Monthly Archives: February 2013

Night Drives: Musical Inspiration {Hyacynth}

Night Drive

We sit in his parked car.

Dimmed moonlight seeps in through the open windows, tattooing temporary tiny shadows onto the cloth seats and my freshly sun-kissed arms as I stare at the silhouettes of leaves resting quietly on massive, solid oak branches, gentle patterns pressed against the starlight sky.

Even with the windows down, the air is heavy; it’s been working diligently at drenching our naked skin with humidity, leaving tiny footprints of moisture along our brows, hair lines, napes of our necks for the past two hours.

We’ve barely gone beyond making little effort to engage in conversation; there’s no need for words anymore. We’ve run the entire soundtrack of each other’s self-proclaimed best album of all time in one summer, letting each layer, each chord, each harmony and each lyric soak press into our skins. And tonight we’re both hearing the words from a song we’ve listened to a thousand times before but never really heard.

“I’ll take your words as if you were talking to me.
So say what I know you’ll say.
Say it through your teeth.
Now in the deep and down, your heart moves.
I don’t know how, but I know I want out. 
Wait for something better, will I know when it can be us?”

There’s not much to say that hasn’t already been hung out to dry with last week’s laundry. I know what he’s thinking; he’s got my number, too. My sentiments remain as heavy, stagnant as the humid August air. I desperately need a breeze to sweep me away, take my heart hostage and run until it can’t recognize a single scene in the landscape.

This drive on this night, it’s such a contrast from ones past. Night drives where the chill of May still clung in the early summer air, driving goosebumps over my arms just beneath my light sweater, brimmed with conversations that weaved through the time and space inside his old car until we could see small hints of sunlight creeping over the bluffs, peaking in between leaves dancing in a slight breeze.

“Hands around your waist.
Nameless, standing cold.
Take in restraint like a breath.
My lungs are so numb from holding back.”

Night drives where we’d stripped off our sweaters, kicked off our shoes, talking about sweeping philosophical generalizations that were actually little glimpses of self-confessed truths.

“I said it out loud over and over but what do I know.
I said it out loud but it did not help.
I’ll stop now.
Just so I can hear you I stay up as late as it takes, as long as it takes.”

Night drives where each truth that was unraveled undressed another layer we’d cloaked our outer selves in, dying to undress, shed a shirt, jeans in the thickening summer heat.

“When the time we have now ends,
When the big hand goes round again.
Can you still feel the butterflies? 
Can you still hear the last goodnight?”

Night drives where we found ourselves tangled in each other’s discarded clothes, layers of history, clinging to each other’s underwear-clad bodies while hoping for this time to be different, praying for the current of love to swim against the undertow of reality.

“Feelings change so fast. 
Safety scares them away.
I can’t bring myself to say it;
it’s my own advice I need.
Nowhere and then nowhere.
Living trapped inside the chase.”

Until we’re left here, on a night drive where we’ve found we’re left naked, stripped completely of all our layers, souls barred, secrets shared, staring at each other and wondering how the flesh looks so starkly different from the clothing.

“Wait for something better?
I shouldn’t, it’s not enough.
Pull one excuse from another.
Just one excuse from another.
This time it means us.”

We’re left here. Listening. Finally listening. In your car. Only shadows covering our nakedness, temporary tattoos that will disappear come morning when we layer our clothes, redress our souls. And we find the layers of our soundtrack –the harmony, the melody, the chords — are just clothing to the lyrics we’ve been trying to undress from our first night drive.

All lyrics in quotations marks from songs from Clarity, Jimmy Eat World.

Next week we will be wrapping up our month of Music Creativity with links from all of you. Don’t forget you still have time to compose a blog post, create a playlist or snap some photos inspired by our prompt or your own musical inspiration. Don’t forget to tag your photos #BPCREATES and submit you post on our Facebook. We can’t wait to see your inspiration.

Reading Circles: Where We Read


In an interview with Huffington Post, one of my new favorite authors, John Green, divulged that his favorite place to read is “in this chair in my living room that is the most expensive piece of furniture I will ever own. I don’t even know if the chair is comfortable so much as I’m constantly aware of how much it costs, and that makes me want to spend a lot of time in it.” (full interview here)

I’m the kind of reader to read just about anywhere. My parents would send me to bed when I was a child, and I would clamber into bed, pull my book up to my bedroom window and use the light reflected from the living room where my parents were watching TV to continue reading whatever book it was I couldn’t put down (my poor eyes seem to have survived). On long road trips, I’d stretch out across the back seat and read the entire ride. (Can’t do that anymore…I get headaches now!) When I was in university, the Harry Potter series hit bookshelves and I would smuggle the book into class and read in between taking notes. When I joined the working world and had 45-minute commutes each day, I couldn’t read, so I listened to books on tape. Some days I would get so into the book, I’d pull into my driveway at home and sit in the car to listen to just a little bit more.

Nowadays, I do most of my reading curled up on our couch or in bed. The Kindle has made bed reading extra nice because you don’t need both hands to prop open the pages, and you don’t have to keep flipping over to get the best angle on each side.

The last book I read there? Jenny Lawson’s (aka The Bloggess) Let’s Pretend This Never Happened, which was kind of funny but also kind of not, and mostly kind of tiresome. I need to find a new read to get lost in!

How about you? Where do you like to read, and what did you last read there?

reading circles

Valentine’s Day: Bigger Picture Moments

Instagrid doesn't tell me whose this is :-(

Oh, the day of L-O-V-E.

Valentine’s Day!

It’s time to celebrate LOVE this week with your Bigger Picture Moment. Here’s a couple of snippets from last week’s love fest…

Jade – “Because love is deeper than distance. And we are very loved.”

Stephanie – “I welcome her into the arms of a mother’s love that knows no end.”

Brook – “I LOVE our time together. Just me and my little red, cruising down the road ready for adventure.”

Melissa – ” Hip to hip, shoulder to shoulder a bond being formed, stronger and stronger each day.”


Join the LOVE party and link up your heart-felt moment over at Brook’s today.

Have a LOVELY day!