I have begun to write something on here several times now and continued to hit 'delete.' There's so many thoughts running around in my brain that it's hard to translate them all. I need to clear my head. Ugh, writer's block. Yuck. Maybe once again some lyrics would say it better. I wish I could write like this:

Oh look at how she listens
She says nothing of what she thinks
She just goes stumbling through her memories
Staring out onto Grey St.
And she thinks...hey
How did I come to this place?
I dreamed myself thousand times around the world
But I can't get out of this place
There's an emptiness inside her
And she'd do anything to fill it in
But all the colors mix together
To grey, and it breaks her heart

 

 

 

That is all <3

A post in photos.
I'd love to share all about my weekend with you in words, but I'm afraid it wouldn't do it justice. I took some pictures with my iPhone along the way, it's inspired me to get back out my big, fancy camera again. I love taking pictures, and my three boys (including my dog) are the most wonderful subjects.

Sometimes the weather suits one's mood so well it's almost creepy. Like the weatherman in the sky took a peek inside your soul for the forecast of the day. Just a thought.

Here's some of my weekend, through my lenses' eye:

This was our view from the Parade Riley and I were in with our church. He passed out candy and I pulled a wagon of supplies. He loved it.

 This is a Giant Schnauzer

I wanted it bad!

 We headed to Bainbridge Island to end the day.

 There is so much for the eye to see there.

 This is the most beautifully stored garbage I've ever seen

I'm in love with whatever this plant is, I think it grows wild? It's amazing.

 Love the old English gate

We wanted to go to dinner here, but you had to be 21.

Sorry kiddos.

This was our view from kid-friendly dinner table.

 Our food was amazing! Riley can't believe it! :)

 LOVE.

 Beautiful colors

I always gawk at this gorgeous, historical coffee shop, next time I'll visit it!!

I just might have to frame this one <3

And finally, I got to come home to this sleeping baby.

That is all <3

Needle and Thread

All the wild horses
All the wild horses
Tell her with tears in their eyes
May no man's touch ever tame you
May no man's reigns ever chain you
And may no man's weight ever defrayed your soul
And as for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away
As for the clouds
Just let them roll
Roll away
Roll away



It's been a while folks. Sorry 'bout that! Yes I've been busy is suppose, but truth be told, I've avoided this little blog of mine. Going back today and reading it reminded me so much of why I have. You see, I'm not a good liar, not too good at faking things either. I love to write, it is a piece of my soul, and having a blog is like giving it a good drink of water. But I was so filled with questions and doubts, lost really, in my own mind, that the words wouldn't form, my voice cracked and I choked when my soul tried to speak out. 
I've come to the realization that I've been walking around this Earth, hollow in many ways and bone-aching dry in others. I feel like somewhere along the way I was given a needle and thread and I have attempted to sew myself together, to keep from falling apart. Sometimes I've stitched the holes together nicely, or even put cute little patches over them, other times I just see these big gaping holes that have quietly ripped wide open. I grew up such a free and wild spirit. I was untamed. This life has broken me in many ways, placed a bridle in my mouth and thrown a saddle over my back. And thus, with the needle and thread, I have tried to stitch that girl back together, all the while telling her to stuff that free spirit of hers deep down.  I am realizing slowly that I need to dump that needle and thread and shed this skin I've tried to decorate. Let that care free, happy girl grow back and be who I am. Sometimes lyrics say it so much better:

Well, she was precious like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different

Stupid boy, you can't fence that in
Stupid boy, it's like holdin' back the wind

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands
And you stole her every dream and you crushed her plans
She never even knew she had a choice and that's what happens
When the only voice she hears is telling her she can't
Stupid boy, stupid boy

So what made you think you could take a life
And just push it, push it around?
I guess to build yourself up so high
You had to take her and break her down

It's time again to be me,

I'll open my own gates 

and set myself free.