“When we are in tune with the unknown, the known is peaceful.”

This weekend was one of those rare few days where the weather is just perfect and you have the right amount of plans (not to many, not too few). On Saturday I met up with a friend of mine who I hadn’t seen in months, and we strolled through the West Village streets leisurely, picking up juices and salads for a picnic in my favorite garden. As we sat amongst the trees, and a couple remaining flowers, everything felt right, free of anxiety. Often when I spend time with people, especially in New York, the conversation leans towards, what we want, what we’re missing, what we’re striving for, and while I appreciate the ambition, it feels so much more powerful to just be peaceful and grateful for the now.

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Sweet nothing, sweet nothing



♫♪ Calvin Harris — Sweet Nothings featuring Florence Welsh

My favorite weekend mornings are spent being deliciously lazy, reading a bizarrely eclectic collection of magazines, and definitely not getting out of my pajamas until well after noon. Fresh flowers and tea are a must. While I love peonies and dahlias like the rest of the everyone else, roses always have a special place in my heart, especially when they come hand delivered in a mason jar like these.