Makana- Deep in an Ancient Hawaiian Forest- Live

 I Heart Hawaiian music, and this man's guitar work is phenomenal.... listen while you view my Hawaiian slideshow
Mahalo
-lara

Hawai'i~ Ku'u pu'uwai'oe~ You are my Heart

My Photos of Hawaii- June 2012....
How I miss you Hawai'i.... xoxo

The slideshow starts right when you click on my blog so in order to see the whole thing, refresh, and then scroll down to the slideshow immediately.

http://s98.beta.photobucket.com/user/lgcoscia/story/4329
Click on link to view full album... for some reason it only plays about 3/4 of the photos....?? Resolution in some photos is not great, not sure why. Saving my pennies for a new camera, can't wait.

Opens My Heart...

This song, and this artist breaks open my heart... Patrick Watson is one of new favorite artists.

Good Morning World

I woke up this morning with a feeling of peace... Thinking of the ocean my friends...
Good morning

Musing

I love you Pablo...

David

Reluctant, are your lips
as I kiss them late in the evening
Your breath is deep and long--

The stars burn away
their only lives.

I miss you,
and want you,
as we listen to Bon Iver and Sigur Ros

the music we used to make love to.

I can picture you behind your camera
during a shoot,

a young, willing girl in front of you
Her dress pulled down to the nipple.

You position yourself on your knees
as she pulls her dress up,
Here is the perfect curve of her thigh and backside...

the sacred arch of her foot, the line of her calf.

I once had this ability--
to capture you through my nudity, by staring into your eyes
and saying nothing.

My shiny young hips flashing.

If I could be your perfection
I would.

I would wrap you in blankets on cold nights
make love to you for hours while you nudge me away
... your sleepiness.

If I knew I could make us work
I would do everything for you.
You know this by now.

Don't forget me...
how I danced for you
in the parking lot by the tall fountain,

and naked on your living room floor.

Make love to me again,
In the quiet of your room
or under a wide moon when I up and move to Hawaii.

I will name the sky after you,
or perhaps all the trees and the stones....

But does it matter?
All I want to say is,

I love you.

Bon Iver - Holocene (Official Music Video)

Monsters

I feel so defeated today. You'll think I'm crazy for feeling this way, but my ex, whom I broke up with, has found love, and now I am no longer the one he wants. I tried for five years to make it work... I love him so much it hurts... but it just never did. And last night I kissed him and cried in his arms, and sang to him while he fell asleep and wished I could have him back. Wished I could make it work.

I feel like a monster, and I just want to tear everything, including myself, into pieces.

I know you'll never read this love, because you've moved on, as you should....

I feel so ugly

We Will Live Forever...

To my everlasting Love... You know who You are.

One of THE most beautiful films and scores in years, The Fountain by Clint Mansell
Film by Darren Aronofsky.

Ice Art

I have always loved ephemeral art made in nature, and I recently discovered Jim Denevan and his most recent work created on Lake Baikal in Siberia. He and his small team (including a documentarian and photographer) set off to the largest lake in the world to create a vast Fibonacci spiral of concentric circles, making the largest piece of artwork yet created on land. Amazingly they used only large brooms to make the circles, revealing beautiful geometric ice below.

To my surprise, the store Anthropologie commissioned Jim to do artwork for them, and that is where I found (and purchased) the book, Lake Baikal. For once I can say that now I don't feel as guilty for purchasing things there... they commission tons of artists, and so I tip my hat.

To see more visit: http://theanthropologist.net/#/JimDenevan

It's All a Circus...

I'm sad these days...

Water

What I know of water is this--

You are my lover

wrapping your large hands around me

You are deep--

cold,

You take no pity.

Pull me into your belly

It is this lovemaking I want:
something wreckless
I don't break so easy.

Pull me down,

into your undertow
tangle me inside your salty roots.

Then push me up toward that perfect blue sky
Save me.

your soft liquid orgasm.

city of desire, Eric Zener

Wind and Fields

June heat wraps its thick tongue 'round our shoulders, and

nearer to the thick of summer we come,

our heated souls wandering.

Fields are for love-

and for flowers

and wind comes in and reminds us

all things tamed are really not so. Undo the latch,

pretty flowers

let the wind take you too,

as a good lover should.

Moods

Lately I am in love with all things Moroccan... the open airiness of large rooms and intricate details. Textiles, metal, color. Such an old world mystery in the modern world.

I love the organic feel of this room, with a tree growing indoors...

Simple, yet rich

Old world magic...


Unknown, moroccan bathroom, staircase

Cinnamon

***

Cinnamon is in your blood,

like a hint of madness, turned

sexy.

Do you remember the time we drove passed

the red rocks and into the trees--

loving you

was all I needed

And hints of you now,

in the sheets

on the back patio- wind

and your name

inside

my tongue

forever.

-Lara Coscia


Mystic Morocco, time on your side, forecast

Let's Be Free

I am in divine holy wonderment of Free People's current flowy and bohemian gypsy fashion. Please Mr. Easter Bunny, leave me a crocheted summer dress for Easter...

{Strawberries...}

{Peruvian Star}

{One Stargazer Lily}

Let's be free together...

check out Free People's new line

To my Beloved

{Poem to Myself on Valentine's Day}

I must admit it was a surprise, I never expected it to be you--

and yet time's passed-- some have come and gone

but here you are, yes you.

And so I declare, I will love you with truth,

and in times of changing too

for you are the most important love,

never alone, no

rather anew.

Let your hair down and get wild! Even if alone in the kitchen with some rose petals and a vintage dress just for you...

Write yourself a love poem, will you?

A Fairy in My Kitchen, Murat Sayginer

Masquerade Please

Here is my idea for a wonderful Valentine's weekend- to host a masqerade ball in an old dilapidated castle, with winding staircases and candle lit halls. To escape in the splendor of the old world, with grand lavish dresses and secret passageways...

Think of me...

Think of me fondly...



Behind the Mask, FormFunction, Tim Walker

Blowing in the New Year

Wind

Like wind, sometimes we are blown into the direction of sorrow-

loss perhaps,

or sickness.

But a new year and a new wind,

perhaps a shade of pink.

Return to me

my lover

usher me into the sunlight

and the brush

Let my story come from here--

from this place of living.







Rodney Smith, Rosie Hardy

Stay tuned for more posts this year...
xoxox

Salut!

Pardon my absence of nearly two months... it's hard to believe it has been that long since I have blogged. I have been busy... living life I suppose. I have the urge to move- and I have Paris on my mind...

{J'adore Paris}

A toute a l'heure!

Cupcakery... xoxo

I LOVE these cupcakes! Ladybugs, caterpillars, and polkadots, oh my! I am definitely going to my favorite cupcake shoppe and getting a sweet snack today!

{Ladybug lovely}

{Mr. Caterpillar, how are you?}

Happy Tuesday!
xoxo

-Lara

photos by hello naomi

Never Never Land...

Eternal youth, ships, flying, and fairies
...and of course a humble thimble







"You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you."
-Peter Pan

By the sea, by the sea...

What else could a girl want?? The beach... hammocks, and 1950's fashion? I'm in love, how 'bout you?

photos by Millie Motts

And then there was Yellow..

I'm in a love affair with yellow... which is nothing really new, I have always loved the happy 'sunshiney' color... but I'm especially infatuated with it at the moment.

I LOVE these stockings!

Happy Thursday everyone!

images from top: tulips via thecolourgirl.com, stockings via marglove,
pineapple by longneckcrafts

A New Day...

Well,

My fellow bloggers.... I apologize for disappearing for over two weeks, but medical issues arose and I had to go to the hospital. When one is forced to be in a hospital for two weeks, you realize the beauty in every small detail... the flowers outside in the garden,
the soft blanket on your bed...

the solitude of coffee in the morning during sunrise.

If there is any absolute in life it is that of a new day. A tree's branch that has fallen, will precede the growth of another... the water that has dried on the ground will eventually be filled by rain,

the heart and all its deep red leaves, will grow like fire.

{Let's Go Fly a Kite...}


If this is a prayer, then let it be heard- and if it's a poem, let it be shared. But whatever the situation, a new day is always in order... this I know.

I'm glad to be home!

photo by jiurgis via flikr

Peep Show

Well,

these past couple of weeks I was away from my computer (more detail above), and I so desperately wanted to post my Easter finds... better late than never:)

As always I try to find new ways of sprucing up hot chocolate... it is good year round in my eyes. Simply place fake moss or green of your choice on saucer, and cup on top. Place a peep in the hot chocolate and you'll have an extra sweet something for Easter... (something to think about for next year, aye?)

And a proper basket is always in order...

Hope your Easter was wonderful!

images from top: Ohdeedoh and Pottery Barn

...out of focus...

This week has been a little rough... at least since Tuesday evening. So I went on a blind date (by the persuasion of a co-worker) and it
made me think of my ex...

so after a few beers, I found myself at his house, as if no time had gone by. Needless to say, I felt so defeated, not being over him yet, and spilling my guts to him. And worse, after I left, I remembered that oh so familiar feeling of letting go, yet again. Sorry to bum you out, but things have been a bit somber...

...............................

I just need to forget you

but you're here, in the scent of my clothes

in the restlessness of my hips... my neck.

I can still feel your jawline against the curve of my ribs

and this aches beyond color, or weight...

Why must I love you like this?

images by Nic*Nilla via flikr