today

"Faith is the art of holding on to things in spite of your changing moods and circumstances.” ― C.S. Lewis

meanwhile

Remembering this and listening to this:

Listen - are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?

little things

A delayed weekly round-up, because the real fun came this weekend when temperatures jumped to the fifties (fahrenheit, of course) and the sun stayed out for hours (!) at a time. Berlin is even closer to heaven in springtime.

A few things that made my week a little bit sweeter:

This colorful building discovered in a new-to-me corner of Schöneberg 

This Americana band made up of Germans and an English dude

One of several gates from a Saturday spent in Potsdam

A hike around Lake Wannsee that reminded me of lakes back home

A post-hike weissbier at a biergarten that felt right out of a grown-up fairytale. So much so that I can't seem to find any information about it online. Magical.

And, a mellow springtime song to kick off the week. Get happy y'all.

Follow my blog with Bloglovin

you know what they say about trouble

Swings a little more in the pop direction than I'm usually into, but I can't get enough of this song.

festival dreaming

I'm trying my hardest to figure out a way to make Glastonbury logistically and financially feasible. There are very few things I love more than sleeping in a field for a week in the name of music, and Glastonbury is the fest that did it first. I was lucky to go to Gastonbury's little sister, Bonnaroo, for five years and had the honor of working for the fest for the last couple of those. If I wrote a coming of age story, it would definitely be set at Bonnaroo - I've made good decisions and awful decisions there, surrounded by my favorite people all while seeing performances by the best musicians I've ever seen. Since it doesn't look like I'll be able to make it to the big farm in Tennessee this June (tragedy), my heart is set on trekking to Worthy Farm instead.

Tickets are sold out, but I'm researching other outlets and really hoping that the stars align so I can get my festival fix. Any tips from Glastonbury veterans? This could just be a dream, but for the sake of fully committing to this total fantasy, I've already started planning my total fantasy outfits.

festival dreaming

Topshop Jacket / Monki Dress / Hunter Boots / CÉLINE Bag / Banana Republic Rings / Ray-Ban Sunglasses

festival dreaming II

Free People Earrings / Urban Outfitters Flannel / Frye Boots / Levi Shorts / Vintage Shirt via Free People / Carhartt Hat

festival dreaming III

Topshop Blouse / AllSaints Jacket / Urban Outfitters Skirt / Ancient Greek Sandals / Rag & Bone Bracelet / Linda Farrow Sunglasses

my feet are gold/my heart is white

Killer

new patty

Patty Griffin has a new single. I've already listened to it millions and millions of times. You should do the same:

http://snd.sc/108rwIH

fear slipstreams

fine

lullabies

As an au pair, I spend endless hours making a fool of myself to get a laugh out of my charge, Tilda. Thank God she is the easiest to entertain, happiest six month old I have ever met. When things get a little rough though, the only option is to sing until the crying stops (don't worry, you'll never see it) and I quickly realized that most lyrics for traditional lullabies aren't part of my memory bank. After making up my own, awful lyrics for a few days, I decided to shift to something I knew a little more about. During one particularly brutal teething session, I ended up singing most of My Morning Jacket's Circuital, to which I shockingly know most of the lyrics.  Crowd favorites include "Wonderful," "Holdin' On To Black Metal," and "Outta My System."

Baby T and I crank the tunes most mornings. Yo La Tengo's newest, Neil Young's Harvest, anything Bon Iver and this masterpiece from the world's greatest Beatle have been on repeat:

predictable

Felt my first tinge of homesickness yesterday in a Starbucks, of all places. Tom Waits' "Ol' 55" was playing - the first track from "Closing Time," an album I've worn out at several different points in my life, but especially a few weeks ago, during my last few days in Nashville.

Luckily, this pup was there to take my mind off things. Dogs allowed in coffee shops? I'm officially into you, Europe.

nighter than day and higher than noon

Listening to this while reading this.