Happy Monday, folks!
Hmmm, so lovely. I'm loving this guy's whole EP, it's simply beautiful! Have a listen and be swept away; what better start to the week could you ask for?
Monday, 29 September 2014
Monday, 22 September 2014
For Your Monday
I stumbled across this beautiful piece of work recently. It grabbed tightly and wrapped its gentle threads around my heart. There is something about the tenderness underlying the strength in the words, or perhaps, it's the way my heart seems desperate to cling to the promise inside of them that has me returning my thoughts frequently, seeking comfort, encouragement, and the obvious; hope.
"Hope" is the thing of feathers
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—
And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—
I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.
- Emily Dickinson
Friday, 12 September 2014
Top Ten
1~ The final weeks of rustling leaves as they turn all shades of cozy.
2~ The sound of laughter ringing through my house. Oh what pure, sweet, delight from
whichever mouth they spill!
3~ Girl time, because my goodness in my life filled with boys, I need it!
4~ The return of blessed routine.
5~ The meager but delicious harvest from my garden.
6~ Coffee with a friend.
7~ The hope that soon I will be all caught up and can sit down with my computer and get
my thoughts down on paper.
8~ The smell of cookies in my kitchen, happily whipped up by none other than my giant
child!
9~ The Pretty Room and how it wraps me in girly, sunshine filled, indulgence!
10~ The flag in my backyard. My father-in-law hung it for me a few weeks ago, and still,
each time I spot it my heart is warmed and I know whether to add another layer by how
it flaps in the wind.
So much to be thankful for. It's a good reminder to count your blessings and be thankful, and what a day to do it than today. Don't delay!
1~ The final weeks of rustling leaves as they turn all shades of cozy.
2~ The sound of laughter ringing through my house. Oh what pure, sweet, delight from
whichever mouth they spill!
3~ Girl time, because my goodness in my life filled with boys, I need it!
4~ The return of blessed routine.
5~ The meager but delicious harvest from my garden.
6~ Coffee with a friend.
7~ The hope that soon I will be all caught up and can sit down with my computer and get
my thoughts down on paper.
8~ The smell of cookies in my kitchen, happily whipped up by none other than my giant
child!
9~ The Pretty Room and how it wraps me in girly, sunshine filled, indulgence!
10~ The flag in my backyard. My father-in-law hung it for me a few weeks ago, and still,
each time I spot it my heart is warmed and I know whether to add another layer by how
it flaps in the wind.
So much to be thankful for. It's a good reminder to count your blessings and be thankful, and what a day to do it than today. Don't delay!
Monday, 8 September 2014
Tim McGraw - Meanwhile Back At Mama’s ft. Faith Hill
Morning!
I feel like we did a whole lot of driving this summer and this was one of those songs that we always tuned in to. My sweetheart was an immediate fan and brought it to my attention, though if I'm honest, I was a little hesitant because it is usually the other way around for us.
I loved it immediately; the inviting sound, the story in the lyrics, the truth in the words. It's one of those songs that catches your heart, and there is something about it that had the ability to slow me enough to enjoy the moment.
Have a listen and enjoy this sunny Monday morning ... I know I will!
I feel like we did a whole lot of driving this summer and this was one of those songs that we always tuned in to. My sweetheart was an immediate fan and brought it to my attention, though if I'm honest, I was a little hesitant because it is usually the other way around for us.
I loved it immediately; the inviting sound, the story in the lyrics, the truth in the words. It's one of those songs that catches your heart, and there is something about it that had the ability to slow me enough to enjoy the moment.
Have a listen and enjoy this sunny Monday morning ... I know I will!
Thursday, 4 September 2014
Mid-Week Confessions
The air turned sometime last week; the permeating fragrance of fall and the less oppressive heat has descended leaving the glorious days of summer a vivid yet fading memory. The evenings are cool, a sweater is required, the glowing flicker of a fire's flame warms the crisp air, and socks are on the required list.
I love the anticipation of a new season, autumn especially; it holds unknown in its unfurled palm and thrusts it upon us whether we are prepared or not. It is a rare time when change is embraced and wrapped up in soft scarves, new shoes and the reintroduction of many favourites.
It also reminds us that seasons are short, and summer is often the shortest season experienced in my corner of the world, it reminds me to be thankful for what I've been given, what I have to anticipate and all that I am surrounded by.
Autumn in many ways causes us to slow down. There is the start up of school and all the programs that revolve around that calendar year that add to the busy-buzz, but there is also a return to the schedule, which eases and turns my mind to a frenzied state in equal measure. It is also a time when new people become fast friends. This is often challenging for me as I would much prefer to hide in my little nook at home, curled up with a book and a cup of steaming tea, lost in my imagination, but I am also encouraged by moments of giving. I often forget that when I haul myself out of my cocooning world I learn; and learning is one of my favourite things.
People flow in and out of your life, often regrettably, as easily as passing through a revolving door. Other times you are lucky enough to grow something permanent. It is in those moments of quick passing that I love to open my mind and my heart to absorb all that I can, and funny enough, when I open my head enough to soak it all up, I come out all the better for it in the end.
There is so much to learn by the simple offering of conversation and it is in those unguarded moments that so much becomes clear to me. Strangers have a gift of being painfully honest more often than many of your closest friend and seem to draw the same from you. There is no concern for raising offence and there is seemingly no responsibility for the questions, emotions, and uncertainties that are raised and stirred into a flurry.
I've been accused, or if you'd prefer to think of it as crowned, as being the queen of superficial relationships. At first I took great and painful offence at this accusation, but now I think this is funny, because those conversations may be brief and I may never have occasion to speak with said person again, but I feel our conversation was more honest, more deeply revealing and of more consequence than many of my more frequent interactions, plus I engaged fully, lending a piece of myself, and I truly cared (which, to my mind, automatically erases the superficial title to my crown).
Have I lost you? Perhaps I have, and that's okay, this is all just something that often pops into my overactive, introverted mind. I know why I feel this way as I've had oodles and hoards of time to contemplate this title I've been given. I guess I'm writing this to remind myself of its importance and to encourage myself, and any of you out there who feel the same, to get out of that chair in the safe corner that houses my books and my cup of tea and push myself to be vulnerable, to be real and to share what I have to offer.
A new season is upon us, and perhaps its time to get out there and force its newness on ourselves! Perhaps it's just time to find a new pair of socks and keep trodding along. Wherever you are, whatever state of circumstance, and whatever place you find yourself, I wish you a beautiful season of change.
The air turned sometime last week; the permeating fragrance of fall and the less oppressive heat has descended leaving the glorious days of summer a vivid yet fading memory. The evenings are cool, a sweater is required, the glowing flicker of a fire's flame warms the crisp air, and socks are on the required list.
I love the anticipation of a new season, autumn especially; it holds unknown in its unfurled palm and thrusts it upon us whether we are prepared or not. It is a rare time when change is embraced and wrapped up in soft scarves, new shoes and the reintroduction of many favourites.
It also reminds us that seasons are short, and summer is often the shortest season experienced in my corner of the world, it reminds me to be thankful for what I've been given, what I have to anticipate and all that I am surrounded by.
Autumn in many ways causes us to slow down. There is the start up of school and all the programs that revolve around that calendar year that add to the busy-buzz, but there is also a return to the schedule, which eases and turns my mind to a frenzied state in equal measure. It is also a time when new people become fast friends. This is often challenging for me as I would much prefer to hide in my little nook at home, curled up with a book and a cup of steaming tea, lost in my imagination, but I am also encouraged by moments of giving. I often forget that when I haul myself out of my cocooning world I learn; and learning is one of my favourite things.
People flow in and out of your life, often regrettably, as easily as passing through a revolving door. Other times you are lucky enough to grow something permanent. It is in those moments of quick passing that I love to open my mind and my heart to absorb all that I can, and funny enough, when I open my head enough to soak it all up, I come out all the better for it in the end.
There is so much to learn by the simple offering of conversation and it is in those unguarded moments that so much becomes clear to me. Strangers have a gift of being painfully honest more often than many of your closest friend and seem to draw the same from you. There is no concern for raising offence and there is seemingly no responsibility for the questions, emotions, and uncertainties that are raised and stirred into a flurry.
I've been accused, or if you'd prefer to think of it as crowned, as being the queen of superficial relationships. At first I took great and painful offence at this accusation, but now I think this is funny, because those conversations may be brief and I may never have occasion to speak with said person again, but I feel our conversation was more honest, more deeply revealing and of more consequence than many of my more frequent interactions, plus I engaged fully, lending a piece of myself, and I truly cared (which, to my mind, automatically erases the superficial title to my crown).
Have I lost you? Perhaps I have, and that's okay, this is all just something that often pops into my overactive, introverted mind. I know why I feel this way as I've had oodles and hoards of time to contemplate this title I've been given. I guess I'm writing this to remind myself of its importance and to encourage myself, and any of you out there who feel the same, to get out of that chair in the safe corner that houses my books and my cup of tea and push myself to be vulnerable, to be real and to share what I have to offer.
A new season is upon us, and perhaps its time to get out there and force its newness on ourselves! Perhaps it's just time to find a new pair of socks and keep trodding along. Wherever you are, whatever state of circumstance, and whatever place you find yourself, I wish you a beautiful season of change.
Monday, 28 July 2014
Sam Smith "How Will I Know" Whitney Houston Cover // Hits 1 // SiriusXM
It's been a while folks; life works that way sometimes! But lucky me and you, my team has just had a rain delay and I have a minute to focus on one of my other loves!
It's Monday, and as usual, I only have the time to listen to my favorite Sunday night radio show a day late! So, it was a good one this week, it rarely is anything but, but my attention was caught immediately which, recently anyway, seems to be an illusive situation.
Here is a snippit of what I heard. I kid you not, I stopped, dropped my current task and just listened, eyes closed, 100% allowing myself to be lost in the moment and then scrambled to listen again. And, oh, what a moment. This man is on fire at the moment, and likely has forgotten any musical misstep in his past!
I've missed this space, I truly have, but that is a story for another time and with another purpose.
Have a listen and enjoy this Sunday night sound on a Monday evening!
It's Monday, and as usual, I only have the time to listen to my favorite Sunday night radio show a day late! So, it was a good one this week, it rarely is anything but, but my attention was caught immediately which, recently anyway, seems to be an illusive situation.
Here is a snippit of what I heard. I kid you not, I stopped, dropped my current task and just listened, eyes closed, 100% allowing myself to be lost in the moment and then scrambled to listen again. And, oh, what a moment. This man is on fire at the moment, and likely has forgotten any musical misstep in his past!
I've missed this space, I truly have, but that is a story for another time and with another purpose.
Have a listen and enjoy this Sunday night sound on a Monday evening!
Friday, 4 July 2014
There are very few things more special than the perfect Summer's evening. What are the ingredients? It's cool enough to need a sweat shirt yet warm enough to never feel a chill ... it's perfection!
Tonight just happens to be that in my neighbourhood. The air is fresh. The sky is randomly streaked by a wisp of clouds that runs parallel to the horizon, and the sunset.... The sunset is beyond mesmerizing and paints the whole sky.
The pinks and purples and golds bleed together into a sight that cannot be described with words, nor reflected back in a picture, regardless of the angle you work to capture. It is one of those moments that steals your breath and haunts your heart, and thankfully, this moment repeats itself frequently enough to grasp a hold of the thankfulness, yet not enough to grow redundant; it's a repetitive miracle, if you take a moment to savour it.
Summer is fleeting where I come from. It is short to say the least, yet it is a craving that rarely subsides and, to be frank, coveted through the long, cold, almost desolate winter months.
There is a fragrance in this stage of summer that hangs in the air. It's permeated with the stench of still water, fresh cut grass, hot pavement, and a cooling breeze that stirs the air enough to combine those into a scent that is heady, addictive, and soothing.
My windows are open and as I seek sleep I can hear the cadence of insects staking their claim on the hour of night. The frogs are delighted at this hour and sing happily and bountifully, eager to fill their bellies and revel in the freedom of darkness.
I love summer, and after a long, and entirely too restrictive winter, I don't care if the days are too hot to handle and the nights too loud and restless to find rest. I am soaking it in. Basking in the heat of the afternoon and lingering in the fading light of evening.
Wherever you are, stop, take a look around you and enjoy. Smell the roses, literally.
Enjoy the sunshine-rain that shares its rainbow mist and lets you in on its promise.
Cheers to the weekend, folks, may it be a good one!
Tonight just happens to be that in my neighbourhood. The air is fresh. The sky is randomly streaked by a wisp of clouds that runs parallel to the horizon, and the sunset.... The sunset is beyond mesmerizing and paints the whole sky.
The pinks and purples and golds bleed together into a sight that cannot be described with words, nor reflected back in a picture, regardless of the angle you work to capture. It is one of those moments that steals your breath and haunts your heart, and thankfully, this moment repeats itself frequently enough to grasp a hold of the thankfulness, yet not enough to grow redundant; it's a repetitive miracle, if you take a moment to savour it.
Summer is fleeting where I come from. It is short to say the least, yet it is a craving that rarely subsides and, to be frank, coveted through the long, cold, almost desolate winter months.
There is a fragrance in this stage of summer that hangs in the air. It's permeated with the stench of still water, fresh cut grass, hot pavement, and a cooling breeze that stirs the air enough to combine those into a scent that is heady, addictive, and soothing.
My windows are open and as I seek sleep I can hear the cadence of insects staking their claim on the hour of night. The frogs are delighted at this hour and sing happily and bountifully, eager to fill their bellies and revel in the freedom of darkness.
I love summer, and after a long, and entirely too restrictive winter, I don't care if the days are too hot to handle and the nights too loud and restless to find rest. I am soaking it in. Basking in the heat of the afternoon and lingering in the fading light of evening.
Wherever you are, stop, take a look around you and enjoy. Smell the roses, literally.
Enjoy the sunshine-rain that shares its rainbow mist and lets you in on its promise.
Cheers to the weekend, folks, may it be a good one!
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