handwritten on May 23, 2019
Every year I attempt to attend as many band concerts and orchestra concerts as possible. One of my good friends happens to be the band teacher at our school and his work with the elementary students is nothing short of whimsical.
There is great beauty in supporting others for that is what we are supposed to do in our lifetime. Because supporting passes off a love and a whimsy unmatched by others. Support sharpens the mind, lifts the spirit and instills a fire beneath our feet that cannot be extinguished. Because when we support, we are passing the strength in the wings given to us by another and allowing another to experience His great flight. As I have found, there really is nothing more...
handwritten on May 22, 2019
One of the clearest memories I have as a child is sitting in my fifth grade math class, being given 100 multiplication problems and trying my best to finish within one minute. I could not quite put my finger on it, but there was this feeling deep within my soul where my stomach would essentially rise into my heart, and I felt like the minute that timer went off, I was flying over that page. And I have to say, though mathematics in elementary school today is much more conceptually based and less procedurally based, being able to memorize something fully, recite a poem, know your facts. To me, back then, it was still a source of great pride. A feeling of magic.
And so though I want my...
handwritten on May 20, 2019
I've had a friend for a very long time. In fact, back to my travel soccer days, my marching band days in high school, the days where we used to take our lunches to eat outside in eleventh and twelvth grade. We wrote poems together, stories of our travels and trips and since then we have remained friends. But hard to think that we have been apart 8 years ( in distance) and yet we still find time to text and call eachother at least once per week. And that my friends...is a true friend.
Well this particular friend is quite a thinker, and she is constantly reflecting upon things she wishes she could do but has not yet. Or perhaps certain things she does not feel so very comfortable doing. But...
handwritten on May 19, 2019
In the city of Pittsburgh we have this unique opportunity to experience a street of positivity teeming with people and friendly faces and sunshine, a brilliant fish market and strong vibes of coffee, pastries and street performing. It's a street where one person knocks down another person which knocks down another person and pretty soon it appears as if the positivity has shifted down each block so that every corner you look someone is sharing happiness with another or a story or a smile.
I was struck by this moment of serenity after my husband ordered not one but two chickens on a stick as this is his favorite little vendor to visit as we stroll down the strip, talking and laughing and...
handwritten on May 18, 2019
When you live in the city, you tend to find whimsy in the growth surrounding the asphalt or the place where the sidewalk ends. Where the green grows into a thriving kingdom of vines and nature's designs under a canopy of blanketed dreams. After breakfast Saturday morning, I took a stroll beneath the trees, mesmorized by the age of those trees and what they have seen and who has stood beneath them and beside them.
Looking at the bark and the patterns and lines of secret tree messages as if to whisper all the truth and all the secrets of the world. Something about being beneath the tallest trees reminds me of how insignificant I am. How beautiful our world is. How important it is to see...
