The noblest art is of making others happy. -P.T. Barnum

It’s Made To Be Appreciated

But really one can’t stay sad for very long  in such an interesting world, can one?

~Anne Shirley~

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The indications reveal that few of us realize that life is quiet surreal.

~Owl City-Angels~

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See the world, its more fantastic then any dream.

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You must go on adventures to find where you truly belong.

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It is up to you to see the beauty in everyday things.

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At some point in life, the world’s beauty becomes enough.

~Toni Morrison~

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It takes a great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.

~Oscar Wilde

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There is no time to be bored in a world as beautiful as this.

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Today I walked over the hill and washed my soul free from dust in the aerial bath of a spring twilight 

~L.M.Montgomery~

 

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The Demands Of A Note-pad

Lying in bed, eyes closed, the room is dark and my body is heavy. There is a feeling of sinking into the bedding below me. The blankets piled atop keep in warmth while the wall behind me creates a comforting barrier of cold along my back. Dozing off, a sheet tucked over the top of my head as a safety precaution from the monsters of my imagination. Inspiration strikes more ruthlessly and more often then the fictitious beings do. I gather courage to reach out of the layers of my “armor” and flip the switch on the light sitting on my nightstand, blinking in the sudden brightness of the yellow light I grab a pen and scribble down the thought on the pad of colored paper near the taped over alarm clock. I turn the light back of and scooch back into the depths of the bed. Seconds later my mind informs me that it’s now awake and has so many brilliant ideas that I just have to write down as quickly as possible. Moaning, I reach back into the cold air and turn the light back on, the lamp again blinds my dark-adjusted eyes and I wriggle a little further out of the blankets, prop myself up on an elbow and jot down thoughts as quickly as they come. Tearing off the small sheets of paper when that particular train of thought is finished, the pile of paper steadily grows. Some of it goes on tack boards in the morning, most of it stays on the nightstand, clipped together.

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These thoughts range from simple quick story prompts, to conversations to deep “whats the meaning of life” to my fascination with the night sky.

I’ll be as brave as I can and share a few.

~Come on Kid, you can be brave ,even when you think you can’t.

You can keep fighting, even when you are tired.

Don’t forget, Kid, you can take a break, fall to your knees and pound the earth with your tears, but only if you promise to get back on your feet and keep marching.~

“*Is there? Perhaps there is, could you possibly…no it’s crazy…but what if?

*What if what?

*What if you loved someone or something that could actually love you back for once?

*You’re right, that is crazy, and impossible, because it would mean that someone would be interested in me. And that, my friend, is insane.

 *Is it though? I don’t think it’s so out of reach as you think. You are just reaching in the wrong direction at the wrong time. You just need to turn around and give yourself some time.”

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“Oops, I gave my heart to a constellation

 

Orion save me

 

i don’t want to go home

 

guess i’ll have to go back

 

don’t wait up…i’ll be awhile”

 

 

What if my notes mean nothing?

What do you mean, of course your notes mean nothing. You don’t want them to mean anything no one but you will read them, maybe not even you.

You just have to let the words out. Set them free, like a slow gentle release of pressure off your mind.”

(As you can tell I don’t often share these thoughts let alone go back through and read them myself. But I changed my mind and decided to not only read them but put a few of my ideas into the world.)

~Kiddo, life’s tough, that’s a bitter truth.

-I’ll be tougher.

~No, no. That’s not what i meant. Life’s gonna knock you around, and yeah you gotta get back up and keep swinging back. But don’t let it harden you, be strong but stay soft. That heart might get broken, but it will love so much deeper if you stay soft. But be strong, know when to say “No” and when to walk away. Just don’t let the heart break ruin you. Get back up, don’t close yourself up because some idiot hurt you, open up your heart and learn from the mistake, be a better judge of the people around you, understand the people who you let in. 

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You’ve got courage to be able to stand there and be yourself. It takes guts to let them see the true you.

All your flaws laid bare. And you’re still standing there, waiting for their verdict.

Kid, that takes strength. You sure you’re willing to let them look in your soul with all their own pain and flaws ready to burst on you?”

“what do you think life would be like without me in it?”

“what do you mean?”

“what do you think your life would be like if i wasn’t in it?”

“jokes on you, there would be no life without you.”

Isn’t it beautiful that we dare to love, even when we know it will hurt so much in the end.

Isn’t it beautiful that we are able to dare to love again, even after our love has been shattered.

Isn’t it beautiful how life dares to go on, even after we think there could be nothing left.

Isn’t it beautiful that we dare. We dare to recover after time, we dare to love again, we dare to pick up the shattered pieces and try again to build our lives.

Isn’t it beautiful that we dare to have hope in humanity, even after all we’ve done.

Aren’t we beautiful. Even when we break.

Aren’t we daring. In how we recover.

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This post is my little bit of daring courage today. Daring courage to leak out a small bit of my soul for the world to do with it what it will.

I’m sure not all of these thoughts make much sense. Truthfully I don’t exactly understand half of what I write or why I write it. Like I said earlier, its a release of the pressure in my mind.

Under The Painter’s Hand

Life isn’t a puzzle. Nothing has a “perfect fit.” I like to think life more like a painting. Everything’s splashed together blending and mixing, but there’s still some clear lines in places. But it turns out the same as the puzzle. It just takes more work to put together. But the picture is still as beautiful. If not more. You won’t have all the cookie cutter lines. It’s all smooth and seamless. Everything overlaps, and it takes more focus and patience to discover the final product.
I think of as God the painter, we are the brushes. We don’t understand what He’s making and it may seem messy from our view, because we only get to see one color at a time. We may get confused and don’t think these colors (events or emotions, life in general) should be going together. But we are just brushes, God knows what the final result will be. He knows how to paint. He knows these colors will blend well, and with a little work and time, will make a fascinating, unique painting.
He is sure of the outcome. But we are freaking out because this ugly brown should not be splashed among our perfect blue! It’s ruining the happy blue with a dark smudge. We don’t want to be coated in brown right now. We liked the blue. We don’t get why it has to be this way. But God knows that the brown among the blue will turn into a gallant ship in the sea! He knows what at the end of our life looks like, when He washes the brush and puts it away. But leaves us in view as He hangs the painting. He knows we will see that the ship of brown pain, the one that ruined our perfect happy blue day, was the vessel which carried us to the farther shore where we found a new brighter, maybe green, joy.

Half formed ideas and thoughts

The thoughts fill my head, they overflow, they need to escape the prison of my mind. They come out in many different forms, but most commonly they come in writing. Most of the following things are little thoughts I’ve typed out in my notes on my phone. Honestly I’m not sure what they all are, or why I ever thought of any of them. Without any further adieu, welcome to my notes of half formed thoughts…

What if shadows are the ghost of the person who died the day we were born and now they are charged to guard us?

She raised her hands, light emanated from her fingers and sent swirls of pale blue spinning around their heads. “I wasn’t lying, I am not human.” She dropped her hands and every light around them went black.

The flowers that once adorned her head now lay over her name etched in stone.

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Fire: it can warm us yet burn us. It’s a living breathing being, yet only causes death and destruction, it lights the way, yet can kill any and all in its path. We invite it in our homes and then it turns on us and destroys our lives.

“I think sometimes you need to go to a fast food place just so you remember to have ambition, stay hygienic, and not do drugs.” (this is a quote from An Attempt to be Classic)

Why do you fear the stars?”

I fear them because,” I whispered “I love them, and it’s a fearsome thing to love something that is so out of reach, so unattainable.” I turned my gaze from the heavens to him. In the darkness I couldn’t see him clearly, did he understand? Could he see that, like the stars, I also feared him.IMG-5177

She watches as her first love falls for someone else. He watches as the heart she had given to another shatters. Gently he helps her heal her heart by slowly, unconsciously, replacing it with his own. A love, built from her heartbreak and his gentle patience.

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All the photos are my own.

Do You Hear The Calling?

The turmoil in the depths, there’s a swirling storm. The sea calls my name with It’s roars as It throws Itself on the rocky shorelines.

It whispers It’s love as it gently reaches It’s bubbly fingers on to the sandy beach and draws the land into It’s watery heart.image-5The vast expanses speaks to me, luring me to come further. It sings to me of endless adventures.Gently It caress my feet as I step in. The words It is lilting into to my ears, with Its melodic voice tells me of a boundless love.There’s something mysterious about the sea, the way that you never know what is beyond the horizon. You never know what’s beneath you.The ever-changing of Its waves. As if It is a restless soul, never satisfied being still. Always moving yet never leaving.

The Ocean takes the Moon as It’s master, and listens to Her as one listens to their mother. Staying within her boundaries. PenultimateFullSizeRenderIt holds It’s glass like face up to Her and she smiles down on It. This Mother of the Sea reaches down Her thin, bright, hands and instructs the Ocean in It’s movements. She is teaching It how to dance, how to spin Its self in a lovely endless waltz. As the music swells so does the Sea. The Moon leads, moving slowly across the ballroom floor, the thousands of twinkling lights shine on them as their dance slows, the intricate steps they take aligns with the music of the Stars.

The music that the Stars play for them as they dance lures many a wandering soul to come, to witness this display of beauty and mastery. So many are drawn into the dance as they board their ships and join the swaying of the Ocean. These people, these mortal men, they give in to the call, they give into mystery, they let the magic of the unknown wash over them as they follow the Moon to the Horizon.

 

I’ve Been Nominated!

 

Oh my! I am honored to be nominated for this Liebster Award by the wonderful bloggers over at “The Maidens Of Green Gables” (https://maidensofgreengables.blogspot.com)

So for the rules:

Acknowledge the blog that nominated you.

The Maidens Of Green Gables! Thank you so much!

Answer 11 questions they give you.

List 11 random facts about yourself.

Nominate 11 blogs (I’m still somewhat new to blogging so actually don’t follow that many blogs)

And last but not least ask your nominees 11 of your own questions.

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11 Questions
1. What is your favorite quote?
Oh my! I have so many favorite quotes. But I suppose if I were to pick one (not my Top favorite since that’s impossible) it would have to be Vincent Van Gogh –
“I wish they would only take me as I am”
2. Share you’re most used recipe?
1 1/2 cups flour
2 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
1/2 teaspoons salt
1 tablespoon sugar
2 eggs
1 cup milk
1 tablespoon vanilla
1/3 cup oil
Mix dry ingredients together. Beat eggs on highest mixer speed for one minute. Turn mixer down to low and add milk and vanilla. Add dry ingredients. Blend on low-speed until combined. Turn mixer up to medium speed for one minute. Add oil and beat until combined.
Thoroughly cover waffle iron with butter than evenly pour batter on iron and close.
Enjoy
Yes, my most used recipe is a waffle recipe. I absolutely love waffles, they are a staple in our household.
3. Are you a writer, and do you have any published works?
I am a hobbiest writer. I write often for myself alone. I have never published any of my stories.
Some people say that writing on a blog is publishing my writing, and I suppose it is, in a way.
4. What are some of your hobbies?
Reading, writing and arithmetic. (haha no, not math.) I enjoy drawing and painting, jewelry making. There are many things that I like to do!
5. Are you a fan of musicals?
Yesss!!!

6. What fond family traditions would you like to continue when you get married and start a family? Or if these joyous series of events have already arrived, what have you implemented already?

There is an annual camping trip/archery contest that my family has gone to my entire life. When I have a family of my own I would love to keep the tradition going and take them there, too.

7.  What is one particular character trait that you would like to train your future/present children in?

One??? How about all the Fruits of the Spirit! Galations 5:22-5:26
8. What is a boy’s and girl’s name that you like?
Melanie (girls) Samuel “Sam” (boys)

9. Tell us a favorite joke?

Image result for omg shark dude we're sharksThis never fails to make me laugh!
10. Recommend three books?
Story Girl -L.M.Montgomery, the Narnia series -C.S. Lewis, Stepping Heavenward -Elizabeth Prentiss. I know Narnia isn’t one book but I love them all so much I just have to include them all

11. What is a period drama you love?

Pride and Prejudice (so cliche of me) North And South is also a great mini series!
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11 Random Facts About Me:
1. I tend to make a lot of random noises when thinking, or just generally thorough out the day.
2. I have traveled to six states and one other country.
3. I really love coffee, I am a loyal Dutch Bros. fan.
4. Currently watching Psych…Lost…and Once…
5. I make myself laugh quite often.
6. I have been in a race car going over 100 miles an hour on a race track.
7.  My phone case looks like a book.
8. It is extremely difficult to think of facts about myself.
 
9. I have been home-schooled my entire life.
10. We don’t own a dishwasher. I don’t ever remember having one in the house. I honestly don’t even know how they work!
11. I’ve lived in the same house, same property my whole life.
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Nominate 11 Blogs:
I am going to be weird and not nominate anyone, but if any of my fellow bloggers wish to steal my questions, be my guest!
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11 Questions:
1. Do you have a particular sandal that you prefer?
2. Favorite Flower?
3. Do you like pickles?
4. Favorite Cookie?
5. Have you ever been to a different country? If so, which? If not, where would you go if you could?
6. If you like coffee, do you have a specific place you like to get coffee? What is it called? If you don’t like coffee, do you have a favorite beverage?
7. If you could be any character in any movie, who would you be? What movie?
8. What fascinates you most about life?
9. Pens or pencils? 
10. Would you rather live in a big city or a small town?
11. Waffles or Pancakes?
Thanks so much for reading! It has been quite the struggle thinking of all these answers, facts and questions!
(Shark Joke Credit to Pinterest) (the rest of the photos are mine!)

Perspective

Before we judge, take a step back, turn your head, stand on one foot. Look at what you are judging from a new view point. Change you’re perspective before you form a solid opinion.

You don’t know what that persons life has been like. You don’t know where they’ve been.

Think, what if we all tried to understand each other before we spoke?

Would there be as many broken hearts?

Would there be as many torn friendships?

Before you get angry, change your perspective, give them a chance to prove themselves before you judge their personality.

A new perspective can open the world to you. It can change your current situation. It can change your heart.

What Is Time?

Time, we all have it, but none of us do.

What is time? An endless ticking of a clock? The continual rotation of our planet?

The sun lifts from one side of the sky and falls to the other. Is that time?

Time should be measured in the things that count in life. From the moment you took your first breath, until you take your last.

Time should be made up of moments. Not minutes.

As the Rabbit says, forever can be one second. It’s not the ticking clock that counts, it’s finishing the project you’ve been working on, the view after a hike, or just hanging out with those you love.

We have to make the time, the moments in between. We have to put a little bit more effort into making time. Not having time. We can never have time. We can only make it by doing things.

How do we make time? By making memories.

The Moon is so Poetical

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Everyone wants to be the sun to lighten up someone’s life. but why not be the moon, to brighten in the darkest hour?

“My darling, you can’t see it, can you? How like the moon you are. Both of you so timid in yourselves; hiding pieces from the world. Then, there are those rare moments when you both are full, and it becomes hard to look away. You are beautiful.”

-Alexandria Drzewicki

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I will never be a morning person for the moon and I are too much in love.

“I’ve loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night” -Galileo

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The moon is distant from the Sea

And yet, with amber hands

She leads Him, docile as a Boy

Along appointed Sands.

Emily Dickinson

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I’m such a “Look at the moon!” person.

“There was  a reason that she was so romantic about the moon. It never asked her questions or begged for answers nor did she ever have to prove herself to it. It was always just there- breathing, shining, and in ways most humans can’t understand: listening.”

-Christopher Poindexter

(All photos credited to Unsplash)

Smile

When I look across a room full of people and see all the smiles. I feel happy, a simple smile can make a day so much better.

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Once upon a time when I was eight, I was sitting in the car at a stop light. A man, driving a car stopped next to us. I glanced over at him and he was just glaring straight ahead, with the grumpiest face ever. He glanced our way and I just smiled at him. His face lit up and he grinned and drove away, smiling. I don’t know if he continued smiling afterwards, but that memory has stuck with me. The power a simple smile has.

It’s truly extraordinary that there is a universal way to say we are happy, an involuntary pull of the muscles to show we are pleased.

Its a wonderful thing to see people smiling, to see your friends smile. Grinning because someone told a joke. Or simply because you’re with people you love.

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Keep smiling! : )