1.31.2010

Yoko Ono

Mums. I just love Yoko Ono Mums...
Also known as Green Button Mums.
Everyone knows Yoko Ono is much cooler, though.












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1.30.2010

Staying In

I find something so wonderful in the ability to stay home on the weekend. I love taking a night to myself to relax, hang out with the Lover of my soul, & slowly get caught up on things left neglected during the week. I love taking a night just to be. Tonight, however, got a little crazy. I popped open a couple bottles of OPI, read Sassy's Pottery Barn mag, and even ate some chocolate chips straight from the bag. Awesome.














I also found this little treasure: Sibella Court's Etcetera.
Look at all the pretties! And enjoy your Sunday : )









































1.27.2010

Such A Hipster












I cannot wait to see this man in concert.
Along with Mr. Jason Castro.
But yes, Matt Hires. In concert. February 24th. He's so hipster.
















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1.25.2010

Grocery Shopping

















(P.C.: Weheartit)
I went grocery shopping today. There is something so
therapeutic about it. I'm not sure if it's the constant murmur
of voices, the incessant grating of shopping cart wheels
against the floor, or maybe the 'ding' of cash registers.
Either way, I love grocery shopping whether with friends
or by myself. I hope you, too, find joy in the routine &
necessary activities in life.

My roommate lovingly calls grocery shopping
grocery stalking. She's precious.

Happy grocery shopping, ladies & germs.

1.19.2010

Love Sorrow

We're all familiar with loss. The wrenching hurt of shattered conceptions. The collapse of certain fidelity. The evaporation of love. The disappearance of a petty childhood toy. A loving friend reminded me, in my absence of mind, of Ecclesiastes 3.

There is a time for everything, &
a season for every activity under heaven:
A time to be born & a time to die...a time to weep
& a time to laugh...a time to mourn & a time to dance...

How precious is the permission to be full of sorrow! The license to be soulfully aching! I want to scream to the world that I am going to miss the friendship & companionship of my precious puppy. Yes, this is all about a dog. Fifteen years, Trigger has been a girl's best friend. Fifteen years, he has annoyed me to no end. For fifteen years, he has been the epitome of joy.

And cue tears.

Love sorrow. She is yours now & you must
take care of what has been
given. Brush her hair, help her
into her little coat, hold her hand,
especially when crossing the street. For, think,

what if you should lose her? Then you would be
sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness
would be yours. Take care, touch
her forehead that she feel herself not so

utterly alone. And smile, that she does not
altogether forget the world before the lesson.
Have patience in abundance. And do not
ever lie or ever leave her even for a moment

by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,
abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,
sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.
And amazing things can happen. And you may see,

as the two of you go
walking together in the morning light, how
little by little she relaxes, she looks about her;
she begins to grow.

--Love Sorrow from "Red Bird" by Mary Oliver



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And so I will run with my sorrow for a time. I will embrace her. I will acknowledge that this is her time, & I will walk hand in hand with her in the full security that God is the strength of my heart & my portion forever.

1.12.2010

The Sun

The Sun
By Mary Oliver

Have you ever seen
anything
in your life
more wonderful

than the way the sun,
every evening,
relaxed and easy,
floats toward the horizon

and into the clouds or the hills,
or the rumpled sea,
and is gone--
and how it slides again

out of the blackness,
every morning,
on the other side of the world,
like a red flower

streaming upward on its heavenly oils,
say, on a morning in early summer,
at its perfect imperial distance--
and have you ever felt for anything
such wild love--
do you think there is anywhere, in any language,
a word billowing enough
for the pleasure

that fills you,
as the sun
reaches out,
as it warms you
as you stand there,
empty-handed--
or have you too
turned from this world--

or have you too
gone crazy
for power,
for things?

What a beautiful poem.
Just wanted to share it.

1.07.2010

What's In a Name?...

...That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet

I feel as if I have some explaining to do in the way of the
name of my blog.

So, here it goes:
...These have come so that your faith-
of greater worth than gold, which perishes
even though refined by fire- may be proved
genuine & may result in praise, glory & honor when
Jesus Christ is revealed... First Peter 1:7
I encourage you to read the whole passage.
It will rock your world.

Short-term GOAL: I must finish choreographing a
competition dance routine for a local high school
before I can share with you...other goals.

Here's to 25 degree weather in Dallas, Texas.
Bless & be blessed.