you know!          Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One Don’t fall in … Continue reading

March 15, 2013 · Leave a comment

Loving on a Thursday

 The Heidi Merrick Silk Colorblock dress. The perfect thing to wear all the way through Spring and Summer.       Cy Twombly, Natural History Part I No. VII, Mushrooms, … Continue reading

March 15, 2013 · 4 Comments

Love and Performance Art

Do you know of the artist Marina Abramovich? I had heard of her many times over the years, but I confess that I didn’t hold the most gracious view of … Continue reading

March 12, 2013 · Leave a comment

Friday Flotsam and Jetsam

Meditating on these words: Food for thought, yes? But what exactly does that translate to? Hmmm. It’s sunny out!! So, hey! JB: Also, I love this outfit.  J.Crew continues to … Continue reading

March 8, 2013 · Leave a comment

Loving on a Thursday

Oh so many things. Let’s dive in. This white Burberry dress and blue knit bomber. I will forever love girly + tomboyish. Tiger card from Banquet Atelier. But then, they … Continue reading

March 7, 2013 · 1 Comment

Lily Stockman for Anthropologie

If you have been reading my blog for a while, there are certain things and people I mention over and over, such is my love for them. One such person … Continue reading

March 1, 2013 · 2 Comments

Two Years

Of knowing that I am loved understood adored and finally, that I can take a breath and be me, without  a single worry. I love you forever… at least.  

February 27, 2013 · 5 Comments

A Decisive Blow Against If

If I had a couple extra dollars lying around, I think I would pick this up, posthaste. What is not to adore about: Love Dog-eared books Fuschia Dripping paint Dancing … Continue reading

February 22, 2013 · 1 Comment

The Unbearable Uncertainty

    This is my lovely mama. Right now, she is in the hospital in the ICU, in Nevada. She has been there for about a week. I am not … Continue reading

February 19, 2013 · 8 Comments

Jessica Clare

Preschool teacher, writer, trouble maker.

LIVES: Seattle. By way of Santa Fe, San Francisco, and NYC.
LOVES: John
DAYDREAMS:Strong coffee. Gourmet magazine. Stinky cheese. Date night with new strappy heels. Green chile. Going back to India. Unabashed displays of love. Vegetable gardens. Clean sheets. Unruly stacks of books. Breaking Bad marathons. Writing like Joan Didion ,Gabriel Garcia Marquez, and Joseph Stroud. Cookbooks. French 75s. Sequins with jeans. Leaving love notes.
BELIEVES: “A human being is part of the whole, called by us ‘Universe,’ a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts and feelings as something separated from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole nature in its beauty. Nobody is able to achieve this completely, but the striving for such achievement is in itself a part of the liberation, and a foundation for inner security.” Albert Einstein “The important thing is not to think much but to love much and so do that which best stirs you to love.” St. Teresa of Avila “People say that what we’re all seeking is a meaning for life. I don’t think that’s what we’re really seeking. I think that what we’re seeking is an experience of being alive, so that our life experiences on the purely physical plane will have resonances without own innermost being and reality, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.” Joseph Campbell

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