I tend to look ahead a lot in life... I dwell on what could be in the future when I should booking at what is in the present. I have no idea why I do this. Maybe it's because I have an idea of what I think will be the best part of my life here on this Earth, and what's not the best part; the future being the better part of my life and the present being not so. Does that make me perpetually unsatisfied then? Why should I be unsatisfied when every chapter I turn, and every block I lay down, is a step toward this ultimate moment; this ultimate goal. Why would I want to skip the present moments, as I so often desire, to get to the ones ahead? Every one of those moments help define what my future will be... They are all included in the devine blueprints that my Creator has so carefully planned out for me... So why, in my right mind, would I desire to move past them at lightening speed? I should have ultimate happiness in these moments because my Father has created them for me, before my life was every a fleeting thought in the minds of my parents. Though, I know that it is not bad for me to grieve and feel sadness in times of hardship and tragedy... Still, as a child of my Heavenly Father, I should be looking upward toward the heart of His plan, searching for the strength to accept this beat in the blueprint He has made for my life.

I can still be excited for my future while relishing and rejoicing in the present, so long as I am not so overcome with desire for my future that I dismiss the present.

"Never are voices so beautiful

as on a winter's

evening, 

when dusk almost hides

the body,

and they seem to issue from nothingness

with a note of intimacy seldom

heard by day."

Night and Day - Virginia Woolf

Oh dear,

What to do.

Everyone seems to be transitioning 

over from blogger

to tumblr.

Is blogger the myspace of

this scenario and tumblr the facebook?

Oh dear... 

I've had a long day of finals and house cleaning,

and have finally come to a

moment of rest;

I have been doing some eye

studies in my

sketchbook, whilst sipping

peppermint tea. 

I need my Jordie for this moment.

Rossina Bossio Bossa

A Thing of Beauty

Please Let Me

Live in dresses and sweaters

Spend the day painting flowers and drawing birds

Grow butterfly wings

Sing the day through

Swim under the Sea and find hidden treasures

Grow my hair long long long and lace it with baby's breath

Run through meadows barefoot

Talk to animals

Bask in perfect sunlight

Longing

I long for a time of rest.

A time when

I can create my own home for the family

that I have yet to begin.

I long for the peace of reading amid

my small, fruitful

garden that I have so very diligently tended and

nurtured in the cool

of the afternoons.

I long for a time when all I 

have to learn, is how to further become a 

Proverbs 31 woman,

through and through.

I long for the day

when my artistic endeavors will be granted

full pardon to 

the order of a day; pure

unrestrained 

creation.

I long to teach my yet to be had children

all that I have discovered
and learned

on my 

unavoidable path of

entrepreneurship.

henri fantin-latour