March 22, 2012


I am unabashedly proud of my Shakespeare obsession. 
I absolutely love both him and his works.
"If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ..." nor no man ever truly loved Shakespeare.
And you better not be calling me a liar.
In all seriousness though (Ha!)
The man was a genius, and I have the utmost respect and admiration for him.
There are all sorts of rumors and theories surrounding him, and each one intrigues me greatly.
Most of them center around the belief that he did not in fact write the works he is known for, but - and here the theories branch off into their own respective differences- was either an actor, a plagiarist, hired as a cover for a rich man who wrote the plays incognito (*twirls mustache*), or all three.
In fact, there is a recent film on the topic that many have suggested I see, named Anonymous.
Out of curiosity, have any of you seen this? Is it any good?
Anyway, I like to stick to the belief that Shakespeare was Shakespeare, and that great genius can have humble beginnings. 
My favourite plays are, by far, A Winter's Tale and As You Like It
As You Like It is my absolute favourite, thought, and the protagonist, Rosalind, is (in my opinion) the greatest literary heroine. She's witty, she's funny, she makes mistakes, and she's absolutely, undoubtedly in love. 
The HBO film version is an excellent retelling, and Bryce Dallas Howard makes the perfect Rosalind, Japan the perfect setting.
I'm not sure why I've got Shakespeare on the brain these past few days. It keeps popping up in random places, and reminding me how obsessed I am.
One of the mentions was made by my brother's fiancee (While we were wandering Hyde Park in Boise), suggesting that we go to the Idaho Shakespeare Festival this Summer, and eat cheese and feel very classy about it all.
(It's amazing what passes for sophistication in Idaho. Or should I say funny?)
I, for one, am very excited about the prospect, and am ready to start right now, even if tickets don't go on sale for another month at least.
 The Idaho Shakespeare Troupe is said to be rather good, and I secretly entertain the idea of working with them one Summer as part of my theater education. 
Honestly, who doesn't want to be a part of that?
This year they are doing Romeo and Juliet, A Winter's Tale (Yay!), and The Mouse Trap by Agatha Christie (Not Shakespeare, but another favourite all the same).
I don't know, but I'm rather tired of Romeo and Juliet. Of all the more famous Shakespeare plays it's probably the one I like least. It's so...well, I've seen, read, and heard it too many times. I feel like it's over done in some respects. 
Have any of you been to a Shakespeare festival before?
Did you eat cheese?
I hope Spring is treating you all well!

March 19, 2012


First of all, I am probably the greatest ninja blogger ever.
I write posts, I read posts, I stalk blogs, and nobody ever knows about it because I never ever comment.
Well, that might be a bit of an exaggeration. 
I honestly am not sneaky on purpose.
I read and write posts, read all the comments made on mine and most of the comments made on others', but for some reason I always think "Eh, I'll comment later" or "I'll reply in a bit."
And then I never do.
So I apologize profusely if you think that I'm ignoring you or don't read your blogs and comments: I really do!
I'm just, you know, sneaky.
Anywho, I'm very much getting into the Spring mood of things.
It all started with a recent blog post on the subject.
Then I read some other posts about Spring.
Then I started to hear birds sing outside my window in the morning.
And then I bought a bunch of clothes (finally) for the coming warm weather,
And got rid of all of the old "security blanket" clothes I had left over from the eating disorder, a pile that ended up containing a good 80% of my entire wardrobe.
Then I went to a good friend's tea party,
Bought myself some flowers,
And have done a heavy dose of Spring Cleaning.
(By the way, you know when your younger sister runs up to you saying "Grace, what happened to our room; it smells clean!" that something was long overdue)
Now Spring break is fast approaching, and I am dying for it to get warm enough to where I can do my daily devotionals outside in the morning.
By the way, when it comes to treating oneself, I think the kindest, most special thing one can do is buy oneself some flowers.
I love irises: one of my favourite flowers, and they brighten up my room so splendidly, I wish they would last forever.
In one of our old neighborhoods there was a large house that had an entire row of the most beautiful giant irises planted in the front, and in a stunning array of colours.
All I need is green grass to lay and read in and days of eternal sunshine, and my spring-time happiness will be complete!
What part of Spring are you most looking forward to?

March 16, 2012


Daylight Savings Time...
Why do you torture me?
Sleep patterns = severely interrupted.
Sleep = nonexistent 
There's a weariness in my bones.

March 11, 2012


I live in wild world composed of so many "Somedays."
I often have to remind myself that too many Somedays make nothing but wasted Todays.
Yet I'm still caught up in my own dizzy dreaming.
It's days like today- warmer, yet overcast and sprinkled with rain and the occasional reappearing rainbow- that I find myself once again borne away on the tide of my imagination.
I have a jar much like this, full of the things I long to do, places I wish to go, prayers I hope are granted.
And they all begin with someday.
Someday, I will...
...Travel to all the places I long to visit, like the gypsy I am. 
...India, and these only to name but a few.

Someday, I will...
Spend a day doing nothing but painting clouds.
Someday, I will...
See a whole exhibition of Van Gogh paintings.
Someday, I will...
See a live performance conducted by Eric Whitacre 
(Have I mentioned that my uber-talented, opera-singing sister has met and performed in choir conducted by him?
As a side note, he is married, and is wife has a black belt in Tae Kwon Do... so don't even think about it).
Someday, I will...
Get Married (Or "Find someone who like silliness, tea, and hand-knit socks").
Someday, I will...
Live by the sea once again...
...In a house with many windows, the sound of the crashing surf mingling with the strains of Clair de Lune and Moonlight Sonata, 
Tea things in the cupboard,
Cat on the couch,
Dog on the floor,
Both sleeping in patches of sunlight.
Picnics on the beach,
A hand to hold, 
Devotionals shared with Beloved Father and Beloved Husband each morning,
Poetry aloud in the evenings:
Lightness and joy so intricately intertwined, you cannot tell where one ends and the other begins...
...Piano and voices, well loved and often used,
A good, old church visited more than once a week,
Friends sharing dinner,
Clouds to paint,
Songs to sing,
Someone to love and be loved by.
The biggest "Someday" of a rather lonely heart.
(As a side note on pianos, this piano photo shoot is absolutely stunning and brilliant!)
Someday, I will. 

March 9, 2012


(Er, last night)
My best friend and her best friend...
...Got engaged!
Congratulations to Brianne and Ryan!
Words cannot describe how elated I am for them!
Aren't they the cutest couple?
I've been listening to Brianne talk about Ryan for years,
Seeing her fall deer and deeper in love with the one God as intended for her, and her for.
They've had a hard time with the difficulty that is a long-distance relationship
(Wyoming = Ryan
Idaho = Brianne)..
...But God is good, and not only are they currently at university together, they are taking the next step into a far greater life and calling.
(Sheesh, I almost think I'm more excited about the coming nuptials than they are!)
(All photo and edit creds go to Ryan and Brianne).

March 8, 2012

Springing Forward

Spring is so very nearly here,
Stepping forward tentatively, weakly,
Grabbing hold of branches and limbs to gain her balance,
Encouraged onward by the birds,
Practicing her tricks in the grass, steadily growing greener.
About this same time every year, I'm struck by how much I love flowers, love to see things grow.
I'm sure I'll see my favourite flowers, cherry blossoms, bursting forth in their own tumultuous, crowded splendor quite soon.
I will admit to being a completely stereotypical girl when it comes to flowers; I love them!
I've never understood why diamonds and emeralds and other stones used for jewelry became such hard and fast symbols of love and affection. I'd rather receive a nosegay of wildflowers than a cold rock.
Flowers declare themselves to be warm, and alive, and friendly, and beautiful.
However, I'm no great writer, cannot seem to express all of the beauty that is new growth and warmth and blue skies, so I will instead borrow words from those who could best express them.
"...Through primrose tufts, in that green bower,
The periwinkle trailed its wreaths;
And 'tis my faith that every flower
Enjoys the air it breathes.

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure: --
But the least motion which they made,
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there..."
~ From Lines Written In Early Spring by William Wordsworth
"Now that the winter’s gone, the earth hath lost
Her snow-white robes; and now no more the frost
Candies the grass, or casts an icy cream
Upon the silver lake or crystal stream:.."
"...But the warm sun thaws the benumbed earth,
And makes it tender; gives a sacred birth
To the dead swallow; wakes in hollow tree
The drowsy cuckoo and the humble-bee..."
"...Now do a choir of chirping minstrels bring,
In triumph to the world, the youthful spring:
The valleys, hills, and woods in rich array
Welcome the coming of the long’d-for May.
Now all things smile..."
~ From The Spring by Thomas Carew

"A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here

A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That Science cannot overtake
But Human Nature feels.

It waits upon the Lawn,
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope you know
It almost speaks to you..."
~ From A Light Exists In Spring by Emily Dickinson
Even though I love Winter, I'm not sad to see it go with such colourful prospects ahead.
I'm so very tempted to go on a picnic, go hiking, sketch by Walden (The duck pond by our park. It is, in fact, full of ducks and geese), read some Emerson and Cummings in Hyde park...something that requires being out of doors and enjoying it.
I love how we celebrate Christ's burial and resurrection during this season rife with new life. It has always seemed so fitting.
And speaking of fitting, I'm enjoying the thought of a new wardrobe made particularly for the season. 
I'm low on clothes that fit since the Anorexia Fiasco that was last year (my wardrobe is still a collection of long sleeves, warm coats, and extra-small sizes), but working in a gently used clothing store of generally good taste certainly has its perks, as does an employee discount.
Doesn't this look the very epitome of Spring?
I'm entertaining the idea of throwing another Spring tea party this year, only I might wait until early Summer, that way Brianne and other friends currently away at college will be able to attend.
I hope you lot are enjoying the blessings of an early Spring as well! 
If not, it will come soon enough! 

March 7, 2012

One Hundred

(I've always wondered, how do you do that? It makes such an awesome picture!) 
Today is a most auspicious of days.
I logged on yesterday morning to discover that I have officially hit one hundred followers!
*Throws confetti, blows horn*
Honestly, though, I never ever thought I would hit triple-digits when it came to having listed followers. 
I was ridiculously excited the day I hit five 
(Still am, to tell the truth!).
Throughout all of my posts, and especially the last year, I can never forget how you all offered up prayers and encouragement when I was going through some very dark and hard times: I was probably the only person on the ED unit in New York who, when asked who she considered to be on her support team, included her blog-pals. 
You lot really know how to make a girl feel loved, and I pray and thank God for you ever day!
 I was grooming Pinterest, looking for some fun pictures to use for my post, but all I could come up with were diet and exercise plans, pins of $100 shoes and dresses, and a few random sayings.
We Heart It wasn't very helpful either (and I usually only go there as a last resort: the number of nasty pictures they have is enough to make anyone blush). 
I was running through my own many personal computer files of random things I find awesome, when I stumbled across a favourite video of mine. 
Ironically enough, it does have a one hundred theme!
Isn't that wonderful?
Well, I haven't all decided what I should do to celebrate (Probably stop rambling and leave you all in peace would be the best answer), but knowing me I'll probably just end up sketching at the duck pond like I do most days.
So much for celebration.
Thank you, all you wonderful people, for being willing to stick around and read the random stuff I put up here!

March 4, 2012

That Which Cannot Be Expressed In Words


March 1, 2012

Snow Day

The first day of March,
Following a snow-less Winter,
Warm temperatures, 
And (something I've been noticing more and more this past week) the budding of trees and plants...
We have been given a fantastic snow day!
(No, this is not my house, it's one I found on Pinterest. I only wish it were my house.)
I love it.
 I can't get enough of it.
When I move back to the sea side
(Because I will move back to the sea side)
It will probably be the thing, outside of people, I will miss the most about living in a land-locked area.
What is it about snow days that makes the world seem like a perfect, wonderful place?
That makes you want to stay home, comfortably nestled on the couch, knitting and watching Planet Earth whilst drinking hot chocolate, interrupted by short intervals of out door fun (building a snow man, twirling on the icy-encrusted road, eating the fresh powder)?
There's something so very calm and quiet about a snow-covered world. 
The way the powder lies deep and thick, muffling sounds and thoughts alike,
Setting the world aglow even in the darkness.
Perhaps it's the enchantment that comes upon seeing the world as a spotless, perfect plane.
I'm always reminded of how the Lord refers to souls cleansed by His forgiveness as being transformed from filthy darkness to that of a snowy white. 
A perfect, clean, white.
 This Winter has been a very sorry one in terms of white stuff and cold weather: it's been unseasonably warm and severely lacking in snow, especially as compared to last year's seemingly never-ending Winter, something I couldn't enjoy anyway because I was ill and had zero body fat, so I felt like there was cold in my very bones. 

Not a good feeling.
However, I awoke this morning to find the outdoors a white, swirly mess.
One of those snow storms that looks as if God and the Angles are giving heaven a good dusting, and there are a bazillion dust bunnies whirling through the air.
Such thoughts of agitated excitement that occur upon witnessing such a sight!
When can I go outside?
Snow balls!
Spinning on the icy roads!
Hot chocolate!
Imagine my distress upon discovering that there wasn't a single bit of chocolate in the house with which I could make my favourite snow-day beverage!
I promptly decided that I needed to go outside, 
Brush off my little, light-weight Ford Focus,
(A hard battle to win in the still heavily falling stuff)
And drive through the blizzard,
On roads paved with ice,
To the market for some hot chocolate.
I definitely have my priorities straight.
Due to said lack of snow this year, this is my first time actually operating a vehicle through heavily falling snow, and on very icy roads.
And I loved it!
It was slippery and fun, and the way the snowflakes fly at you as you drive looks like you're going lightspeed in Star Wars. 
It's even better if you'r listening to Ride of the Valkyries by Richard Wagner.
However, the snow has nearly melted for the day, and what was earlier a white paradise now looks like this...
(This is the view from my house. My bedroom window, in fact.)
Sad day! 
Although now I can get myself to work on time...
Who else out there loves snow?
Any of my fellow drivers find that they are not, in fact, absolutely terrified of navigating snowy weather as their mothers assured them they would be when the time came to drive through it?
Hoping your day is as wonderful as mine is turning out to be!