Today I am fortunate to have woken up, I am alive, I have a precious human life, I am not going to waste it. I am going to use All my energies to develop myself, To expand my heart out to others, To achieve enlightenment for The benefit of all beings, I am going to have kind thoughts towards others, I am not going to get angry, Or think badly about others, I am going to benefit others As much as I can.

The Dalai Lama

me and mr. cassidy

I saw this duo on my birthday and fell in LOVE with them.  their album chronicles a sweet love story from beginning to end....oh my heart hurts!

Summer 2011

I have a feeling you will be one for the books.

Lately

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Miracles
by Walt Whitman 

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles, 
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan, 
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky, 
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of
   the water, 
Or stand under trees in the woods, 
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
   with any one I love, 
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest, 
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car, 
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer
   forenoon, 
Or animals feeding in the fields, 
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air, 
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so
   quiet and bright, 
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring; 
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles, 
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with
   the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim—the rocks—the motion of the waves—
   the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

I am Back!

After a busy and uninspired quarter, I am back!


From the book Edymion, John Keats

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: 
Its loveliness increases; it will never 
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep 
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep 
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. 
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing 
A flowery band to bind us to the earth, 
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth 
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, 
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkened ways 
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all, 
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall 
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, 
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon 
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils 
With the green world they live in; and clear rills 
That for themselves a cooling covert make 
'Gainst the hot season; the mid forest brake, 
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms: 
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms 
We have imagined for the mighty dead; 
All lovely tales that we have heard or read: 
An endless fountain of immortal drink, 
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink. 

Nor do we merely feel these essences 
For one short hour; no, even as the trees 
That whisper round a temple become soon 
Dear as the temple's self, so does the moon, 
The passion poesy, glories infinite, 
Haunt us till they become a cheering light 
Unto our souls, and bound to us so fast, 
That, whether there be shine, or gloom o'ercast, 
They alway must be with us, or we die. 


This week I hope to capture beauty in my heart

B

i LOVE this.  and i hope you do too.


enjoy.

For Tiffany ;)

My favorite blogger, Laura, from A Diary of Little Things and Curiousities, asked these questions of her readers, and this was my response:

I don't claim to know much, but this much I know to be true:

Hardest lesson:
I am not super woman. I do not have super powers. It is not up to me to make sure everyone is happy. I tend to be an idealist and would have an elaborate illustration of what a particular event looked like (i.e. birthdays, dates, trips, anything that could possibly get hyped) and when things didn't live up to my hype or go EXACTLY as planned, I would be crushed. (Not something I am proud of) But I've learned to not focus on the exact details, but more on the people I'm spending these occasions with and the beautiful memories we are making. It was hard for me to relax, but once I did, life tasted all the more sweeter.

If I could go back & teach my former self one thing, I would say this:
"Everyone has their own insecurities, they hardly have time to notice yours. So Little C, be yourself, be genuine, be honest, but above all else - Be Love"

Best Advice:
Happiness is a choice, not always an easy one, but it's there for you anytime you want it. - My mom

Standards of Measuring my Life:
I strive to live my life with a deep thirst and hunger. A thirst and hunger for life, adventure, curiosity, joy, love, and light. Every day I strive to feel alive. Sometimes that feeling comes from sharing a delicious meal with loved ones, feeling the sun's rays on my skin, exploring a new part of town, getting lost in a book, art that inspires the soul, or that deep connection in serving and loving another life and expecting nothing in return.  I try to live my life according to this simple mantra: Love God, Love Others.