February 2012
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Better than it looks.
Saturday brunchtime tradition is always coffee, waffles, and company. This time we went to the best, old person loved, local pancake house. Filled it with memories anew. I’ll tell you, the conversation was top-notch.
this + tea + tissues
I walked along, thinking about all the things like misperceptions and misrepresentations. I realized I forgot the papers that I needed. I curiously pondered the concept of humility and unity. I planned to stop for coffee and I thought through the route I would take. I realized how little I understood, and trusted in how much truth I already possess. I became aware.
I wondered what people...
January 2012
11 posts
Today, I love.
Bright green and clean white. Surprisingly warm, {almost} spring scented air. Walks when needed, longer than expected. Telephone calls. Hurried studies. French tests. Promises.
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The thing about art is..
You’ve got to love what you are doing. {Not just the process, but the finished product.}
It’s too hard otherwise.
And it seems, at times, one is quite in tune with her own soul, and suddenly completely at odds with it.
Such a flighty thing…
see what I mean
Illustration by Grady McFerrin
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Don’t think twice, it’s alright.
tiptoe. softly. and only whisper.
water for the tea, under a blanket, curl your toes. hushed steam rises.
with gratitude for quiet light.
WatchMary Ellen and I had an adventure in the real world last night.
Today, I love.
Freshly blanketed snow, the purest of whites. Whole wheat raspberry ricotta scones for breakfast, with strings attached. Fisherman’s wool, newly crocheted, promising to give warmth. Resting in misunderstandings, laughing them off. Sounds of teeth being brushed. Words being shared. Morningtime.
Confession
I have a new years resolution: To drink deeply of this life I’ve been given. And then I’ll share it, peace by peace.
On this particular day, I met friends at the very coffee shop we were at the night before. We listened as a weirdo with a beardo played us songs with an electric guitar. Soon following, words were written on broken coffee stirrers for a fun game with words. My...
Art is easy.
December 2011
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Love, compassion, and second chances. Carry on with the merry.
November 2011
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I crave the familiar, yet pursue the adventure. I wander in the cold so to return to the safe of the warm. November, you will be good for me.
October 2011
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I don’t even like orange.
But I splattered and smeared and wiped it richly.
I am wild soul with a maker’s heart.
Mountains, call me thither.
September 2011
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August 2011
3 posts
A tale of a wanderer...
Lately, I feel like a wild spirit, an adventurer, perhaps even a vagabond. There’s been a pull to peruse the nooks and crannies of the world. And there are so many of those nooks and even more crannies, I dare say! I fear I must not stay in any one place for too long.
So, in attempt to satiate my desire a wild adventure, I soaked up every moment of a mini-road-trip to a wedding. So, with...
July 2011
3 posts
An idyllic life will never satisfy. Rather, we must embrace the ebb and the flow.
How-to guide: On visiting Chicago like you're from...
One’s visit to the city starts before the trip even begins; in the wardrobe. Whatever you do, heed no advice from your aunt. To visit any city, you must ditch the tennis shoes and the backpack. Impractical shoes are a must.
Do you have a map? Good. Put it away. Out of sight, out of mind. Taking the train into the city is a good way to test your wits and city know-how. The night before...
June 2011
4 posts
Somewhere, Pennsylvania
A little town, tucked away in the Allegheny mountains.
Without these.
Bursting is the folder on my desktop named inspiration. And I can’t help but add more. Flooding the internet is the work of hundreds and thousands of remarkable artists whose work I get the pleasure of perusing. I really should continue the cycle of these artists, as they’ve inspired me so. Dolan Geiman is the artist of the work above. His mixed media pieces are made of found objects...
Summer is here and spring hardly came at all. Our bodies perspire; the trees show us mercy. Berries fill every bowl to the brim and stain the lips of little ones. The earth is ready. Don’t dare speak the time for we do not want to know.
April 2011
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March 2011
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Good morning.
February 2011
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WatchFor those who still find their way to my blog, I thought you might enjoy.
December 2010
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October 2010
3 posts
A little dreaming won't hurt...
My daydreaming in the last twenty-four hours has been mainly centered around thoughts of home. (which has incidentally put the song “Home” in my head) I’m creating a mental list of things I want and need to do to rest.
I’m in my room lit only by the light of the gray skies through my window and an incandescent light bulb and I’m listening to music that makes my heart warm.
Peace has not been abundant these days.
.. and maybe I have an 11:00 class, and maybe it’s 11:05, but I don’t want to leave my warmly-lit room because maybe I’m feeling peace for the first time in many days.
September 2010
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Last week, I wrote:
“I just thought that maybe if it rained everything would be better. I could wear a dress and no shoes and I would run and dance and spin and I wouldn’t have have to do what I’m doing.”
It’s raining now. I’m wearing jeans and I’m wearing shoes and I drove my truck just to avoid getting the bottom of my pants any wetter than they are...
August 2010
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Beautiful people and moments and treasures and a God who gave them to me.
July 2010
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