Chalice Visits II

she got her nose pierced. i think it's pretty.

taking photos through mirrors without using the viewfinder is HARD.
this is about the 55th shot.

working late in the evening. empty shop. borrowed killer camera.

mommy and son. both blondies!

my sweeties.

Chalice Visits!!

chalice by my side. where she should be. :)


Took Chali with me to meet Stef at Wash Park and have some yummy lunch with her and the little dude.
she's a wonderful friend. I'm blessed to have her here in CO with me.

please click to enlarge above photo and see just how adoring chalice's face is. it's presh.

babies are just so holdable.
look at his little face!

we are sisters. and we really like each other.

more coming......

better packaging makes yummier hot cocoa.

^^dazzling. i know.

my redesign.

positive pointing #31

Tonight I have to write a research paper
My brain feels very scrumpled.
I have to string words, paragraphs and pages together
logically. beautifully. intelligently.

My mind feels like a cryptic bundle of ugly.

It's disheartening
but strangely invigorating.

There is nothing quite like last-minute papers
to send me flying around like there's the world to save
and sleeping like I've done just that.

I thankful for a busy life.
for deadlines and workshifts
and closing times and budgets
because they keep me blazing forward
and feeling glowingly victorious on friday afternoons

and savoring my nothing moments.

positive pointing #30

I'm thankful for almonds.

they are perfectly crunchy (for headache times and otherwise)

my stomach loves them (and dosen't attack me for eating them)

my mouth loves them (they've got a subtle buttery/sweet taste)

they can go with me anywhere because they can't be smashed and don't go bad (i think)

they are good for my body and my skin.

we've been good friends for a very long time now and I never get sick of seeing that petite, tear-drop face.

Did God make almonds just for me?

sometimes I'm tempted to think so.

positive pointing #29

I'm thankful for little ones.

After seeing "Where the Wild Things Are" last night, I am throughly enchanted, once-again with the perspective children have of the world. not because their perspective is so pure and innocent--they are little sinners also. and sneaky little buggers too--but because it's so different from the average, logical adults.

they are effortlessly simple, honest and playful

in a way that adults can never be

either because we forgot how to be

or because we learned not to be.

i'm not sure if it's bad to leave those things behind.

i don't think it is.

but it was fascinating to me to sit in the theater last night and remember exactly how the inside of a cardboard box USED to look like to me--it wasn't a box. it was pure possibility-- and what it felt like to just sit inside a tent that I had just made; to collect all my books, some games and dolls and a lamp or two and then just sit there, utterly content.

that box, that tent, my home, my mother--this is the difference between adults and children i think--was my entire world.

positive pointing # 28

i'm thankful forthe crunch crunch of yellowbrown leaves on my walk to and from my front door. Each foot fall is a photo. These color schemes are genuis! who thought of these colors? and to put them together? and to cover earth's floor with them at the same time every year?

my maker.

I'm thankful for the repetition. every fall is the same. leaves litter the floor. the sound is the same. it reminds of being ten in the fall, being fourteen in the fall, being at home, being at the neighbors, being a freshman in college, being in philadelphia--the shuffle, crinkle never changes. I could use some constants.