somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me,i and
my life will shut very beautifully,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

ee cummings

"I don't know what it is about you that closes and opens..."

Author: Sarah Jo /

There's something about closing...something about clearing away and finishing...that's so deliciously final. When my desk is messy, there's something so fulfilling about putting things in their proper order and re-creating planned space. Slamming a book shut after you've finished a chapter has this same feeling. It's accomplishment...it's peace about the job...it's reflection on your work...it's a temporary silence in your mind. Too bad life as a whole can't be like that. As soon as you close something, another thing opens.

The green life

Author: Sarah Jo /


I love Asheville. Not only is it a city nestled in the rippling Blue Ridge mountains, but it is also one of the most unique cities I've ever experienced. There are always people walking around downtown. Some are your typical business men and women on a mission, but some are content to sit on the park benches strewn throughout the city and play on a harmonica. When you drive past the bars on any given night, you are sure to see people sitting around sharing a pint with friends and talking. The Asheville drum circle meets every Friday night (as long as it's warm out) in the park. I'd guess 50 to 75 people sit around the park, playing their drums. I'd guess that the same amount of people come to dance and experience the energy of it all. Some of them belly dance, some of them have light-up hoola hoops and sticks to twirl, and some are just jumping around. There are art galleries all over the city, and you come up on them in the middle of rows of shops. This city has one of the best selections of restaurants I've ever seen. There's lots of ethnic food...Thai, Indian, Japanese, Chinese, French. There's a place called the Asheville Brewing Co. where you can get some of the best pizza ever, a pint of their own brew, and they show movies on the big screen. It's really cool. Everyone in the city seems to enjoy life in small ways. Everyone seems to value being healthy and taking care of your body...I think this is what has rubbed off on me the most, considering I'm now trying to switch my diet over to all-natural/organic foods. Asheville is most definitely diverse, and it reminds me of Paris in that respect. I hope all of you get to experience a place where life is so...green.

A new beginning

Author: Sarah Jo /

So I've decided to move my blog to this address. I will make a more substantial post very soon...