{sing me home}

 

“Life Is Hard”

Life is beauty through and through
Life is sunny, life is cool
Life is even easy too
But if my word is to be true
Life is something to behold
But if the truth is to be told
Let us not leave out any part
Do not fear, it’s safe to say it here
You will not be called a weakling nor a fraud
For feeling the pain of the whole wide world
You want to help but can’t help the feeling you cannot
And it’s killing you while you’re just trying to smile from your heart
So go on, say it, on the same knees you’re praying
Yes, life is hard

Come celebrate
Life is hard
Come celebrate Life is hard
Our life is all we are

Celebrate it in the sun, promenade it with everyone
Elevate it in a song
And I’ll be there to play it, don’t get me wrong
When I feel like dying and being gone
When life is hard
There’s just one thing, let’s not forget
Yes! life is it!

Life is it, life is it, it’s where it’s at
It’s getting skinny, getting fat
It’s falling deep into a love,
It’s getting crushed just like a bug
Life there’s no love, it’s getting beat into the ground
It’s getting lost and getting found,
To growing up and getting round
It’s feeling silence, feeling sound
It’s feeling lonely, feeling full
It’s feeling oh so beautiful!
Yes!

Come celebrate
Life is hard
Come celebrate
Life is hard
Our life is all we are

 

 

{in this house}

in this house:

i fell in love with my husband all over again

i lost my words

i found the courage to break free

i learned how hard it can be to live in community

i learned that all friendships are fragile

i began to really love coffee

olive left us

roxy found us

i lost hope

she found her way back to me

we were too hot

we were too cold

sophie got shaved & we laughed a lot
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{future me}

on august 23, 2012 i wrote my future self this letter & received it march 15, 2014.. one week after i quit my job to pursue art<3

Dear FutureMe, I wonder where you are right now reading this email..are you at work? Where is that at? Are you confidently calling yourself an artist yet? Does it finally embody who you are? Or has that dream fallen by the wayside like so many others have? I truly hope not. because future me, when you create you are lovely & fully you. And somehow so soft and true and somewhat unsure and insecure. It’s such a mess. And it’s wonderful. Regardless of where you are creatively, I hope you are treating others with love and care. In particular, your husband. In my present he has no job, we have very little money and I have never been so happy. No matter where you are financially I hope you remember this current joy. I hope you are living your days to their fullest, if not this is your wake up call. Go adventure once again with your sweetheart. Go get donuts at midnight. Dance in your kitchen. I hope you’re already doing these things, but if not already..go now. Can’t wait to hear the answers to these questions. Goodbye old friend.

i sent myself this letter 1 year, 6 months, & 19 days ago.  i received it exactly one week after my last day of feeling caged by monotony, nearly to the hour that i broke free. you may call it serendipity, divinity, coincidence, magic. i just call it my wild within. my storm swirling, my inner artist whispering “you are more,” & scratching at my heart until she was released.

if you’ve never used future me, do it now.

{found}

there’s something you must know about me. i am wildly enamored with thrifting. i could roam aisles of second hand treasures for hours or be giddy over the beauty found in an antique store. you see, i like things with life & character…things with a story. so here, i will document my thrifted treasures regularly under the title {found.}

over the weekend my hunk & i took a spontaneous trip to a small town about an hour away called Clinton, Tn. the entire downtown is lined with antique stores. it was a dream..here are my scores : )

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i see more handmade aprons in my future :)

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i saved my favorites for last, the peacock bowl is made of metal & i finally found a good price on a ransburg tin it’s from the 1930′s!

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sophie & i wish you the happiest day<3

{joy mission}

it’s been no secret that i have declared myself on a joy mission. i am seeking out things that make me feel alive with reckless abandon. i went to my first yoga class this week, & i was moved by it. i allowed myself to be moved & that’s a giant leap in comparison to where i’ve been recently. i am trying very hard to embrace where i currently am & that means that words haven’t found me, i haven’t found them. it’s a dance that happens on the regular. spinning, swirling, barely nudging elbows. i get angry. i get lost. right now, i’m getting along. i’m allowing other things to take the place of writing, to fill in my gaps. & in this space, i hope to share them with you. pen less  adventures, thrifted glory, baking joy, all that i delight in can be found here. there may be words, there may not. i don’t know. i don’t care. i just hope to share the digging with you<3

sadness.

i sat with myself this morning & let the sadness in. it washed over me & i felt it all over. not pity, not bitterness, just sadness. ache for lives no longer tethered to mine, souls that are too many miles away, & the unkindness of life. for the first time in a long time i did not fight it. i was not angry at it. i chose to be present with it. i’m still here. i’m ok. 

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