Monday, October 5, 2009

Happy Day




Today:

I applied for jobs, 
delighted in sunlight outside Zoka, 
spent time reading books and sipping espresso with my sister, 
made friends with Ziggy-the-Bernese-mountain-dog 
feasted on Indian food with Spiro, Jenaleigh and Jacqueline,
drank blueberry tea with friends at B&O,
conversed, communed, and now...

it is time for bed.



Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Only in Dreams...






Jennifer Estess designing for Frye Boots

I love these boots! So colorful and full of soul, these are the boots of my day dreams. 


Monday, July 6, 2009

Currently Loving:


My monogrammed mug (gifted by the luminous Erin Hanson)


This AMAZING (and hilarious) exercise DVD


Events at Icicle Ridge

This completely practical book



love, 

Brie









Wednesday, June 24, 2009

I'm a Working Woman Now

Here's where I'll be spending my weekends...




...and I am so excited!

I will be pouring wine and working events (and the cash register) this summer at the Icicle Ridge Winery in Peshastin. I wholeheartedly recommend coming to visit--the location, people and wine here are amazing


love and peace, 

Brie



Thursday, May 21, 2009

Sweet USA

Photos from my time here so far...(apparently, I only wear one shirt these days)

Spiro and Beth! Spiro picked me up from the airport 
and I stayed at their apartment.

Sunshine!

Kirsten in Motion

BE with Snow

My favorite drive: the road between Cashmere and Leavenworth

Cully the puppy! (He's a shih-tzu)

The Dogs: Anja and Cully

WHS

Supplies for soul-searching: journal, water, hat and land





with love, 

Brie





Saint Christopher...

Here is the legend of Saint Christopher. He is the patron saint of travelers (and my blog). 


Saint Christopher is a saint celebrated by both the Catholic and Orthodox church, though nothing certain is known about his life or death. He is thought to be a third-century martyr.

The legend surrounding Saint Christopher is this:

 The legend says: A heathen king (in Cannan or Arabia), through the prayers of his wife to the Blessed Virgin, had a son, whom he called Offerus (Offro, Adokimus, or Reprebus) and dedicated to the gods Machmet and Apollo. Acquiring in time extraordinary size and strength, Offerus resolved to serve only the strongest and the bravest. He bound himself successively to a mighty king and to Satan, but he found both lacking in courage, the former dreading even the name of the devil, and the latter frightened by the sight of a cross at the roadside.

 For a time his search for a new master was in vain, but at last he found a hermit (Babylas?) who told him to offer his allegiance to Christ, instructed him in the Faith, and baptized him. Christopher, as he was now called, would not promise to do any fasting or praying, but willingly accepted the task of carrying people, for God's sake, across a raging stream. One day he was carrying a child who continually grew heavier, so that it seemed to him as if he had the whole world on his shoulders. The child, on inquiry, made himself known as the Creator and Redeemer of the world. To prove his statement the child ordered Christopher to fix his staff in the ground. The next morning it had grown into a palm-tree bearing fruit. The miracle converted many. This excited the rage of the king (prefect) of that region (Dagnus of Samos in Lycia?). Christopher was put into prison and, after many cruel torments, beheaded.

 (I copied this story from the Catholic Encyclopedia)


love, 

Brie

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Love is a Battlefield

*

Last night I watched "13 Going on 30" for the very first time. I loved it. Especially the references to Pat Benatar's "Love is a Battlefield"


Also, I loved Mark Ruffalo in his converse sneakers and hot black t-shirts. Ahhh...only in dreams (or wishing dust).




love, 

Brie



*doesn't this photo (at first glance) look like I'm on the bed singing and Bridget is to the left of me?