Trees having fun

We drove down to LAish... (suburbs) to paint a mural a nursery for some friends' first born. The couple is having a little girl, and they want her nursery to be different. Dad is a huge Calvin and Hobbes fan, and Mom couldn't have been more trusting and easy going. The story of the cartoon that inspired this is that Calvin is telling Hobbes how complicated the world is, and Hobbes responds that whenever he is feeling overwhelmed, he just takes a nap until dinner. Pretty fitting for a nursery. 

I would be lying if I said I wasn't nervous about us painting a mural for someone else's baby but we put some thought, care, and love into this -- and I think it worked out. Plus Luke just nailed it, the characters were all him!

 

 

 

Secret Squirrel Activity at Specialized!

Big news coming out soon... In the mean time here is a behind the scenes pic of mural painting at work! 

34 years young.

Before we jet off (really make the slow and likely holiday traffic filled) next adventure in LA, I want to post some of the pics from Luke's 34th. It was a sweet little weekend. We had some beach and bike time in Santa Cruz, an incredible dinner out, and tons of homemade with love food from me. I think he was happy. :) 

Santa Cruz is always our happy place.

A real date!

So darn happy! I LOVE this photo! (Even though it is a crappy phone photo, it makes me smile back at him!

Lots of pictures of the pasta, I know. It was a big deal. I sure do love this guy. Happy birthday Lukey!

 

 

 

Back on the blog!

Because some days are hard, and some days are happy. I want a place to store my happy, so on the hard I know where to go if I need a smile. That's why I am back to blogging. I need it for me. It will be mostly photos, likely unedited, and typing with my thumbs means probable typos. But that's okay. The point is to remember the good.

Yesterday was a day full of happy. It was one of our best days yet. Slow wake up complete with a piece of bacon handed to me while I was still under the covers. (To be followed by an incredible scramble). Coffee and a little reading on the rooftop (attempting to even out tan lines before Palm Springs). Mountain bike riding with coworkers in Santa Cruz, and a pizza party with more coworkers in Aptos. (The pizza party was complete with gluten free/Ketogenic friendly home made cauliflower pizza dough. - I work with the most incredible friends). Relaxation, adventure, conversation, and delicious food - a perfect California day with my love. 

He loves me.

Such a badass bike. I am loving this stumpy!

Gotta climb up if you want to ride down!

Lucy showing us how it's done.

Remy on sausage patrol.

Just some of the fixings.

Chad making sure the temp was just right.. 750degrees to be exact!

This was the view looking up. Just beautiful from the table. California, you are something special.

 

 

 

My Mantras.

I carry my mantras with me everywhere I go. I wear them on my bike, on my yoga mat, to work, to dinner, and to do the dishes. They contain just a few words, but to me they are so much more.

                                                  

find your true north                   

The little letters are a gentle nudge to never settle. A reminder to do the work, to strive for more, to be more... Because it is worth it.

LA VIE EST BELLE

Those capital letters boldly announce that right now, in this moment, I am right where I need to be. I am enough, and everything in this life is beautiful. 

  

Two seemingly similar bracelets that carry very different meanings. I find them to be the perfect juxtaposition and reminder of balance. To push, and to surrender. 

Every time I ride my bike I find myself wanting to go faster, be stronger, ride farther, climb higher, because deep down I know that it will be work, but it will be worth it. Funny, I also find those moments of pure bliss where I absolutely lose my cadence, my mph drops, I actually coast because I've stopped thinking about my pedal strokes, I am consumed by the peace and joy from just being outside, and those moments keep me doing it.

It's not just riding. It's the same when I practice yoga- the urge to invert, to learn something new, to tap into a reserve of strength while working to gain grace-- but yet again- getting caught in the magic, moving with other bodies, breathing, being, connecting, and letting go for the pure joy of it. This is life. In work, in relationships, I am always torn between wanting to do more, be more, create, give,  love more, and then sometimes caught off guard, I stop trying. When I simply stop and look, and feel, and most importantly, when I just am-- that's when I am actually in the moment. At that time, I feel the appreciation, the gratitude, the human connection. That is when my life truly is just beautiful. And I realize those are the moments that make the work worthwhile.  

So I wear these two little mantraband bracelets day in and day out. As reminders of who I am, and what I have.  Just two little bracelets. Most often they go unnoticed or unseen, but to me, they mean so much. 

Breaking up is hard to do

Coming from someone who just tonight walked from wine to Broadway musical to snacks, to home, Sacramento- I love you.

Sacramento, I have had a love affair with you for more than 10 years. We have had our ups and downs. I can remember the confusion of one way streets and frustration of expensive parking tickets. I have champagne toasted presidential elections in my memory bank, and my own exchanged matrimonial vows inside your city limits. I have strayed away and come back to you. I can walk down most any street and smile thinking about a moment here and a conversation there. At the capital alone, I have picnicked, protested, strolled, ridden my bike, lit candles, listened to music, ran, and photographed and strolled. On your streets I have experienced first kisses, heart aches, hand holding, belly laughs, and complete solitude. I have had the pleasure of attending soft openings and pre parties, I have said goodbye at final shows, last hurrahs. I have dined, drank, and danced at nearly every dive bar, boutique, coffee house, and music venue. I have witnessed more art- music, paintings, photography, dance, theater, comedy, than I could have ever thought possible. I have also ran a half marathon in your streets,  cheered for baseball players, basketball players, paddle boarded, skim boarded, floated down your river, and ridden my bike over what feels like every inch of you. I have seen the changing of times. The rise of crime, the increasing restrictions (don't get me started on what Second Saturday used to be like...); I have also been witness to the rise of artisans, the relentless belief and passion of entrepreneurs striving to make this city better, all unwilling to have their visions dashed. I have helped to support, to collaborate, to create, to paint, to give to this city. I have learned to be in this space.

 Sacramento, I love you. 

At the same time, I am ready to move on. To create new memories. I am ready for new explorations. I am eager to make new connections and feel that same joy that comes with discovery of new, of different of unique. I am ready to be introduced to people and not know their history, to not know where they went to school, who they dated, what band they are in, or what restaurant they invested in. I want to make a home in a new city- with a fresh outlook. I want to see things for the first time, to meet people and learn their story, their experiences, without any preconceived notions. I am ready for more. 

With a heavy heart I say goodbye to you Sacramento, and I thank you for the love, the smiles, the laughs, the memories. I will always be one of your biggest fans, but the time has come for us to move on. 

With love,

Morgan 

Ps- what is so clear to me is that while Sacramento is pretty with its trees, River, Victorians, bike trails, and such- what really makes it so darn special, are the people who reside in it. I can't quite say goodbye to you yet, so instead I choose to say goodbye to the city. It's just easier that way.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time.” 

Betty Smith