flux.

Lately, words have been lacking. But do not be fooled-for there is a huge flux of emotions in my heart and thoughts in my brain.
I move into a lovely house with one of my best friends next week.  Our creator will spoil our senses daily with the beautiful lake murray as our backyard.  I start a new job June 1st. I will be feeding my passion to create and learn and mess up and discover and grow.  I’m really excited to experience what is next.  As I enter into this new and strange season of my life,  I’m really in love with the consistency of God.

I looked it up.

I’m a fan of verse 8.

Public.

@ the Visulite Theatre.

Friends and lovers and thinkers and strangers.

While I will always believe that solitude is beautiful and important and conducive to personal growth, lately I’ve found that I am brought to life simply by discovering the value of different types of people everywhere that I go. Life is not meant to be spent in isolation and seclusion but instead to be shared and celebrated and communed with each other.  The air is so much sweeter when you love to the extent at which you cannot breathe.

fortunes.

Either the Asian food industry has become slightly lazy with their complimentary gifts of good fortunes…or I’m going to have a really great week.  I will let you know on Friday.

Rubber stamps are so trendy right now.

Angela bought me this  stamp at an old antique store and it makes me laugh. Every time.

Yes, that’s right, every time.

Something that I think is true:

It is good to be still.

Baby face.

We all do it…and it probably creeps Ava out.

Hospital Beds.

I spent some time at the hospital today with my grandma, which i would strongly recommend to all. Because, you see, it’s beautiful.  Her beauty lies in her mind and in her hands, in her past and in her pain, in her patience and mostly in her love.

After visiting her, I can’t stop myself from thinking about time. About life and years and days  and minutes and this very second, and how I might use my own breath with wisdom.

This world is a callous place, indeed.

writhing for change.

Change heightens sensitivity. In all things-the big and the small.
I am aware of every opportunity, every smile, every missed call, every word, every sunset,
every moment.

Waiting for my real life to begin.