Sunday, June 27, 2010

Nothing At All

It has been some time my dears...I have missed you.
Life has it's ebbs and flows... Just something small to get us re-acquainted again;)

"Making love out of nothing at all" ...I think this is what I do, but with out the Air Supply. Everything is what you believe it to be. "With you?" ...or do you believe it to be ..."with out you?" 
"Nothing at all" is usually what you have.


Friday, April 30, 2010

You Must Love Me

~ Evita with Madona

where do we go from here?
this isn't where we intended to be
we had it all, you believed in me; i believed in you.
certainties disappear
what do we do for our dream to survive?
how do we keep all our passions alive as we used to do?

deep in my heart, i'm concealing

things that i'm longing to say
scared to confess what i'm feeling...
frightened you'll slip away
you must love me
you must love me

why are you at my side?

how can i be any use to you now?
give me a chance, and i'll let you see how
nothing has changed!!

deep in my heart, i'm concealing

things that i'm longing to say
scared to confess what i'm feeling...
frightened you'll slip away
you must love me
you must love me

you must
Composed and Written by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice

Don't forget to say *I love you* to someone special today, (even if it's for the first time)!
You never know what tomorrow holds...

*xo my beautiful readers

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Flying High!

When it is dark enough, you can see the stars.  ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

 When written in Chinese the word "crisis" is composed of two characters - one represents danger and the other represents opportunity.  ~John F. Kennedy, address, 12 April 1959
I know God will not give me anything I can't handle.  I just wish that He didn't trust me so much.  ~Mother Teresa

 May your spirits take flight today!

Saturday, April 24, 2010

Catch Me

What has happened to me? Where have I hidden? When I search for the word to type the letters of my feelings, no such word exists ...nothing is there. I try to access my heart so I can pick up and move to drink in life and walk the squares of pavement, as opposed to watching from dusty windows ...but, something has been locked.

When my mind wonders back and the feelings begin to burn, I move back ...slipping into my shell. Comfortable, shut in as the hermit crab who's home is his shelter. Inside alone there are only my rules. No pretending I have not become cold and hopeless.

Can't somebody see I need saving? Stop with your delay ...I have searched, purified and prepared, just love me for all my foolishness. When does this prince arrive? Who lied to me? Have I waited, and endured, wept, learned and believed ...for you to be a ghost? Save my heart. Catch me for I feel faint. The kingdom has been placed under a spell of darkness. Oh, Please just turn on my light.


Friday, April 23, 2010

Love is a Many Splendid Thing!

"If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?" ~Kahlil Gibran

"Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing." ~Anais Nin

"To Love is natural. To understand the variations of love is wisdom." ~Deng Ming Dao

"Who can find a virtuous and capable wife? She is more precious than rubies. Her husband can trust her, and she will greatly enrich his life." Proverbs 31:10-11


Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Attainable Future

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There are two kinds of people. Those who "think" about their dreams daily ...until death, and those who fight until they "achieve" their dreams ...even if just before dying. Many say "forget the past...move forward, ahead is where your future lies". 

But, were not most dreams born in the past? Isn't it those shared ideas; euphoric moments, breaths suspended in time, which drive us towards our futures? To "forget the past" means to sacrifice what your heart believes in. How many of the greatest epics ever written were founded on this very principal, and still giving new life today? If we weren't so quick to "forget the past ...and move forward", perhaps we would learn more, instead of allowing our dreams to die, or hopes to fade. We could spend the same energy spinning our wheels, to ignite those times which so vividly birthed a passion ...sending our minds to places we never dreamed possible. 

The lost past reflects its self throughout our culture, and we refuse to learn, repeating the same destruction. We appear to have forgotten what was past. The dreams of our parents, grandparents, and those we un-align ourselves by reasons of race or religion. The reality is, we are all the same, we have all dreamed. We all desire a brighter future and life where pain has nowhere to nest. 

Dreams seem unattainable because we are allowed to get by with the excuses birthed from our inner fears of failure ...easily marched along the road of convention without question. The advice from those around us "...move forward (on)" is however, much less work. 

Thank our God there are those who can follow their own hearts to believe, continually driving themselves towards their passions. Understanding that challenge shapes character. There is no such thing as the insignificant hope's that tiny little seed planted in your heart, gently whispering in your ear. It may have unimaginable heights it desires to woo, or the passion to set a tune against the wind, perhaps a challenge to say "I love you" or  "Sorry" to a forgotten one in the past. This may be the key to open your chest of "dreams", propelling you forward. Healing from the hurts and disappointments we have all felt, choking at last for air over lost ideals. 

Now learning from what was, allowing those unreleased passions to ignite once again the forgotten hopes buried and hidden within. Fueling our tomorrows and healing our hearts. Thank you to the past and yesterdays dreams for providing our way to an attainable future. 


Saturday, April 17, 2010

Don't Shout.

I feel fragile, made of porcelain. Swirl the sugar cube too fast with tea spoon and I may shatter. The smell of dashed cinnamon enough to cause a crack.

Sunshine surrounds me and the rays burn, a touch enough to cause a tear. For my skin has fallen under the same spell. Don't shout or I may crumble.

I can't hear my breath nor lift a limb.

My tears have slowly lifted me into a river, and I float as the Lady of Shalott. Delicately poised.
...dreaming of that Castle...over and over again.


Thursday, April 15, 2010

Hopeless Romantic

a text:                                                                                                                     
...Wait, what's wrong with me. We're always together...this is just part of our story. I love you. :)
~ hopeless romantic

"Where has your lover gone,
O woman of rare beauty?
Which way did he turn
so we can help you find him?"
Song Of Songs 6:1

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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Time To Pretend

"I'll miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms.
I'll miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world.
I'll miss my sister, miss my father, miss my dog and my home.
Yeah I'll miss the boredom and the freedom and the time spent alone.

But there is really nothing, nothing we can do.
Love must be forgotten. Life can always start up anew. ..."

Cheers maybe next time! ~

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Tree of Life


"Hope deferred makes the heart sick, 
but a dream fulfilled is a tree of life." 


Monday, April 5, 2010

A Fools Love

…often times we live in the past. We look for a rope to grab on to, to pull us back to life, lift us out of the pit of darkness we seem to be drowning in…but for some reason it never seems to appear. Occasionally the light seems to shine thru, and then darkness again swallows us up. Love is an unyielding foe. It has no sympathy for the weak, nor does it care for the strong who have been broken. It will sneak up and take you away without the graciousness of a please or thank you. And when the fire, intense burning, and storm it created have left destruction behind, it offers no apology. Love offers only the afterglow of near death…and then slowly burns out. A little sneak who lays dormant, comes alive and destroys all equilibrium that once was power and entitlement.                  

Why then…we live on yesterdays love because the burn and intensity was so intoxicating. Floating breathless, filled with unexplainable fearful joy.  To give up that which is so tangible, which at one time, near perfect, found its way to the surface. Your life becomes a whirl of moving parts a sort of theatrical production. So many necessary elements to it that which cools the flame? The reality of the world. Loss…so much loss… dreams gone in an instant. Family and lives once seeming to create themselves, fallen to dust. Snap, and it’s gone...from that moment it’s as if life stands still. Each breath and beat of your heart is a question. 

Love can kill you…Those who once loved you will soon forget. You are no longer a part of their lives, soon fading from their thoughts. You are that dust picked up by the wind, blown away. And nobody, nobody will notice. You will be forgotten because they have no other reason, but to speak fondly of you now and again. Some will say they care of your misfortune, understand your loss...of course all have suffered. Yes, all have suffered. Some move on, congratulations to those warriors. But, many chose to die the valiant death of a lover. To never let what they believed in fade away, never let that true love go. To accept the punishment of Love, the sucking suffocation in your chest, the insistent throb under your skin, and swelling in your head that never ceases. Once clear eyes now see only thru salted skins. The look of youth fades but in seconds, and in its place the crevices of each lost tone of laughter...smiles forcedly being worn in memory of…A human shell, plodding along waiting for that moment when the promised sun will show. Yet, it never comes. 

Each day you rise to continue the routine for those around, to escape being exposed. And each night again you are lost with your love. Just let go…just let go! It’s a choice” they say. “Turn a new page”. “There is more time for love, great love”. “Open your eyes to the world”. Perhaps I am mad. “Mad as a hatter”. I have tried and I can not. Perhaps my love is different…perhaps I hate myself for my mistakes…perhaps I wish for second chances, to do everything right…

I will forever be that voice in your head, and you will be that warmth on my skin, breeze crossing my lips, and voice resting in me. I shall try yet again in vein…goodbye…So this was my attempt. To die in words…to die by the sight of my words, and live again by all the strength which is in me.


Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Bloody Battles

...perhaps you've experienced that feeling...lost in absolute bliss, loved perfectly, understood mind and body, without explanation. You can't know the height of such amazing fulfillment without history-making bloody battles, all fought, never won...but this balance is what creates such a deep burning desire, which time nor thought can extinguish. Together these two elements maintain a lifetime of passion...So, remember. The best things encountered in life, if of high value, are going to take work to attain and maintenance to keep those who have found their fire, nurture it, very few rise to the the exception.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

"Splendor in the Grass"

I watched "Splendor in the Grass" last night. It was a beautiful and impacting film. It addressed the opinions of sexuality in the 20's and 30's, along with the pressures of society during that time. Not only do I think the film is a touching piece of work; I feel the theme and it's many layers can still be identified with today. The film speaks for it's self. Here's the trailer...take a peek...

It was inspired by William Wordswoth's:
Ode: Intimations of Immortality
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind... 

Friday, March 26, 2010

The Chicken Adventure

Isn't it wonderful when your strolling down the street and you pass by a restaurant; and the most enticing smells of tasty food come floating out the door tempting your tummy, beckoning you in.

...Or when you live in an appartment, like I do, and your taste buds stand to salute because the neighbor is hatching up some Tuscan inspired dinner...but for some reason your invitation was lost in the mail.

For the cooking impaired and unwilling (guilty!!) these aromas are always an absolute tease. The only sign dinner's ready for us is the familiar beep, beep, beep of the microwave.

Well, for the first time ever. I was guilty of causing all the taste buds in Pacific Heights to take pause and wonder? Where was that amazing smell signaling dinner was ready coming from? I, used the oven in my appartment, and roasted my first chicken.

This was no small feat!! And I couldn't have done it without the encouragement of a dear friend.

I've never touched a naked bird, ever (nor had I ever planned to). Looking at it, legs wide apart I was afraid of how to pick it up, it looked so vulnerable. I was told to wash it. OK, right! So, after a bit of analyzing I grabbed it by the legs and the fun began. It felt very personal to be handling and bathing a chicken. But I had to keep my, I dried her off ready to proceed.

I had read about stuffing things in the "cavity". So, I sliced a lemon, took some basil along with some Thyme and holding my breath pushed all these things is unmistakeably a "cavity". Next, the easy part...rubbed her down with butter and sprinkled her with some special seasonings. No string for legs (??), I took an olive poker and pierced the legs together. Into the oiled pan with some baby artichokes, oven (challenge there), roast, roast, roast for an hour... tad-ah!

My Chicken!  ...and a bit of self satisfaction, yummy.


Thursday, March 25, 2010

Little Pieces

Picking up where I left off...

When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."  ~Erma Bombeck

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Stollen Kisses

The Kiss 1897

There is no truer tale then that of the broken heart. For it is not a mythical one. Nor is it only to be read of in great stories of old. However, there are great stories to be told. The tale of the broken heart is carried in all of us. And for those who have not yet felt the chill pass over the heart then sharp suffering...I am sorry, for I fear you can not escape its curse. But, perhaps you may only bear just a prick of its stinging injection before the miracle of loves healing takes over you. I on the other hand seem to relish its dark torture...

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Sunday, February 14, 2010


photo by GD Company

Make it one to remember...Happy Valentines Day!

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Saturday, February 13, 2010

Vintage Journals

Cruising around I came across the most wonderful Journals. Since one of my last post was about Journals and such, you can see I have an affinity towards all things made for personal thoughts and expression. I found a few shops with vintage books that have been recycled and turned into notebooks, journals, sketchpads, or anything your heart fancy's. Some even include pages of the original book throughout them, what a wonderful way to connect with the past!


 a look inside...

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Thursday, February 11, 2010

My Ocean


The rolling thunder of the water.
Sand pulling from under my feet.
I remember awe.
The salt in the air as the inhale
fills my lungs with the sweetness of possibilities.
The ocean never ends as I gazed upon it.
Confidently reaching to far places I only imagined existed.

...and that's blogging without borders!

Saturday, February 6, 2010


With everything Paris buzzing in the air, I came across the most adorable Etsy store PaintedByRenee! Everything hand made and so Parisian just the idea of owning one of her designs, can't help but make you feel at least a bit French.

I have featured her petite journals measuring 4 1/2" x 3 1/4", and at a more than reasonable cost of $17.50. Just perfect to keep in your bag or night table for all your little secrets or to do lists. But, you must, just must, visit her site to see her cards, tags and gift sets to make sending personal notes exciting again. They also make perfect prints for framing and adding to your own works of art!! Below are her dreamy Journals...enjoy your little trip to the city of romance.




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Friday, February 5, 2010


photo by GD Company

I'm carried away by this heart stung bandit. no word , no sign, just whispered goodbyes. the dust of yesterdays once worn laughter, gone by this gulf of lost lust and pride. you were once my one souls desire, now my heart has not one single beat. wandering this world for pieces to steal, i'm no longer your blinded fools delight. break my heart, you've broken my reserve. what i have given as love, now i shall take back as new life. 

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

Dream Journal

photo taken by GD Company

 i wish i could write a symphony. at night the music has started coming to me and it's passionate and fantastic, and grand. when i hear it, it's amazing. in my sleep i try to pull my arms up and conduct, it is a miraculous sight and sound. ...what would i do without my dreams?? in my dreams life can be limitless. This symphony has played twice,  I hope it comes back. 

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Wednesday, February 3, 2010



the air floats about me like clouds blanket, and i feel free. yet only to the air, not the world and life around me. the pain feels lifted for one moment, then as a butterfly i press each key and humble myself to your memory.
your thievery of all that makes me breath.
i continue to float lightly begging my body, soul, and heart to again share their spirit. but no flutter
no bit of fairy turned magic. and again i fall into my moth burned shame. there to die with patient loss of dreams on setting moons never to be seen.

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Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Sneezy Sheets at TheHoneyPress's Shop!

There is nothing more elegant than a lady with a dainty handkerchief. Or a man who carries two like my father. One for himself and one for the person who may need that extra hanky in a pinch. This being said I have always had a hard time finding just the right handkerchief for myself, until now.

The Honey Press Shop Etsy store may have answered all our needs. They go by the name of "Sneezy Sheets" and have wonderful hand made designs for men and women along with some vintage options for the elegant minimalists. They also offer other cute designs of dish towels, aprons, and pillow cases for your perusal. But, their pride and joy are their "Sneezy Sheets" (and you can't beat the price)!  Bellow are a few favorites, but you must visit the shop to see all 48 designs which come to you wrapped with care.


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Thursday, January 28, 2010

The Perfect Brush Set!

Now I'm sure there are some brush sets I have never met. But Chanel brushes are my favorite!! I've had the brush set below (not the exact set) for over 3 years and it's still just as perfect as the day it arrived on my door step...and they've served their time, not to mention, I'm not the best at following cleaning orders. But, I will post helpful tips below from so you can take special care of yours:).

Although there are many warnings about purchasing on ebay regarding authenticity, I purchased my entire original set for about $90.00 after shipping! I even went to Neiman Marcus to check out their brushes and mine were identical. But as usual, buyer beware, plus you can always pick them up the old fashioned way over the counter:) Well, here are the beauties bellow with their Pony Hair, Fine Squirrel Bristles, Sable, Nylon, and Taklon each for their own perfect use. Enjoy! 

Chanel Brush Set 16pce

Use good quality shampoo, always keep it at a slight angle (almost perpendicular) with the hair tips facing downwards, NEVER UPWARDS!, first, carefully wet the makeup brush hair. Place some shampoo on your fingertips and gently shampoo the hair. Shampoo in the direction of the hair. Pay special attention to the hair near the ferrule. Rinse it under gentle running water, thoroughly. Gently press it flat in a towel to dry. It is also a good idea to lightly press it back into shape. You can then leave it to dry flat on a dry towel or HANG it up (suspended) with the hair tip facing down. REMEMBER, never ever leave it to dry with the hair facing down or up, in a glass or container! The hair should not come into contact with any surface whatsoever while drying! Makeup brushes that dry upright (with hair pointing or facing upwards) will begin to cause particles to collect in, and water to run into, the ferrule and will soon begin to cause the hair on the makeup brush to fan out or shed and can even cause the handle to come loose or wobbly.

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Wednesday, January 27, 2010

"Great for Valentines Day but even better for Halloween"

Well, lets just say my intention was to lead you to a beautiful yet edgy confectionery who offered hand made Valentine sweets for your sweetie, all wrapped with elegant and unique packaging. YET, when I happened across this Etsy store, I broke out in hysterics and felt I would be doing you a disservice not to share.

I give you the "Ghostie's" with designers own descriptions :) The first being my favorite. And who knows it might be just what your looking for for Valentines Day!
Kilted Drunkenness is Good - St. Paddy's Day Ghosties
With a mug of green beer, and his kilt, somehow this Ghostie found him self on the floor. And you know what? He's quite content with it.Great for Valentines Day and but even better for Halloween.
Bring this little one home and let him light up your life.
Hey, Look Here for Love - Valentine Ghostie
This happily enlightened ghostie wants to tempt you with some heart shaped bling. The look on his face says he knows you'll fall for him in a heartbeat. Ok, so he seems a bit cocky but still cute.
Sweet Serenade and Roses - Valentine Ghostie
With a cute and sweet face, this little Ghostie thinks you'd really like this hand painted rose that he picked just for you. With his little smirk and puppy dog eyes how could you not want to add him to your collections.
Sweet Serenade and Roses - Valentine Ghostie
Maybe his voice is as sweet as his face, if not he's hoping you'll like the bling or even the bouquet of roses he has to offer. He did pick them just for you. Covered with hearts he's full of love.

I hope you found some creative inspiration with these little Ghosties...I know I did! It's never too early to prepare for Valentines Day! ;)

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Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Bright Light!

Since were going to be friends I thought I should share. I don't like light. Not in a freakish way...but florescent, first step out of the apartment, sun shining straight at me light. So I'm married to sun glasses, even been known to wear them at home. And no, I am not wearing them in doors because I think I'm too cool...but the shades, well they're cool. Too many to chose from and the worst of it glasses broke! ...isn't Audrey always a beauty.

Now for just a little education on me you might find it entertaining, if not, I tried.

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Sunglasses or sun glasses are a form of protective eyewear that usually enclose or protect the eye pupil in order to prevent strong light, ultraviolet (UV) rays, and increasingly, blue light ("blue blocking") from penetrating. They can sometimes also function as a visual aid, as variously termed spectacles or glasses exist which feature lenses that are colored, polarized or darkened. In the early 20th century they were also known as sun cheaters (cheaters being an American slang term for glasses).[1]

Many people find direct sunlight too bright for comfort. During outdoor activities, the human eye can receive more light than usual. Healthcare professionals recommend eye protection whenever outside to protect the eyes from ultraviolet radiation and blue light, which can cause several serious eye problems. Sunglasses have long been associated with celebrities and film actors primarily from a desire to hide or mask their identity. Since the 1940s sunglasses have been popular as a fashion accessory, especially on the beach.

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