May 25, 2011 at 3:28 pm (beautiful, OMG SHOES!, so haute, spring)
Although I’m stoked about the nice weather we’re finally experiencing here in the Apple, I’m less than thrilled about what the season is doing to my sinuses. I just want to breathe!!! Is that too much to ask?!?!?! ARGH!!! OK, enuf of that. My suffering however didn’t prevent me from spotting these lovely Charlotte Olympia Colorblock lovelies. Whew! #jesusbeawinninglotto#
May 13, 2011 at 4:23 pm (beautiful, dream, sigh, spring)
Oh THEE way I would love this…
March 29, 2011 at 3:24 pm (beautiful, love, sigh, spring)
Life is full of surprises. Just when you have settled into the routine of your life, work, family, friends, love, no love, something pops up and shakes your existence to the core. All that you thought you knew, understood, almost vanish with the sudden, unexpected promise of surprise. I love surprises. Well at least I believe I do. I haven’t had many so let me retract that statement, I think I love surprises. I often watch episodes of Oprah when she surprises her guest with her favorite thing or their favorite celebrity and I find myself crying happy tears, wanting to be surprised too.
So in walks You, coming from the darkened shadows as if You’ve been waiting in the wings for Your cue to enter stage right. Literally snatched from a page in my past , You were my first love, my first kiss. Fast forward to the present and we’re like Sanaa and Taye in a scene from Brown Sugar. Standard old friend greetings and how you beens turn into weaved fingers under tables … somehow we still fit. I try not to take You seriously thinking that You are just still a nice guy and that I didn’t feel the spark when our hands touched, but I did. You return to my table reminding me of our past, flashing that smile and I’m warm. Still not wanting to acknowledge the sparks felt, I promise to keep in touch only for You to return again and take a seat and take my hand. This time more than sparks, we both feel the intensity of them as we gaze at each other. Honestly, time stands still as the world seem to be on hyper speed, it’s just us. Our goodbye is a kiss on the cheek that lingers and words whispered. To be continued…
Surprises are great when they lead to roads wonderful and exciting. Feeling almost like Christmas unwrapping gifts, hoping that you get what you want, your heart’s desire, SURPRISE! Your heart beats uncontrollably as you look around to see if you’ve been “punked”, relieved when Ashton doesn’t come from behind the bushes. Settling in to see what all this means, you relax and enjoy the euphoria of the moment, holding tight to never let it end. Embracing the possibility of discovering more as time progresses … and it all started with a beautiful surprise.
April 28, 2010 at 4:26 pm (dream, green, spring, thoughts, today)
Wednesday…I can see Friday in the distance, slowly coming over the horizon. Hallelujah! This weekend I’ll be retreating in PA with the lovely ladies of my church and I’m looking forward to the fellowship, fun and most of all SLEEP. I have to be perfectly honest, I will be doing my fair share of zzzzzzzzzzzz this good weekend. Let the church say AMEN!
My plan is not to sleep the entire time I’m there, I have lots of things before the Father right now and hopefully I’ll get some direction. Isn’t direction a good thing? I think so.
Yesterday I must admit that I didn’t wake up in the best of moods this morning. Not really like me. I’m normally super quiet in the mornings but my mood is reasonably pleasant after I get out of the shower. I’m just not a morning person. If my day could begin at 10…and I mean waking at 10 for all you latecomers, I would be in heaven. Alas, that’s not the way of the world so I’m up and at ‘em like everyone else trying to keep their head above water. (insert Good Times theme here)
Ever feel like screaming but think what’s the point if no one pays attention? So you choose silence. At least I do. I’ve never been a squeaky wheel, just not in my make-up. I tend to roll with the punches and keep it moving but “keeping it moving” doesn’t always feel so nice on the inside. The amount of noise I hear in my head can be overwhelming. If you know me my mind is pretty much racing about a million things and sometime I just want to turn it off but that’s honestly impossible because the moment I try, I’m reminded of something else that I have to do. Normally a rehearsal of some kind LOL! Don’t get me wrong, I love the things that I do but at this point in my life I feel like a time out. Not to rest because I’ve already addressed the sleeping thing but to concentrate on me for a while.
Time has moved so quickly. I published my book in 2004!!!!!!! OMFREAKINGEEEEZZZZ!!!! Surely I’ve been inspired since then…right? Did inspiration come and I didn’t recognize it? Nah that can’t be right but I guess to some degree, it is. That’s the last time I felt truly passionate and hungry for something that was just for me and not for the masses. That can NEVER happen again! So I’m revamping some things like my website among other things. Look out for that! I’ve begun researching some new areas and I find my interest being sparked by the most unlikely things. Exciting! Who knows what I’ll plant in my garden in the days ahead? Who knows what will grow? I’m curious to see. Time to dream in shades of green again. Stay tuned.
Ready…Set…Dream
Faith is an invisible and invincible magnet, and attracts to itself whatever it fervently desires and calmly and persistently expects. – Trine
April 16, 2010 at 8:51 pm (sigh, spring, thoughts, today)
Tags: spring
So just as sure as bears hibernate in the winter, I swear everything in me has been in a deep, unyielding sleep. I haven’t even written anything that wasn’t requested since October. Any ideas I’ve had have been hiding out in my brain in the file marked “don’t bother me”. I’ve been unable to read a book, clean my room, finish a project, absolutely nothing. Clearly not my usual style but at this point it feels normal. No bueno! Don’t get me wrong, I’m still interested in all things creative but lately when I see things that should put a spark in my soul, it quickly fizzles. Womp! Womp! All except for shoes. WHAT IS THAT ABOUT? With all certainty my obsession for shoes is steadfast. My heart races at the mere thought of a new pair and my eyes search endless magazines and websites to satisfy my shoe craving. Now if I could concentrate that energy back in to other things, I would be a rockstar but alas, here I am, sleepy.
Spring, the time where the buds planted in autumn awaken to fresh bloom. Coloring the world with promise of newness…inhale…exhale…ahhhhh! I love spring! My mind usually comes alive with all the beautiful color palettes of the season and I formulate how I can make them all work in one way or another in my wardrobe. I feel more creative and ready to tackle a project. And like clockwork, as soon as a picture perfect day appeared, all the alarms went off in my brain and suddenly I felt like spring. I felt like working on something, anything, and everything. I felt like I could write a masterpiece, run a marathon, come up with the next big thing but then the next day, it rained and I was sleepy all over again. YAWN!
What to do? Well I have to wake up. (insert the final scene of School Daze here) Spring or no spring, I have to move. I have to shake myself awake from this drunken stupor and get a move on. Time is flying by and I’m standing still – sleeping. To begin my “awakening” I took a trip to my local bookstore and walked around to get inspired and it worked. I have a list of books that need my immediate attention in order for me to stay awake and move forward. I’ve exhausted myself helping plant in others’ gardens. I’ve helped prune, water and watched them blossom but now it’s time to tend to my yard. Gotta be like my mama and get my hands dirty and turn over my own hard ground. I gotta plant some new seeds of faith in my own intellect, my own talents and abilities. Time to invest some overdue energy in me. Time to go and grow. Time to laugh and dance. Time to play in the sunshine. Time to think and create. It’s just time. I’ve slept on myself long enough. Wake up Elana! Wake up!
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