Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Photo by Today is a good day

"For last year's words belong to last year's language and next year's words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning."
~T.S. Eliot

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Christmas Magic

I'm actually going to miss Christmas once it's over. Even though I'm not able to be with my family this year, this is the first time in a long time I've actually enjoyed being in the spirit and watching the old animated Christmas shows and listening to music. It's a familiar feeling, like the time before I found out Santa wasn't real.

I was a faithful child to Santa. I never stopped believing because of all the logical reasons children stop. Never for a minute did I not believe in the magic. Santa *was* magic. That's how he got everything accomplished. I could never understand why the other children didn't believe. "Magic isn't even real!" they'd say. I never understood that. That's why my world was shattered the night I found out Santa wasn't real. Somehow it all clicked. I realized the stories weren't true and magic really didn't exist. Just like everyone had said.

My family continues to laugh at the dramatic display I put on that night. I cried like nobody's business, but it really *did* shatter everything I had ever believed in and Christmas was never the same after that. Even up until now I have had a lackluster spirit about the whole thing. But this year...this year has been good. I don't know what changed.

Maybe I just let myself believe in the magic again.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

Photo by miss_blackbutterfly

There are pieces of light inside of me that I must give. "Give your light," is what I heard. Not just at Christmas, but every day, because there is a lot of light to give. So there are secret things to be done. Little stars plucked from the galaxy. If you should come upon one, keep it close!

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Vacation at home

Christmas shopping
jingle bells
gold & silver tinsel stars
mosaic candle holders
tea lights
floating stars
gingerbread cookies
purple skirt
A Little Princess

gift wrapping
envelope addressing
body shimmer
glitter everywhere
pad thai

lunch with boyfriend
watching faerie tales
new poetry
watercolor flowers
dreamy music
wearing pajama pants all day (except for lunch out) ;)

being mama bear (boyfriend had 6 teeth extracted)
rainy day

bread bowls full of soup
mailing gifts
chai tea latte
more poetry
The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe
flickr inspiration

dinner and games with friends

more laziness
sleeping until 1 p.m.
last recharge before back to work

Friday, December 12, 2008

New/Old Soul

Photo by CinemaCowgirl

"If there's a book you really want to read, but it hasn't been written yet, then you must write it."

~Toni Morrison

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

The Cottingley Faeries

"Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you on this earth. Sometimes you catch them. They can be the hands of the people you love. They can be your pets- pups with funny names, cats with ferocious old souls. The thing that keeps you here can be your art. It can be things you have collected and invested with a certain sense of meaning. A flowered, buckled treasure chest of secrets. Shoes that make you taller and, therefore, closer to the heavens. A suit that belonged to your fairy godmother. A dress that makes you feel a little like the Goddess herself.

Sometimes you keep falling; you don't catch anything.

Sometimes you fall, spinning through space, grasping for the things that keep you here. Sometimes you catch them. Sometimes you don't.

Sometimes they catch you."

From Necklace of Kisses
~Francesca Lia Block

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Moon and Apple

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When the apple tree blooms,
the moon comes often like a blossom,
paler than any of them,
shining over the tree.

It is the ghost of the summer,
the white sister of the blossoms who returns
to drop in on us,
and radiate peace with her hands
so that you shouldn't feel too bad when the hard times come.
For the Earth itself is a blossom, she says,
on the star tree,
pale with luminous
ocean leaves.

~Rolf Jacobsen

Book Update

Dear Hilda,
I thought it might be good for me to say hello, as I have not thought of you or Ezra for quite some time. Other friends characters and stories have pushed their way through. It was inevitable, was it not? I don't feel bad about putting you in the backseat. I mean, you're still in the car, right? There are just other things that need to be taken care of before I can focus on you and Ezra. I think it's best that I take a break from Ezra anyway. I'm sure you agree, as you know how persistent he can be. And rude.

Anyhow, I still care dearly for you and will return to you again...someday. Who knows. Maybe this letter will find you in the most ambitious state and you'll climb over the car seats and ride shotgun again.


Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Dresses to dream about...

Aren't these dresses dreamy? Perhaps it's the first time in my life when I want to wear a white dress instead of a black one. I especially love the soft pink one on the far left, but it's no longer available. I've been dress hunting for days, but haven't been able to find one that steals my heart. And of course now that I don't want a black dress, that's all I see. Where are you my shimmery winter white love dress? It also seems that there is no such thing as a pair of glittery white tights, unless you're 5 and in a ballet recital. I found all kinds of other glittery tights -grey, black, purple. But no white.

You see, I'm going to see the Trans Siberian Orchestra Christmas concert in three weeks and I want to have the perfect outfit. It's not often that I get to glam it up for the holidays, so I want to have something really fun and whimsical this year. Not that icky red plaid dress I wore to the Nutcracker two years ago. It's not really icky, but I don't want to wear it.

So, that is the dilemma.