in with the old, in with the new.
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Don’t get stuck. Move, travel, take a class, take a risk. There is a season for wildness and a season for settledness, and this is neither. This season is about becoming. Don’t lose yourself at happy hour, but don’t lose yourself on the corporate ladder either. Stop every once in a while and go out to coffee or climb in bed with your journal…Now is your time. Walk closely with people you love, and with people who believe God is good and life is a grand adventure. Don’t get stuck in the past, and don’t try to fast-forward yourself into a future you haven’t yet earned. Give today all the love and intensity and courage you can, and keep traveling honestly along life’s path
-11 things to know at 25(ish)
“It is one of the most beautiful compensations of life that no man can sincerely try to help another without helping himself.”
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
Feeling thankful.
Life has a way fo presenting points of comparison to ground you back in your reality when you may have been drifting. When those extremes of life seem foggy and brushed aside, there are stories of tragedy, courage, fear, and struggle in the most impossible life conditions that put things in perspective. We must not forget we are each responsible for the time given to us. Cherish and revel in it for you are luckier than you may realize.
“when you’re a creative person and you’re not actively creating there’s this hole inside of you. but then when i started painting and drawing and when i became a prolifically creative person the hole went away.”
Things to remember:
-Where my priorities lie
-Life is a journey, meaning there is progress and movement; not stagnation
-Suffering is not always necessary
Really enjoying the project http://likeknowslike.com/. I feel it speaks to me directly. Through social media, we are able to be connected and get an inside look into the lives of all these amazing artists. However, is something lost in this process? Yes, the true connection to the artist and the tangible/raw relationship to the artwork. This project attempts to bring these revered artists back down to earth and introduce them as basic people. Because thats really what we all are; basic people. Thank you for the morning inspiration.
this sunshine today is a nice reminder of what is just around the corner. the world is waking up from it’s long winters slumber.
that moment of understanding
So thankful for my family today. Taking a moment to write it down because it seems so easy to forget sometimes, or not even realize it. I am thankful for selfless acts of love, constant encouragement, and genuine characters. I am lucky for the people that have made a permanent place in my life.
Life is really a package deal - grab it while you can!
I rediscovered bikram yoga this weekend.
For some time now I have been ‘meaning to return’, though those three months removed from my practice would beg to differ.
After class yesterday, my prioritization of the class was restored.
The 90 minute challenge proves entirely restorative, for my mind, body, heart, and soul. When things get to hard or I feel weak, I think “mind over matter” and “there is no ego in yoga”.
And then I somehow am able to find my center again.
If I should have a daughter…instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried.
And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.”
But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it.
I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “there’ll be days like this” my momma said, when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away.
You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
“Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
So touching
Playing around with photoshop yesterday, trying to recall basic skills, and I make have gotten carried away…
I call this “Our Year With the Exchange Student”
Happy Tuesday everyone!
throwback on my drive home tonight
I’ve been downhearted baby, I’ve been down, I’ve been downhearted baby
Those moments of elation. Moments of the utmost clarity and yet are indescribable to any other living soul. It is a feeling. A inner calling. Your gut is moving you this way and that. You have no choice but to follow it. To move with it. To go with it. It is raw, unperturbed.
Those feelings that reside inside of you and move you to no end. Though, you might realize, they are kept inside and dealt with in the privacy of your human vessel. We are all walking symphonies of feelings and emotions. A private symphony; a VIP showing. The beat of your heart and a small turn of the mouth might be the only evidence that the overture has just begun…
“The entire city has become mono-chromatic”, she said climbing out of the cab. It had been 3 days since we’d seen the sun and in response, the city had paled. We were all under a veil of whites, beiges, and eggshells.
baking bread - careful artform (emphasis on care)
as February rolls around, everyones attention seems to be tuned into the idea of love and where it is or isn’t in their lives. this video is a sweet reminder of the power of love and how it can surprise you when you least expect it.
Warms my heart.
Also, notice how there are no words said throughout the entire short. And none are needed. Brilliant animation.
