been a million years full of tears, but.. .

i found my boy.

i turn the music up

i've gone missing.
i've been living.
i've been falling.


these notes encompass my heart... . the emotion:: the love.
my love.

more open windows

my computer is running SLOooooooooow.
it's these open windows that i've been saving to share.


so here they are:
things i'm loving right now.. .
well... not ALL of them.
just a lil taste.



etsy shopping

Take me there. Click HERE

my favorite

Swarovski Crystal Encrusted Friendship Bracelet 

get me there quick. click HERE

more etsy LOVE 

this music

old song rediscovered  .AWESOME.ness

















this hymn. these WORDS.

A Mighty Fortress is Our God

Martin Luther. Tr. Frederick Henry Hedge (1483–1546)

A MIGHTY fortress is our God,
A bulwark never failing;
Our helper he, amid the flood
Of mortal ills prevailing.
For still our ancient foe	5
Doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great;
And, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Did we in our own strength confide,	10
Our striving would be losing,—
Were not the right man on our side,
The man of God’s own choosing.
Dost ask who that may be?
Christ Jesus, it is he,	15
Lord Sabaoth his name,
From age to age the same,
And he must win the battle.
And though this world, with devils filled,
Should threaten to undo us;	20
We will not fear, for God hath willed
His truth to triumph through us.
The prince of darkness grim,—
We tremble not for him;
His rage we can endure,	25
For lo! his doom is sure,—
One little word shall fell him.
That word above all earthly powers—
No thanks to them—abideth;
The Spirit and the gifts are ours	30
Through him who with us sideth.
Let goods and kindred go,
This mortal life also;
The body they may kill:
God’s truth abideth still,	35
His kingdom is forever.

this video... 
I subscribe to his wife, Samantha's makeup YouTube channel.
She's hysterical, adorable and together well, they are just cute. So goofy and entertaining.









this poem 

William Wordsworth. 1770–1850

536. Ode Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

THERE was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparell'd in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.	5
It is not now as it hath been of yore;—
Turn wheresoe'er I may,
By night or day,
The things which I have seen I now can see no more. . .. .. And O ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves, Forebode not any severing of our loves! Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might; I only have relinquish'd one delight  195 To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripp'd lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day             Is lovely yet;  200 The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live,  205 Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears. full text HERE

this site

Hairpins HERE

Tattoologist 
... lingerings of tattoo two.

the box is Boring.

in the last couple of years, i've come to many many realizations.
had several epiphanies..
i've been busy.
yes
indeed.

something that may seem somewhat superficial
.. but, in a way is "bigger picture" is my appreciation for things that lie outside of mainstream culture.
beyond what the typical, average person likes or to which he or she is accustomed.

a somewhat silly example when i open my closet each morning:
purposely mismatching clothing
making ugly things appear pretty, desirable in the right outfit

on a daily basis, it seems this applies to everything:: :
music
food
art
even who my friends are.
..  who i thought they would be. who they ended up being.
and I LOVE This about my life. 



everything out of the ordinary. becomes my ordinary
I find pleasure looking beyond.
in fact, it's an activity i've asked my students to do each year.
encourage them to stretch their boundaries_
those 'DO NOT CROSS' lines start to form even as young as nine and ten.

i stumbled upon this video today
and in all of its oddities.. .
absolutely loved it.
it is a creative .vision

when something can spin my mind around and set it back upside down,
i'm grateful to have encountered it as part of my day

birth.year

i was born a few decades late. 

Jane Russell. and Robert Mitchum

Dean Martin. and Marilyn Monroe

see those stars shining in your eyes

i seriously hit replay at least 20 times last night. 

What is it about this song? 

I'm in love. 

as the firelight in the night

Best get to know this man.

and .his music.