from "The Little Prince" by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
12.31.2009
12.29.2009
12.27.2009
12.25.2009
Tree Castles
Her words fall quiet and gentle like the snow that hasn't yet arrived this winter.
Here are some of them...
"In a moment like this, you feel as if you are always missing something. Perhaps you are missing the snow. Perhaps you are missing someone's hand that you never had the chance to hold. Or you could be pretending that you are missing something just to feel alive. Alive and alone.
Last night when you were lying on your bed, you remembered those nights when the wind was a friendly stranger. You remembered when you walked out of the house while everyone was asleep, all your neighbors and friends, sisters and brothers, mother and father, lost like a shadow. Their dreams filled the air with a stillness only trees could understand. And only if you could know what the trees know, is what you wondered.
And now you are wondering if all that was a mere dream. A dream that vanished, a thief that broke off a little piece from the crystal glass of your heart. It went away with spring. A magnificent elope, an unforgettable escapade.
No wonder. No wonder there is a boy ghost sitting by the balcony outside, you said. A hologram that you cannot touch. You cannot ever touch a faded memory. It slips through your fingers in its delicate heartbreaking way where your throat chokes on those drops that fall from eyes. But how can it be when your tears never fell? How do you choke on them?
And immediately you asked me if hearts can cry. I did not say anything. You already knew the answer. You have known it forever."
Here are some of them...
"In a moment like this, you feel as if you are always missing something. Perhaps you are missing the snow. Perhaps you are missing someone's hand that you never had the chance to hold. Or you could be pretending that you are missing something just to feel alive. Alive and alone.
Last night when you were lying on your bed, you remembered those nights when the wind was a friendly stranger. You remembered when you walked out of the house while everyone was asleep, all your neighbors and friends, sisters and brothers, mother and father, lost like a shadow. Their dreams filled the air with a stillness only trees could understand. And only if you could know what the trees know, is what you wondered.
And now you are wondering if all that was a mere dream. A dream that vanished, a thief that broke off a little piece from the crystal glass of your heart. It went away with spring. A magnificent elope, an unforgettable escapade.
No wonder. No wonder there is a boy ghost sitting by the balcony outside, you said. A hologram that you cannot touch. You cannot ever touch a faded memory. It slips through your fingers in its delicate heartbreaking way where your throat chokes on those drops that fall from eyes. But how can it be when your tears never fell? How do you choke on them?
And immediately you asked me if hearts can cry. I did not say anything. You already knew the answer. You have known it forever."
Bedtime Haikus
I.
Let us knit gentlyA woolly throw to keep our
Feeble fingers warm
II.
When loneliness comes
The throw turns into a ship-
Sailing towards stars
III.
Sail away, darling!
Let the nightlights and shadows
Tell stories till dawn
To Love
Christmas this year has felt different then most. I don't know if it's because of the lack of snow, the intensity of finals, or perhaps the thought of it possibly being my last Christmas in Seattle (at least for awhile)... and also not knowing where I am going to be or who I am going to be celebrating Christmas with next year. Though I have confidence it will be wonderful, wherever and whoever it will be with, the unknown is always unsettling to some extent.
Still, Christmas is one of my most favorite times of year. The time when communities, regardless of religious and social backgrounds, emphasize giving, family, and hope for something a little more wonderful... and of course, Love. Love, while it's such an enigma, also holds such simple facets. The way my heart swelled when I delivered gifts to my kids- hearing them squeal and smother me with hugs and kisses. It just can't be beat. Love that is. And I guess my greatest Christmas wish is that we learn and continue to learn to Love. Love as He did.
It's past midnight- Merry Christmas!! I'll leave you with wise words from Clive Staples Lewis.
Still, Christmas is one of my most favorite times of year. The time when communities, regardless of religious and social backgrounds, emphasize giving, family, and hope for something a little more wonderful... and of course, Love. Love, while it's such an enigma, also holds such simple facets. The way my heart swelled when I delivered gifts to my kids- hearing them squeal and smother me with hugs and kisses. It just can't be beat. Love that is. And I guess my greatest Christmas wish is that we learn and continue to learn to Love. Love as He did.
It's past midnight- Merry Christmas!! I'll leave you with wise words from Clive Staples Lewis.
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.” - CS Lewis
12.16.2009
Of Thimbles and Fear
A thimble or a kiss-
Needles piercing thumbs
Hurt less
Than lips tied with string
Neverland’s rain
Weigh heavy on your locks-
You cry:
“What are you afraid of?”
Of turned backs
Of nine-to-five desk jobs
I am afraid
Of your smile
Whisper me a story
Kiss me only on the forehead
Tonight
I remain a boy
{We were told to write a poem from the perspective of a fairy tale character. This is what I came up with.}
12.07.2009
Breathe
“I don’t even have time to breathe.” – this is something I say very often. Even though it is an exaggeration, it certainly feels like it. Senior year has proved itself sufficiently taxing, though rightly so – I am glad to finally feel like I am actually practicing and learning about what I love, difficult or not. Two weeks left of the semester… I think I can make it? Needless to say, I’ve had to break from blogging because of all these “things” which make up my life- work, school, people, ect ect. But! I want to come back. I want to write again (not just for a grade). Look out for new posts soon….
11.10.2009
XIV
Batter my heart, three-person'd God ; for you
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
-John Donne
As yet but knock ; breathe, shine, and seek to mend ;
That I may rise, and stand, o'erthrow me, and bend
Your force, to break, blow, burn, and make me new.
I, like an usurp'd town, to another due,
Labour to admit you, but O, to no end.
Reason, your viceroy in me, me should defend,
But is captived, and proves weak or untrue.
Yet dearly I love you, and would be loved fain,
But am betroth'd unto your enemy ;
Divorce me, untie, or break that knot again,
Take me to you, imprison me, for I,
Except you enthrall me, never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.
-John Donne
11.04.2009
The Problem with Being at the Bottom of the Ocean
{I sat down and wrote this story the other day}
I’ve been having this dream where I give birth in the ocean. With each wave’s rise and fall another water child dives beneath. I follow them down to the ocean’s bottom, and there they sit among the oysters. I wonder why they want to be here and who told them to come. I’d like to listen to their conversations but I can’t understand their language. I feel like a terrible mother– not understanding my own children. All the while, the problem with being at the bottom of the ocean is that you cannot tell the difference between salt water and tears. Somehow the children know this and they swim swiftly around me till my tears turn the shape and color of pearls and it’s clear that I am crying. “Why are you crying?” One asks. “Because we are down here with the oysters,” I say. “The oysters tell us where to go. They tell us who to see.” My youngest says. “I’d like to leave. There is too much water down here,” I say. With reluctance, they swim back into my womb and I carry them back to dry land.
I’ve been having this dream where I give birth in the ocean. With each wave’s rise and fall another water child dives beneath. I follow them down to the ocean’s bottom, and there they sit among the oysters. I wonder why they want to be here and who told them to come. I’d like to listen to their conversations but I can’t understand their language. I feel like a terrible mother– not understanding my own children. All the while, the problem with being at the bottom of the ocean is that you cannot tell the difference between salt water and tears. Somehow the children know this and they swim swiftly around me till my tears turn the shape and color of pearls and it’s clear that I am crying. “Why are you crying?” One asks. “Because we are down here with the oysters,” I say. “The oysters tell us where to go. They tell us who to see.” My youngest says. “I’d like to leave. There is too much water down here,” I say. With reluctance, they swim back into my womb and I carry them back to dry land.
10.28.2009
We Love You So
So, it's One O'clock in the morning and I am, of course, procrastinating and decide to check out the Where the Wild Things Are blog - We Love You So. They always update and have really really neat posts. So I'm scrolling down and when all of a random sudden, who do I see? MYSELF. I cannot believe this. I would try to maintain a "cool" demeanor about it but... I AM SO HAPPY and in shock!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Please check it out here. This is the picture they used. Happy!
10.25.2009
Jars of Pie
For quite a few weeks now I have been craving to make pies-in-jars. I saw this project on Our Best Bites and fell in love (i fall in love quite often and with various types of things and people). Finally, this weekend, i found the perfect set of jars. Today, amidst massive amounts of homework, projects, and busyness, I baked 7 little jars of pie! It was splendid! It was also the first time I baked with my vintage cherry apron i found a few weeks ago. Wearing an apron while baking is somehow more enjoyable than wearing an apron while cooking (even though they are both enjoyable). Another first: using my "mini fall cookie cutter set" for the toppers - so adorable. I wasn't able to take any pictures but here are some from Our Best Bites.
10.24.2009
Terrarium Love
Making little found terrariums can be as easy as 1-2-3 (as shown above). When I found this little project on Design*Sponge, I immediately got to work outside. There's really nothing like digging up soil with a spoon (i am no gardener) and pulling up moss and sprouts with bare fingers. It was a delightful time with my little sis in the woods making these little worlds. it was raining which made it even better because the soil was wet and it is funny how the rain and woods can sometimes make you feel like you don't exist anywhere outside of where you are right at that moment. I wish I had photos of the first terrarium I made because that was probably my favorite (because sometimes you could see little people walking around on the moss). But, here are three of my current little worlds sitting on my window sill.
For the Love of Garland
I enjoy making garland of all types. I especially love the purple and tan on this set.
Time
The last few weeks have been.... interesting.
I guess you could say it's been very obvious that we are the in middle of the semester.
School work piles up like a little boy's socks in the laundry basket...
Speaking of little boys... working lots of extra hours has left little time and energy to be productive. Needless to say, I am tired. Very tired. But, through it all, I've found little ways to bring light in and I want to share a little of that with you. Here are some things I steal away to do in the midst of the dirty-socks-school-work-laundry-load...
{take pictures of my favorite calendar when light shines on it}
{typewrite my homework assignments}
{listen to Seven Swans when it's rainy outside}
{My little sister is going to be a nurse and she has a lot more homework than I do,
i like to make her little gifts to carry her through the week}
{stitch little felt hearts for my little girls}
I guess you could say it's been very obvious that we are the in middle of the semester.
School work piles up like a little boy's socks in the laundry basket...
Speaking of little boys... working lots of extra hours has left little time and energy to be productive. Needless to say, I am tired. Very tired. But, through it all, I've found little ways to bring light in and I want to share a little of that with you. Here are some things I steal away to do in the midst of the dirty-socks-school-work-laundry-load...
{take pictures of my favorite calendar when light shines on it}
{typewrite my homework assignments}
{listen to Seven Swans when it's rainy outside}
{My little sister is going to be a nurse and she has a lot more homework than I do,
i like to make her little gifts to carry her through the week}
{stitch little felt hearts for my little girls}
10.16.2009
Where The Wild Things Are
The Long Wait is Over.
It's midnight, I sit knees to my chest and watch as the visions and dreams of Maurice Sendak, Spike Jonze, Dave Eggars and many more come to life on a Big Screen.
In prepartion and anticipation for the movie to come out, a few people noted that often times movies fall short of the expectation we build from the love of a book. Despite this fact, I KNEW without an ounce of doubt that there was not even the slightest chance that the Where The Wild Things Are movie would fall into this catagory. There are many reasons I believed this, one being that the screenplay was written by Dave Eggers. Enough Said. I told a friend that I trust this movie like I'd trust my husband. And by golly, was I right! There's nothing much I can say except "GO SEE IT" (I was in tears) I will be watching it quite a few more times in theater. 12 year old Max Records is a phenomenal actor! I want a son like him. There are SO many things I could say about this movie... but I just can't. I do want to show a few pics of the costume I put together for the midnight showing last night. I had a lot of fun with this! I wanted to keep it pretty simple, but cute.
And, here are some great sites-
We Love You So
Tell Them Anything You Want
Where The Wild Things Are
Terrible Yellow Eyes
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