Julie Pointer Adams
Julie is a writer and editor in Santa Barbara, CA. She is currently writing and producing a book on hospitality and entertaining / creating concepts and content for visual, editorial and experiential projects / prop and interior styling / creative writing.
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This month has been windier than normal, especially in the late afternoon and evening. The windows above our bed our surrounded by ficus trees, which in the breeze go whooshing and shirring against the glass, casting the most amazing light patterns across the walls and over the bed. It feels like a constantly evolving light show that can’t be ignored. The wind has always felt like an old friend to me, conjuring memories of the Santa Ana’s (warm winds that usually come at sundown) and feelings of nostalgia for the past.
02 Object (old)
After sorting through a bunch of stuff in storage for a garage sale, I rediscovered two watercolor portraits I did years ago of some close friends. Looking at them reminded me how much I love to paint and that it needs to become a regular practice again, even just for fun.
03 Object (new)
I just bought my first-ever digital camera from a photographer friend. I’ve always shot on film but I decided it was time to explore the digital world a little as well.
I got a letter in the mail from a childhood friend who now lives in Australia. Handwritten letters are always a surprise these days, and I savor reading and re-reading them like a special dessert.
While grocery shopping, an elderly, seemingly foreign woman in the meat section at Trader Joe’s asked me what percentage of fat the ground beef package she was holding had in it. As I was reading it for her, I glanced down at the shopping list in her hand, only to discover it was all written in shorthand. I was reminded that soon the generation of people who know or even recognize this cryptic looking language will be gone.
06 Night Out
We don’t spend many nights out these days, but Ryan and I recently attended a 20th anniversary party for the neighborhood I grew up in. The neighborhood is unique because it was built to allow college faculty (of which my dad is a part) to live in an area—and a town—that otherwise they’d be wildly priced out of. The gathering reminded me of how lucky I was to grow up in a place where I could run wild with my friends through eucalyptus groves, creek beds, and boulder piles; a place where red-tailed hawks shriek overhead and coyotes used to howl me to sleep. At the end of the party we walked back to my childhood home as a giant orange orb of a moon rose towards us over the trees.
07 Day Out
We’ve been reveling in Sundays as our day out of the house. Usually it starts with lunch at my parents’ house after church, then we play tennis at the college courts behind my house, then hit the beach for several hours while the sun’s still warm. The ocean has been painfully cold this year but the last time we went, it was hot enough that we actually dunked and stood in the waves for a long time. There’s literally nothing like the feeling of coming home from the beach with salty hair, sandy body and skin stretched taut from being in the sun all day.
08 Time Alone
I have time alone everyday since I work from home, but my significant moments alone this month have been the mornings when I intentionally remove myself from distractions and take time to write in my journal, read, and quietly process my thoughts. Moments such as these have always been crucial to my well-being.
09 Time With A Friend
I’ve been going on long Friday morning walks with my old college roommate now that we live in the same town again. We walk through the streets and hills of what we call the “Riviera” here, looking over our city and the Pacific, and passing by places that bring back old memories. We’ve been sorting through our 20s now that we’re both 30, comparing notes on newly-married life, and healing long-ago wounds from our college days.
010 Movie / TV / Book
We’ve gotten into a semi-regular evening ritual of getting dinner set up on the floor (no room for a table), and watching old episodes of funny shows—The Office, Parks & Recreation, Portlandia. Basically it’s our moment to unwind from the day and laugh at stupid humor together. Most recently we’ve fallen into the trap of Stranger Things, and I’ve been going to bed completely freaked out every night. Also, not technically tv, but I finally caught up with the rest of society and got obsessed with listening to the first season of Serial—and finished it in two days while working on a semi-mindless task.
My bedside always has a rotating stack of reads in progress. This month I am revisiting Wallace Stegner, recently finishing Crossing to Safety and now rereading Angle of Repose, both old favorites. Also in rotation is a collection of Kierkegaard’s writings called Provocations, and Flannery O’Connor’s A Prayer Journal—two books that I return to over and over again. One other that I finished earlier in the month was Krista Tippett’s Becoming Wise. She’s the genius behind the NPR “On Being” series which I love.
011 Creative Act
I bought a huge sketchpad of newspaper print, some drawing pencils and vine charcoal and have been attempting to draw again. Nothing fancy—just trying to re-learn how to see things around me again.