Daily Prompt: Lofty

Good morning!

I love this daily prompt. (Lofty defined on Merriam-Webster’s site here.)

So apropos too. I was looking at lofts again recently. I absolutely love lofts – this alone I think makes me lofty in a sense. I find the vertical space delicious.



But also I have a lofty view of things. Like luxury, for example.



Usually luxury sounds expensive. And from some perspectives, it is. But not always in the way we imagine.



Luxury, can also be playful and generous.
Like this gem I found this morning over chia coffee with the coconut trinity of milk, oil and sugar. (Yes – it chia coconut coffee is a religious ritual for me right now.) 



Playful art curators who challenge the iciness – or loftiness – that has intimidated me at least – of the art world. I was curious about studying art therapy and performing arts, art curation – but I felt I was not … lofty enough, you could say.



But maybe I am.  Maybe it doesn’t matter.

“In the land of plenty, luxury isn’t defined by opulence or excess. Luxury is the ability to make up your own rules.” – Massimiliano Gioni

I love that definition of luxury. It reminds me of another quote, by Coco Chanel.
Le luxe, ce n’est pas le contraire de la pauvreté mais celui de la vulgarité.
Translates to:
“Some people think luxury is the opposite of poverty. It is not. It is the opposite of vulgarity.”

According to Thesaurus.com the antonym for vulgarity is politeness, decorum, restraint.


By that definition, I think luxury can be defined as freedom and kindness – or courtesy.


Sounds good to me. I think that’s in my budget. 

Feeling lofty still? I could imagine myself with my chia coconut luxurious coffee in one of these coolest lofts ever.

Care to join me?

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via Daily Prompt: Lofty


My Phlebotomist Friend #realstories #cancer #beingmortal

A little while ago I saw an Asian woman when I went to get my blood work done.
Her husband was battling liver cancer last year and we had talked about alternative remedies.
She asked me how I was and I said well, I am still alive. Then suddenly I wondered how her husband was.
After she put a warm pack on my veins – they have been uncooperative lately – she told me he had passed a few days after a difficult surgery, but before he passed he had her buy him food and then told her it was for her to eat. She said he looked at her and smiled and then closed his eyes.
She wasn’t happy with how the surgery went and it reminded me of the book I just read by Atul Gawande, Being Mortal –
The importance of having the difficult conversations and finding out not so much what the patient is willing to endure, but how they can be comfortable.
Sometimes this gives them extra time. I think that relaxing and surrendering to the illness and conserving the energy is sometimes more valuable to the healing process.
They say if you make one person smile then your life has purpose; I wanted to make people laugh. Is that like, double purpose?
Speaking of double purpose.
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