i'm back on the eastern shore...

How peculiar. This place, in fact, is not a final destination. I have found that this is not a culmination of sorts but instead a jumpstart, a vault if you will. David told us that this place is not meant to be the icing on the cake. It’s meant to prepare us for what is ahead. I found comfort in Philippians 3 this week. There is so much of my past that I am actively choosing to leave behind as I pounce on this next chapter. Forgetting what is behind me and striving for the future. I have emptied toxic spaces in my life to make room for new beginnings. Fillings worth my while. I have made a promise to stay out of my own way and choose to be brave, realizing that I have this chance to do absolutely anything. To reach out and be vulnerable and true.

Already I have seen the joy that comes with constantly being in the company of women who encourage me, uplift me, challenge me and hold me accountable in Christ. I have seen examples of men who are respectful, chivalrous, and selfless. These attributes have laid the foundations of extremely advantageous relationships this year, matched by very few in my life. I am eager to reach the point of no return now, after Christmas break has come and gone. I want to learn the stories behind a my fellow fellow’s sigh or what it takes to make these people laugh uncontrollably. Even more deeply, I can’t wait to cry after confessions and play some more “hot seat” in the near future, to get down to the very essence of what it means to grow with my new deep relationships.

Transition and events of my past have left me insecure in some ways and fast-paced in others. Willard says that silence frightens us because it strips us as nothing else does, throwing upon stark realities of our life. I hope I have been real this week. I hope I have not run off at the mouth too much or scared anyone away. Just as Willard talks about, people who love each other can be silent together. I am eager to be silent or just…still…here with all of you. To see each other clearly, not dimly. To speak face to face about the intricacies of life together and what has led us here up to now.


Solitude is a condition of peace that stands indirect opposition onto loneliness. Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you and it is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition of union. Loneliness is small. Solitude is large. Loneliness closes in around you; solitude expands to the infinite and has its roots in the great silence of eternity. It is being at peace with the fabric of existence.
Taken from “Letters to my Son” by Kent Nerburn

Needless to say, silence and solitude was a pleasant surprise for me today. I spent the entire day in the old library just journaling and being. I had never had experience with total solitude all day. I will admit, I was not silent all day but I was alone. I love being alone. I think that God speaks to me when I am alone. I have always felt that he leaves me to my own devices to process what he has taught me. This time, I truly felt like he met me.

In that library, I was able to carve out for myself a space in time when no one could get to me and no one could take me out of the largeness of the reverie I was in. For me, it was the first time I had been really and truly alone in two weeks. I have found that most things are not completely real or valid to me if I do not spend time alone in which to explore and discover what is happening or has happened. Monday was no different. The following is an excerpt from what I wrote in my journal:

I have brought God into this old library to sit with me. Slow and steady. Helping me soften down into joy and mess. To show me how to make something that I love that fills me and speaks clearly. I am in the still where I no longer think in words and my memories cease to define the limits of my thoughts. Where I am one with the pulse of life and flow of time.

I sprawled out all of my supplies and sank into the mess I made in the library. It was refreshing to stay there for a while. The first entry I wrote in my journal seemed superficial but as I waited on the Lord in there and didn’t have to worry about cleaning up for a long time I was able to deepen my experience of solitude. I was able to come to grips with the reality of life here and vividly see how God has worked my being here into his Great plan. Monday was needed. It was needed to define a clearer purpose, refine my perspective, and bring my spirit back to place of peace, if only for a day.

"Let there be art. Houses of worship where the feelings of exaltation come from the light."

i need a job!

fellow artists/designers/photographers/creative extraordinaires,

I am currently finishing up my post-graduate program in MD in the spring and am actively looking for a job. I wanted to post something on here to see if anyone knew of any position available for someone interested in creative communications, media arts, public relations, graphic design, publication design, etc. i am more than willing to relocate and would love to travel. any leads? please let me know!

many-petaled kisses.

here are some overdue winter visions. some of my favorites from a magically decorated home hosting a christmas party last week. like being inside a fairy tale.

just spent all day and most of last night working on my brother's christmas present. this year, i decided to make him a keepsake. i made him a little book of wishes, wisdoms, and lessons learned from a big sister. it did take me forever but i think it will be worth the effort when i see his face. is it wrong to hope for a tear? I do hope he treasures it forever. i picture it on his bedside table or something. i was sure to include many quotes, stories, and experiences that i have gathered over my 23 years in hopes that he will refer back to the book for a little bit of-well whatever-he needs. my dad, i just bought the new paul simon book. it's a collection of all his lyrics. i saw it advertised in the window of a barnes&nobles and knew he would have to have it. my mom, i blew her a glass heart pendant. i hope she'll wear it. i also made her a bouquet of paper flowers for her bedroom. yet again, a student without income must get creative. heck, even if i did have an income, i would probably still get creative.

*here's hoping my family likes the gifts as much as I like making/giving them.*


also, listen to my one true love, ray lamontagne. this song is completely enchanting on a snowy winter's eve.
[disregard the shameless grey's anatomy plug. it's the only non-live version there was]

toast.

mountain lodge chic. i am constantly trying to keep up this look. my favorite ensembles are always the cozy ones. i'm a huge fan of this company in particular.

little indian.

you know those moments when it's all you can do to try to escape the clarity of your "calling?" because it truly is all around you, filtering into every inch of you. you have a talk with someone and you speak to them about your "plans" and your ideas for the future and it all comes out so clearly and you realize that most things in your life are aligned and you didn't even know it. yes, i am writing in runons in this moment because i feel so overwhelmed, so overflowing, with excitement and intense passion today. this sunday. art therapy-whatever that may mean, i am slowly discovering all that i can about it- is where my heart lies. and art therapy comes in so many different forms. i don't envision myself sitting in a big leather chair in a silent room, listening to people tell me their stories and encouraging them to "create something." i envision a far more interactive "something." helping others with art, inspiring others, living the creative life, every day. all day. i am currently obsessed with the idea of moving to the pacific northwest after i leave the eastern shore this spring. what would that look like? i want to be over there. and why not new york? or the east coast? because i think of freedom and others who are open to ideas. i dream of mountains and art walks and flea markets and the fish market in seattle. i am breathing with short breaths right now, heart racing, soaking up inspirations from all angles not nearly fast enough, apparently. there is so much to soak in, so much to discover, research, observe, gather. i want to say yes to it all. i have felt so hindered by my fears. fears that i will be shot down. fears that others will say no. fear that turns into laziness and putting off until tomorrow what i can put my fingers on today. i just want to do it! do you ever get that feeling. the feeling like you just can't type fast enough or that your feet want to just run, keys in hand, jump in your car and drive to the places you dream of most? making the seemingly impossible possible. you are being spoken to. you are being assured of your gifts and passions and you just can't help but say yes to them.

I'll turn myself into the grass
And I'll grow
Take this space above my head
And live a little, little.

Gonna wear my feathered headdress
Like an Indian chief.
Gonna stretch out both my arms
I'm gonna test the temperature.

Follow the taste of it.
Jump in.
Swallow it whole.
Jump in.

december views. part deux.

december views.

exploring the month of december visually. its refreshing, especially with all the commercial hype, to just sit back and gain a little perspective. with no further ado, the month of december through my eyes....