August 2010
44 posts
July 2010
68 posts
15 days, but who's really counting?
(via katherinecunningham)
no other story but this one
I love to write though very rarely are my words coherent. If you gazed at a few of my journal entries over the past few months, absolutely none of it would make sense to you. But after spending some time doing so this evening, one message stood out to me. Written heavily between the lines of my own scribble, I saw (and heard) this: live each day like it was your last alone with Me. It didn’t...
change is good
New theme—I know, but it feels good. I’ve been wanting to change it for a little while now since I’ve been working with magazines. Even my dreams skim across glossy white pages, sometimes with a titled matte cover. So, why not? It only suits the change in me, maybe. Heck, I might even rearrange all my furniture while I’m in the mood!
wingardium leviosa
The new face of Burberry’s 2010 Spring/Summer campaign, Emma Watson is brilliant.
broken rings
Just the other night, as I sat reading in bed, Mom brought in a handful of jewelry she’s collected over the years. One piece was a tiny baby bracelet of turquoise opaques. Another was a gold necklace with a pink diamond dangling from an itty bitty chain. Each were presents from her to me when I was just a little girl, but I don’t even remember ever having them in my possession. As she...
“In the crook of the crescent moon sits the Holy Lady, with strong muscles and a...”
– Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood (via rainbowsoflivingcolor)
red light, green light, red light
A friend once told me that each person’s heart has a divine tendency to grow and learn differently than anyone else’s. According to her, some inherit a story of spiritual growth like being cooked in a microwave, immediately understanding the need for grace and forgiveness. Others grow to learn these lessons to fit their preconceived knowledge—“like being baked in an...
restoration
You know the feeling. The one where your heart feels like a jumbled mess of puzzle pieces. But just one long talk with a good friend seems to put those pieces in an order you may have never thought of. Well, that was what this weekend was like for me. Except I had 2 good friends, and 3 days of talking.
Being the crazy girls we are, we wasted no time with ordinary adventures. We took full...
