ordinary, extraordinary.

I breathe to exist. 

And I exist for beauty. 

(beauty of the extraordinary, of the ordinary,

of the divine, of the human experience)

And in those rare & beautiful instances, 

when I open my blind eyes to see,

I discover that even while my trembling knees

fall onto holy ground

I find myself standing in awe

of the extraordinarily, ordinary beauty

of this earthly life. 

And I wonder,

with awe

with excitement

& with hope

how much more will heaven be?

Books & Rings

Wow, it has been FOREVER since I've been on this blog! Needless to say, I have been extremely busy planning a wedding and have thus (unfortunately) been neglecting this blogspot. I kind of wish that I had recorded the whole wedding preparation on the blog, but there's no point on dwelling on those kinds of thoughts! So for now, here's what I've been working on this morning: making a "pillow-book" for my ring bearer. I bought the book from Value Village, found the DIY on a lovely wedding website called Ruffled (http://ruffledblog.com/diy-vintage-book-ring-holder/), and the accents from various thrift stores & Michaels. I love that it has a vintage feel, I got to make it myself, and it only cost me $10!

Isn't it lovely?

simply yours.

I hear the simple melodies
the ones sung by broken hearts,
lost souls begging for mercy
and being covered in exquisite grace.
oh, that a thousand tongues 
would raise their voices to sing
the simplest of all love songs.
your name, your name, your name.
beautiful and pure and adored
and more than enough. 

a masterpiece.

the canvas
on which life is expressed through
splashes of laughter,
streaks of tears,
sprays of anger,
scribbles of tragedy,
and dabbles of love,
remains strangely white. 
the artist's fears of tainting the innocence
and purity of the blank space
prevent the creation of a masterpiece. 
and so, result in
nothingness. 


while the artist continues to 
buy and buy and buy
crisp new brushes and lovely colours
books on technique
and magazines on style
imagining and dreaming,
diligently studying and critiquing
others' masterpieces
but never touching, 
never creating their own.
leaving their canvas 
empty and untouched
meaningless. 


because it takes a courageous person
to begin painting. 
and only the bold 
can finish their masterpieces. 

you are cordially invited...

After an extremely busy weekend, we are FINISHED making the invites! :) Thank goodness!  I definitely could not have done this without my handsome man, my lovely maid of honour, and the best man. Kudos and so many thanks to them for putting up with my orders and crazy artistic antics. I am sooo excited to send these out and to get our RSVPs in. 

a possibility

Music so lovely that it warms my heart and breaks it. 
I want to dance and cry at the same time. 





you placed this promise at my feet
but I need something that I can keep
is it even a possibility

I remember looking at you
wondering if you even knew
so I closed my eyes and counted to ten
was hoping that you would kiss me then
kissing me
is it even a possibility

heart´s been stolen
eyes are swollen
all these words were never spoken
stomach sinking
wishful thinking
wish that you would phone

I wish these fears would disappear
so we could run away from here
is it even a possibility....

lull me to silence

poetic declarations of love

capture the heart's desire to express

(in concrete, unchangeable words)

what it cannot

when the flutter of life

falls into oceans of silence.