Alone But Not Lonely

I remember being about 13 years old and going through pre-teen “funks”. I was (and still can be) a moody little shit. But I always knew what the solution was. I’d hurry home, play soccer until the sun went down, and then “redecorate” my bedroom. I would put in my favorite CD and go to town. Getting rid of things that no longer served a purpose and reflecting on the things that did (I was a weird kid). I’d always make my mom stay upstairs until I was done (which I’m sure she was thrilled about) and then reveal my “new and improved space” when I finished. I knew at a young age how much of an impact my personal space had on my mood.

With that little hobby came big dreams of having my own apartment. I imagined that it would have beautiful art, shelves full of books of poetry, romance, sorrow, and adventure…candles, music, plenty of plants, and soft pillows and large blankets. A place to relax and write, entertain the people I love, make memories, and dream . And I am incredibly blessed to say that my little shoe-box apartment is beginning to fit that description.

It’s been such a fun and rewarding process for me to make that dream into a reality. But like all good things it has taken time. I have added each piece that is in my home slowly, making sure that each object resonates with me some way or another.

A few months ago my aunt Carolyn told me that she wanted to buy me a piece of art for my home. I was so excited. But I’d been looking for a while and just couldn’t find anything that made me feel like I had to have it. Last weekend while my mom and aunt were out shopping they came across a piece at my favorite store, Dancing Cranes. They sent me a photo of it but I just wasn’t in the mindset at the time to make a decision about whether or not I wanted it.

For the past week I’ve been on my way home and thought about that piece as I drove past DC. Today all three of us went back to Dancing Cranes and it was still there. I guess that is how I knew that it was meant to be mine. I came home, hammered a nail into my paper-thin wall, and just stared at it. It’s perfect where it is.

The piece is called “You Found Me, Alone But Not Lonely.” It’s such an accurate symbol of where I am at in my life right now. The photo was taken in Bear Rive Migratory Bird Refuge.

You Found Me, Alone But Not Lonely.

I just finished reading Gabrielle Bernstein’s book “Spirit Junkie: A Radical Road to Self-Love and Miracles.” and it is now a new favorite of mine. So I decided to buy myself a new book to keep my reading flow going as well as a meditation pillow. I have been using a pillow from my bed or I’ve just sat on the floor while meditating, so I’m eager to have a comfortable place to gather my thoughts, pray, and meditate everyday.

The book I purchased is called “I Am Malala: The Girl Who Stood Up For Education and Was Shot By The Taliban.”

I truly believe that Malala is our youngest and most powerful female voice right now and that she will continue to do incredible things throughout her life. Her book has truly moved me. I’ve made a promise to myself to only read it when I have time to really allow her words to sink in and sit with me. I start school next month and her story has changed my prospective on getting my education as a female. I strongly encourage you to purchase it for yourself and/or someone you love.

"I Am Malala"Meditation pillow

I hope that you have had a weekend full of the things that bring you inner peace and joy. It can be hard to find time for ourselves during the holidays, and some people look down on it. But I find it absolutely essential to find a balance between giving love to others and giving love to yourself in order to be happy and healthy.

All my love, Bailey Mikell 


To The Point About Fine Print

Pardon Johns french, he’s just so damn uncouth sometimes… 

“If you go home with somebody, and they don’t have books, don’t fuc*’em!”
― John Waters

Good morning little birds, I hope you went to bed with a dream & woke up with a purpose (& a new chapter to dive into, of course) XOXO

It’s Never Too Late

One of my favorite books is called ‘It’s Never Too Late’. It has 171 simple acts that can change your life. I enjoy reading it from time to time when I am at loss for inspiration or just need a pick me up. It’s small enough to toss in your purse or keep next to your desk. It’s nice to just flip to a random page and keep that wisdom close to you throughout your day. I want to share two of my favorite things in this book with you this morning. I hope you love them as much as I do…

It’s Never Too Late To… Break away from the herd.

It can take cold courage. It’s your chance to follow your heart, lift your head up, choose your own course. It can bring disdain and abuse. But it will also bring esteem and admiration. But, above all, it brings self respect. Stand on your own feet. Be an individual. 

It’s Never Too Late To… Reinvent Yourself

You are what you make of yourself. Not what others want you to be. If you don’t like the direction in which you’re heading, change… Set some goals: Short, meduim, long-term goals. Consider the new path you need to take. Take that path. Back your judgement.

‘The spirit is the true self’ -Cicero 

Yes We Can

Milton & I went for a walk this afternoon. I woke up to a gorgeous day & couldn’t help but get some fresh air. I love having all of my music on my iphone, I had this album on repeat the entire time.

Everyone has been talking about these books, I couldn’t decide if it was worth looking into but I finally caved & bought the first book. I stood there tapping the screen to the book search in Barnes & Noble until I realized it had a keyboard…. Oops. I may or may not have grabbed this...and this…. and this too. Oh jesus… yes I’m serious right now. I’ve been needing some good reads for a while now. Once I get started on one good book I can’t stop, I keep opening up more. It’s one thing I don’t feel guilty about spending my money on. Each book helps to enlighten & expand my mind, & that is always a good thing.

Anyway, I’m off to escape into the worlds in each of these books. I hope you’re all having a beautiful weekend & taking the time to educate yourself. Here is a video I thought some of you might enjoy… XOXO  

This is from one of my very favorite books called ‘The Prophet’. I turn to it when I’m in need of some insight on life and peace of mind. It has really taught me a lot. I’d recommend it to anyone, it’s a book you can carry for the rest of your life & learn from it every time you open it up. Namaste loves, xoxo

Let there be spaces in your togetherness, And let the winds of the heavens dance between you. Love one another but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music. Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together, yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.

—Khalil Gibran (The Prophet)

Eat, Pray, Love, and Ramble.



“I started reading it and I came to this part….that completely changed the way I looked at depression and taking anti-depressants. You know how you always (unfortunately) look to other people to tell you that its alright, or that you’ll beat something….instead of telling yourself? I found this passage to be incredibly powerful….and I wanted to share it with you!” A brilliant woman named Gillian put this on Flickr, and it was too wonderful to keep to myself. Maybe I am the only one that can truly appreciate it… But I hope that’s not the case.

I just watched “Eat, Pray, Love“. When I got home this afternoon I was in the process (or trying to begin the process) of getting out of this lovely funk I woke up in. Main issue was that I didn’t feel like a damn thing in the world could help me do that. Mmm love that don’t you? Anywho, my appetite has been out of CONTROL the last few weeks, so the second I feel any anxiety/stress/boredom/emotion in general I turn to food. So, I ate a banana with some peanut butter (more so peanut better with a little banana, lets be real). Shortly after I decided that even though that’s one of my favorite snacks on the planet, it wasn’t hitting the spot. I wanted and needed a couple (a few) cups of black Rimini coffee and a meal, not a silly ass BANANA. Christ. Anyways, I ended up eating some Cous Cous and chicken with my coffee. Instead of doing yoga, or blogging, or meditating, or writing (which are all things I try and do when I have days like this) I sat my ass on the couch and turned on the TV. If you know me, you know that’s the last thing I usually resort to. But I had zero energy to do anything I’d normally do, so I started to look through netflix. Eat, Pray, Love came up and I thought to myself, “oh, perfect, the movie I’ve wanted to see for months as well as the book I bought that’s sitting on my book shelf with a crease in chapter 2….” NEEDLESS TO SAYYYY, it was the best thing I could have done to get myself out of this horrible funk-de-mothafuckin-funk. I sobbed, and sobbed, and sobbed a little more. Then I realized Spring Break was over and I had to be in class whether I had 2 hours left in the movie or not. So, I resumed the movie this evening after class. I soaked in some time with my beautiful Auntie Carolyn, sweet Talya, and handsome Zeb before I pushed play. Oh, and we can’t forget the tub of ice-cream I spent some time with, that would be rude. Anywho, it was amazing. As dumb and girly and silly as it sounds, we all need nights like these. I highly recommend allowing yourself one in the near future:) This is my first rambling post on La Vie Boheme, so I guess it’s officially my blog. Those of you who read “Drifting In between Dreams and Reality” are all too familiar with these kind of posts, but those of you who didn’t…. Welcome to my messy, beautiful, rambling world of chaos.  As you can see, I don’t have it all quite figured out… But I’m beginning to be okay with that. And I guess that’s the most beautiful part about my day today. So sorry for the sloppy blogging, life is just kinda like that sometimes though right…. A messy but raw blog post. Sweet sleeps my loves, until next time. xoxox

“Sometimes to lose balance for love is part of living balance in life” -Eat, Pray, Love