May 29, 2014

Truth...

...when life and work get crazy busy it's difficult to find time to blog because my mind is in so many other places but I will return soon with new content and as always lots of words, inspiration, and pretty things to look at! In the mean time in honor of Maya Angelou's life here is my favorite poem of hers.

I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, 
life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: 
a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, 
you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; 
you need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, 
I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. 
People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, 
but people will never forget how you made them feel.


May 21, 2014

Words Wednesday | The Invitation by ORIAH MOUNTAIN DREAMER









It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I
want to know what you ache for and if you dare to
dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to
know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for
your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your
moon. I want to know if you have touched the center
of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s
betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from
fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your
Own without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your
Own; if you can dance with wildness and let the
ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
Without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic,
To remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me
Is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another
To be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation
of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is
not pretty every day. And if you can source your own
life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and
Mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and
shout to the silver of the full moon, ‘Yes.’

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how
much money you have. I want to know if you can get
up after a night of grief and despair, weary and
bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done
To feed the children

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you
came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in
the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom
You have studied. I want to know what sustains you
From the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself
And if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

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May 12, 2014

Artist | Still Life Paintings by STANLEY BIELEN

Stanley Bielen is a teacher at the Fleisher Art Memorial of the Philadelphia Museum of Art. He was born in Poland, studied at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts and currently resides in Philadelphia. His small still life paintings remind me of looking at an object through blurry eyes. Close up they look very muddled but once you step away you can see the shapes take the form of the flowers or fruit being represented. I also enjoy his use of soft colors and neutral backgrounds. 


Oranges


Autumn Roses


Floral Etude XI, Quince Blossom


Posy


Airy Marigolds

{See more of Stanley Bielen's Work at The Harrison Gallery}


May 11, 2014

To My Mother

Rest in peace and love, Mom. 



May 9, 2014

April Book Club Review | Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

"Her death had obliterated that. It had obliterated me. It had cut me short at the very height of my youthful arrogance. It had forced me to instantly grow up and forgive her every motherly fault at the same time that it kept me forever a child, my life both ended and begun in that premature place where we'd left off. She was my mother, but I was motherless. I was trapped by her but utterly alone. She would always be the empty bowl that no one could fill. I'd have to fill it myself again and again and again."

When she was twenty-six, after the death of her mother, divorce, and a bunch of bad decisions, Cheryl Strayed embarked on a thousand mile plus journey on the Pacific Crest Trail to try to reclaim her life. WILD follows Cheryl's inexperienced travels along the PCT through California and Oregon. Her story describes the challenges she faces on the trail, from heavy backpacks to losing toenails because her shoes were too small to the people she meets along the way. An interesting balance is achieved between the story of her difficulties as an inexperienced hiker and her internal monologue, including flashbacks to her life before the trail, and how she is dealing with the loss of her mother, the disintegration of her family, and her divorce.

Having lost my own mother at a young age to cancer I could relate to the loss, grief, and pain she expressed throughout the book. But at times she infuriated me and I couldn't understand how she could be so self-destructive, cheating on a husband who loved her, experimenting with heroin, failing to graduate when all she had left was one small paper to write. Still, I was intrigued by her fearlessness despite her lack of experience and ultimate decision and determination to complete her hike.

May 8, 2014

Bachelorette Party | Photo Hunt

Another DIY I did for the Bachelorette Party I attended a couple weeks ago was the Scavenger/Photo Hunt for our "Girl's Night Out." This was really fun, I composed a list of my favorite tasks from other lists and recommendations I found online. Then I ran the final list by the other Bachelorette attendees. After that I used Adobe Illustrator to create a fun graphic flier to give to Kristin and the other girls for our night out. I think adding pictures of all of us was the perfect extra touch! We had a blast!!

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