The Shore - Basia Bulat

You know when you hear a voice, like no other voice you know, matched perfectly to a song? That's Basia.

Happy weekend, folks!

Mouton

I have a new favorite watering hole; Mouton. I met my dear friends David and Dan there, and rather than a bartender, they have a mixologist. The cocktails are artful and nuanced, and I have to recommend the Basil and Cucumber cocktail, refreshing and clean for a particularly hot and muggy day like today. Their cheese selection keeps pace with the finest French restaurants in town, and the cured meats infused with truffles are sensory overload.  Go. Taste. Indulge. Trust me.

Water

Purity. Life. Rebirth. Depending on what mythology you go to, water has many meanings. The Taoists have water meaning widsom. For the Ancient Greeks, it was a symbol of transition. I remember as a child having nightmares of drowning. But as an adult, I've had a Swedish massage, with that bar of shower heads coming over me, and, with the scent of eucalyptus washing over me, I've never felt so blissfully wet in my life.

Fragments

I was cleaning out a closet in the basement the other day when I came across a box of some pretty wonderful things; piles of sketches, some half-finished (a fork, a spoon, clouds, glass jars, a single pencil, figure studies that would become paintings, others that would not become paintings), foreign money that had fallen out of use, old stamps, things cut out of magazines to become collages. Collages, too.  And a poem written out by hand by a dear friend many years ago. I wonder, when you give a friend a gift, do you ever think how it will become a keepsake and inspire her many years later?

The stars that are shining around the beautiful moon
hide their own bright faces

When she, at her fullest
paints the earth with her silvery light

Now while we are dancing, come! Join us!
Sweet joy, revelry, bright light!

Inspire us, Muses
Oh you with the beautiful hair.