Impossible?

What does one do when they find this, but it slips through their fingers and they're forced to let it go? Does God only give you one chance at this? Or do second chances come along sometimes? Is it better to sit and wait for the second chance, or take the safe road and hope that while you're on it, you'll see the second chance in passing and be able to turn around before it's too late?


"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dreams,
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own,
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic,
or to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn't interest me if the story you're telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself,
if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithful and therefore be trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when its not pretty every day,
and if you can source your life from God's presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon, "Yes!"
It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair,
weary and bruised to the bone,
and do what needs to be done for the children.
It doesn't interest me who you are,
how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the Fire with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself,
and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
 — Orion Mountain Dreamer, Indian Elder

*thank you to leeselooks.blogspot.com for posting this gem.

Pleats

Pleats are at the top of my summer shopping list. Especially in nude...

Jacqueline

I just finished watching the tv mini-series The Kennedys, starring Katie Holmes as Jackie Kennedy - as a sidenote, she did a fantastic job. Once again, I am struck with complete admiration and I am in awe of the woman she was. She exuded so much grace, was incredibly strong, and, I believe, was an incredible example of a loving mother. One only has to look at photographs of her with her children to know how much she loved them and cared for her family. She also somehow managed to remain her own entity and accomplish a lot outside of her family, rather than blending into the background as, I find, many women do once they're married with children. I can only hope to be like her in the future.

Dreams

I want...

...to live in a house with a number and street name I love.
...to have two, maybe three children. I tell people I'll never have children, but really I'm just scared.
...to learn to dance: ballet, ballroom, and burlesque.
...to exude elegance.
...to create in watercolor.
...to host the most fabulous dinner parties.
...to truly know history.
...to get back into the habit of waking early and running every morning.
...to volunteer my time more.
...to live more simply.
...to always look fabulous.
...to choose never to be sad.
...to be angered only by those things that are truly worth it.
...to be an incredibly patient woman.
...to live appreciative of every moment.
...to accomplish much.
...to learn to step out of my comfort zone more often.
...to never treat anyone without love, patience, respect.

White

I want to decorate my house in white. There is something about an all-white color scheme that leaves one breathless, light, and feeling free. Also, I'm certain it would be very difficult to ever feel sad if I were surrounded by white.

This Is Why I Love South America

There are few ad campaigns that make a girl want to drop everything she's doing, go to the place the picture was shot, and become the girl in the photo. Anthropologie does this consistently. That is why I love Anthropologie. Here is (some of) their April 2011 campaign. Enjoy!

Photos taken from anthropologie.com.