So keep on wading through the deep waters. Keep your head held high. and when you think you're gonna drown just know that home is your solid ground. -Le Wrens

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

I like keeping some things to myself.
Then there is the consequence of it being difficult to move with this sandbag on your back.
You feel like your feet are being pushed further into the ground more than they should be able to withstand.
Every step taken is faced with a reoccurring obstacle.
Its a struggle to keep one blonde strands of your hair lifted towards the sun, your eyes fixed forward.
Soon you think your body will meet the ground, attempting to resist the shift down.
Then it hits you, you were made from the ground.
It is home.
Because your ground is made of friends and family.
Don't resist the connection you can make with it.
That connection that makes you vulnerable, making your heart soft but your legs strong.
Allowing you sturdy ground to move and shake it off.


"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other." — Mother Teresa

Friday, July 18, 2014

Lately my thoughts feel distant, along with hobbies and connecting with people.

So instead I post quotes and videos that shortens the distant between myself, making me feel a bit more grounded.

My dad sent me this video today and well, I like that he sent it to me.
Sometimes it feels good to have someone share something with you.
It lets you know you were in their thoughts as their eyes saw it.

If I would have seen this video first, I would have sent it to him too.


Focus.

Thursday, July 10, 2014


mothers and daughters.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Two things have made me think about the kind of mother I want to be. 
Not sure why because I am no-where near being a mother. 
But when and if I do, I hope to be a mother who encompasses strength, confidence, wits, and kindness.  
So that if I have a daughter, she will be able to navigate this sometimes harsh world with eyes that sees the world differently. 


 FIRST LIGHT: A Quote by J.K. Rowling.


I've got two daughters who will
have to make their way in this
skinny-obsessed world, and it
worries me, because I don't
want them to be empty-headed,
self-obsessed, emaciated clones;


I'd rather they were independent,
interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated,
original, funny – a thousand things,

before 'thin'. 

And frankly, I'd rather they didn't give
a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence
whether the woman standing next to
them has fleshier knees than they do. 


Let my girls be Hermiones,
rather than Pansy Parkinsons.

-J.K. Rowling 


SECOND LIGHT: A Commercial that put me in tears.


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