Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Between the probable and proved there yawns
A gap. Afraid to jump, we stand absurd,
Then see behind us sink the ground and, worse,
Our very standpoint crumbling. Desperate dawns
Our only hope: to leap into the Word
That opens up the shuttered universe.

The Gap by Sheldon Vanauken


My life is a series of countdowns. I have come to accept this. (Some do not wish to live by countdowns. Some think it cheapens the present) However, I don't think that looking forward to the next thing is bad if I am content with where I am. There it is. I am more than happy to spend my last days at home in Dallas with my family and the other special people here. I am still going to say it though... because it is important to me.

The countdown to Savannah is 4 days.


Claire Oswalt

I've been following Claire's work for some time. It never ceases to intrigue me.

Check her out right here -> CLAIRE OSWALT.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Cathedral Basilica of St. Louis

This basilica in St. Louis is one of the largest mosaic collections in the world, covering 83,000 square feet!! All the mosaic is either marble or gold depictions of various meanings and stories from the Bible. I was truly amazed at all the different colors and patterns throughout the basilica. I would have been a happy camper if we could have roamed this gem of St. Louis the whole day. I can't wait to go back.

August 5th Revisited

Do you remember what happened to me on August 5th????? I do. I remember it well. The fifth of November.
I'll tell you what happened.
Wisdom teeth happened.

I am pitiful. If you have felt like a good cry is your time. There you go, let it all out. It's okay.

The Summer's Making

First off. Fresh Pavlova!

My room before...

My room now.

interning this summer for an interior designer... this was one of our main houses in the making.

wallpaper design

beginning of basketry

charcoal drawings

Ellie's graduated knitted vest and letter

My knitted poufs! (you sit on them)

Thursday, August 25, 2011


check out the color+print video from anthropologie.

Thursday, August 18, 2011

Look Out

Come to the window, look out, and see
the valley turning green in remembrance
of all springs past and to come, the woods
perfecting with immortal patience
the leaves that are the work of all of time
the sycamore whose white limbs shed
the history of a man's life with their old bark,
the river under the morning's breath quivering
like the touched skin of a horse, and you will see
also the shadow cast upon it by fire, the war
that lights its way by burning the earth.

Come to your windows, people of the world,
look out at whatever you see wherever you are,
and you will see dancing upon it that shadow.
You will see that your place, wherever it is,
your house, your garden, your shop, your forest, your farm,
bears the shadow of its destruction by war
which is the economy of greed which is plunder
which is the economy of wrath which is fire.
The Lords of War sell the earth to buy fire,
they sell the water and air of life to buy fire.
They are little men grown great by willingness
to drive whatever exists into its perfect absence/
Their intention to destroy any place is solidly founded
upon their willingness to destroy every place.

Every household of the world is at their mercy,
the households of the farmer and the otter and the owl
are at their mercy. They have no mercy.
Having hate, they can have no mercy.
Their greed is the hatred of mercy.
Their pockets jingle with the small change of the poor.
Their power is their willingness to destroy
everything for knowledge which is money
which is power which is victory
which is ashes sown by the wind.

Leave your windows and go out, people of the world,
go into the streets, go into the fields, go into the woods
and along the streams. God together, go alone.
Say no to the Lords of War which is Money
which is Fire. Say no by saying yes
to the air, to the earth, to the trees,
yes to the grasses, to the rivers, to the birds
and the animals and every living thing, yes
to the small houses, yes to the children. Yes.

-Given, Wendell Berry

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Monday, August 15, 2011

Il Lee

pen drawings by il lee

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Monday, August 8, 2011

Summer. Are you serious??

Honesty. That is what I want most in life. Here she goes. Honesty. This summer's dose of honesty.
Honestly, this has been the oddest summer to date. What are we supposed to do when we feel homeless? What are we supposed to do when we feel lonely? What are we supposed to do when we feel like we don't have purpose? Sadly, these have been just a few of the questions I have been asking myself daily. I really had no idea what this summer meant for me as I sat at home (most friends off on some great adventure or doing other great things). Coming home from college was supposed to be so exciting! It was supposed to be about getting to spend each summer in paradise soaking up lazy days of doing absolutely nothing with the friends you see ONLY when returning home! God, however, had another plan in store for me. I don't know fully what I have learned but I have learned that we have purpose here, where we are. I can be praying everyday for those around me as well as those who are far from me. I realized something deep and dark buried within me that I have tried to cover for a long time. This deep dark feeling is the feeling of not valuing people (those I call my friends and those I do not). Whether this feeling comes from the root of fear or not, I have been encouraged to dig within myself and ask very important questions. After many conversations with God and others, I have realized that joy comes from others. I must be confident with who I am in God in order for God to use me. He knows what he is doing, and I always forget that. I wouldn't have learned what I learned about prayer and about loving people if I had not been at home this summer.

I am thankful for this summer, but it still is the oddest summer to date.

(So I say, live by the Spirit, and you will not gratify the desires of the sinful nature.)
Galatians 5:16

Fly Fishing Adventure: Check!

Remember when I was talking about this???????

Well, here it is. A snapshot of our adventure. I am pretty sure this trip went down in the books as an experimentation of sorts on how girls, if given the opportunity, can rise to any occasion. That is right. I am talking about catching 11 fish on day one and 6 on day two. Pretty impressive, eh????

I was putting together an epic blog post about this adventure because of how amazing it was but then I looked down and it was five pages in the making in my journal... instead I will let you imagine its glory!!!! We experienced going to the local Sunday farmer's market, fly fishing (obviously), toasting to our success with brownies and milk beside the river, watching the Bachelorette finale!!!, racing to the airport to catch our standby plane, and waking early to seize the day and eat a delicious feast every morning. It was amazing and I cannot wait to embark upon my next fly fishing excursion.