2nd day dance party

day 2 dance party from tawney bevacqua on Vimeo.

episode 1

my house turned into summer camp episode 1 from tawney bevacqua on Vimeo.

my house is a summer camp

no really. Everything has been cleared out and we have a place full of bunk beds, campers, and counsalors. I'll explain....
not only do I live in an amazing little commune ( 4 apartments and a shared kitchen) with the most amazing people (see below) that is in the best location ever and super cheap BUT it's also turns into a camp for people with and without disabilities. you'll have to check out the website ( zenomountainfarm.org) for yourself, but here is their bit on our community....

The Community
People of all ages and abilities are part of Zeno Mountain Farm including people with Cerebral Palsy, Down syndrome, law degrees, Autism, a love of art, teaching certificates, Cognitive Delay, carpentry skills, Williams Syndrome, a willingness to dance in public and Spina Bifida.
At camp we get the chance to do activities that would otherwise be impossible without assistance. We get the opportunity to experience and discover the creative and adventurous side of our lives and ourselves.

Today was the first day of actors camp. and I'm in love. Not only with Jeremy my new boyfriend who is an avid kiss fan and says hello to everyone and anyone that crosses his path, but also with debbie who is engaged to a man she met while competing at the special olympics and got teary eyed telling their story and sharing how "he is im my head and my life and my soul". We have a huge bond as two lovers of love and love songs. We've already belted out some celine dion, whitney, and Hero by mariah carey of course. Then there is Michael who has a rockin collection of cds that never leave his side, George who just is LOVE and my camper Steve hasn't even arrived yet and apparently he is the best ever! :) More to come later but here is a fun video about the camp with a lot of the same campers and some pictures from our fabulous pre camp housewarming party.

http://vimeo.com/3940791

We're captive on the carousel of time

Sixteen springs and sixteen summers gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him take your time it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down

And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return we can only look
Behind from where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other's cup, but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread, but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone.
Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping.
For only the hand of life can contain your hearts.
And stand together, yet not too near together.
For the pillars of the temple stand apart.
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow

for attractive lips.....

"For attractive lips, speak words of kindness. For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people. For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry. For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day. For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone." - Audrey Hepburn

beautiful day!

woke up in a warm embrace
stuck a coffee in my face

sat in the garden area of Axe and ate the 9 grain pancake ( best thing ever created) with my housemates ( best things ever created). We go there every other day... at least

went up the coast to Topanga Earth Day festival

sundown the guest began to arrive in the new Venice casa for the best house warming warming warming party ever. The fire pit and dancing made it extra warm.

6am driving to the mountains to witness my friends wed

and the journey continues






we need this at our house, but with pancakes instead of waffles

today the ocean made me cry

I walked to the beach today for my daily surf and was debating getting in the water. The tide was super high, it was windy, there wasn't much going on, but then I spotted some dolphins and we hadn't hung out in awhile so I went in. I was waiting for my friends to come back when I spotted something large and orange in the distance, it was a plastic flower pot. Of course I couldn't leave it, so I paddled out to it, paddled all the way in, walked to a garbage, and paddled back out. Then a candy bar rapper floated by me followed by a ziplock bag. I was sticking the garbage into the legs of my wetsuit so I could continue surfing guilt free. I started paddling into a wave and caught a black plastic bag in my hand. OVER 100,000 MARINE ANIMALS, INCLUDING DOLPHINS, DIE EVERY YEAR FROM PLASTIC BAGS. Obviously, I wasn't in the ocean to surf today and 3 large dolphin friends popped up about 10 feet away to remind me they needed my help, our help. After about an hour and a half of paddling up and down the coast with the dolphins this is what I collected.....

The largest landfill is in the ocean. It's twice the size of Texas and floating in between California and Hawaii. And that's only the "Eastern Garbage Patch"....... there are others. Seeing what the dolphins see this morning made me cry. I'm chocking back tears right now. All that plastic we use daily without even thinking twice about it is what is showing up in the stomachs of dead dolphins in autopsies. I know this is harsh and I know it's tough to live in this world without using plastic, but the most beautiful things on this earth are dying as we continue unconsciously consuming. Just start somewhere. Join me today as I promise to NEVER ACCEPT OR USE A PLASTIC BAG AGAIN. The grocery store is an obvious one, but I quit doing that awhile ago. I'm talking about anywhere and everywhere.... cvs, the airport, filling prescriptions, gas stations, Disneyland, clothing stores, restaurant to go bags. Say it with me " I will never use a plastic bag again!" and while we're at it you can join my commitment to NEVER USE PLASTIC WATER BOTTLES. Americans will buy an estimated 25 billion single-serving, plastic water bottles this year. Don't be one of them. 22 billion of those will end up in a landfill. Just go get yourself a stainless steal water bottle and don't be lazy.
Tomorrow is Earth Day on the calender, but if you haven't got the memo EARTH DAY IS EVERYDAY. So please, I beg you, commit to something that will better the environment and you will better yourself.

now lets share our commitment with everyone we know!

owl always love you

more goodness from iheartlove.tumblr.com

I got offered a full time job with FREE THE SLAVES!

WOW

hummus (my future feline)

LOVE this! Thanks Casey

I mean....I REALLY.....REALLY LOVE this!

King Charles from Black Cab Sessions on Vimeo.

love means

“Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.”
— Erich Fromm (via kari-shma) (via quote-book) (via lovebot) (via iheartlove.tumblr.com)



I think love also means taking baths together!

You are precisely as big as what you love and precisely as small as what you allow to annoy you.

committed

Last week a wonderful man said I was "marriageable" and all I could do was laugh. Then I got home to find a friend had dropped off Elizabeth Gilbert's new book, Committed a skeptic makes peace with marriage

"We Americans often say that marriage is "hard work." I'm not sure the Hmong would understand this notion. Life is hard work, of course, work is very hard work- I'm quite certain they would agree with those statements- but how does marriage become hard work? Here's how: Marriage becomes hard work once you have poured the entirety of your life's expectations for happiness into the hands of one mere person. Keeping that going is hard work. A recent survey of young American women found that what women are seeking these days in a husband-more than anything else- is a man who will "inspire" them, which is, by any measure, a tall order. As a point of comparison, young women of the same age, surveyed back in the 1920s, were more likely to choose a partner based on qualities such as "decency" or "honesty," or his ability to provide for a family. But that's not enough anymore. Now we want to be INSPIRED by our spouses! DAILY! Step to it, honey!
But this is exactly what I myself have expected in the past from love (inspiration, soaring bliss) and this is what I was now preparing to expect all over again with Felipe- that we should somehow be answerable for every aspect of each other's joy and happiness. That our very job description as spouses was to be each other's everything.
So I had always assumed, anyhow.
And so I might have gone on blithely assuming, except that my encounter with the Hmong had knocked me off course in one critical regard: For the first time in my life, it occurred to me that perhaps I was asking too much of love. Or, at least, perhaps I was asking too much of marriage. Perhaps I was loading a far heavier cargo of expectation onto the creaky old boat of matrimony than that strange vessel had ever been built to accommodate in the first place."


I was never one of those little girls that dreamed of her wedding day, I still don't. My last boyfriend always said things like "the one" so I had moments of pondering what it would be like to take on that huge feat, but through the thoughts of dresses and flowers, family and dancing I KNEW the word "yes" would leave my vocabulary if I was every asked. I just can't imagine signing up for that. Of course I can't imagine it, it's not time for me to get married and I've never found anyone I wanted to marry. But I do wish there was some preplanning or something. I haven't even figured out the old method of choosing a partner based on "decency" or "honesty" yet. But even though I'm skeptical, even though I've seen horrible divorces, miserable marriages, even though I've been betrayed, lied to, and cheated on, and even though I haven't finished the book yet I KNOW I'm going to be one lucky woman who finds one lucky man and we are going to be two lucky people that love each other comfortably into some sort of beautiful marriage. It will be easy, compassionate, passionate, fun, and INSPIRING. No expectations, just is.




maybe I have done a little pre-planning :)

happy birthday brother love

love, rain, and poetry

I woke up to a dream

light and love shinning in



YES!

California surfer receives whale of an escort during marathon paddle, by Pete Thomas

California surfer receives whale of an escort during marathon paddle, by Pete Thomas

meet me in Los Angeles

come sit underneath my tall palm trees. there's so many things we can do underneath this los angeles moon


ooooo i love it