Well & Warm

There isn’t anything wrong with working for the finer things — but there is definitely something right about learning to slow down & bask in the fleeting moments in life. With that said, I wish you just that this weekend. And, if you feel like it, try & stop & enjoy the things you’d normally look past. It’s not always easy, but in this case, it’s usually worth it. Can’t wait to hear how it goes.

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Ps. This girl ain’t hard to please… The best treat in the world is love. So sure, spoil me ;)  

xoxo + the potential smack on thou cute ass, Bee

Entwine Oneself Around the Key

I love the feeling I get when I am around people that make me feel like I don’t have to explain myself. They get it.

I also love when I have had a bad day & I’m hardly holding it down, about to crumble, and someone has the key. The key that most look past because it is so incredibly simple. What I love is it takes us back to the basics. The key that solves many of my problems 99% of the time is the comfort that roots back to a genuine embrace: sometimes, when I don’t know what else to do other than not fall apart I just need someone to pick me up, pull me in close, & hug me. Are any of you with me on this? If so… Continue. 

As we mature we are expected to be well composed when handling tough situations. There are plenty of ways society expects us to deal with negativity, but the biggest one is ignoring it. Last time I checked if you ignore something it either dies, remains in it’s current state, grows, or rots. For me, it’s usually the last one. I believe thoughts get old, and just like the garbage, we need to take our old rung out thoughts to the dump — and leave them there.

I believe in starting fresh & doing so often. Think of it this way: just like computers, our brains/thoughts/attitudes need to be refreshed. And then, we just might need someone to pull us in, wrap their arms around us (whether they be big & strong, or soft & delicate) & remind us that this too shall pass. The beautiful thing is sometimes they can do so without saying a word (my mum & grandma are great for this… so are my auntie Care & Brenna)

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I think society is wrong in many ways, especially with the way it asks us to cope with aches & pains that ibuprofen doesn’t stand a chance against. I think it can be unhealthy to never take our strong faces off.  And, in my opinion, it’s not fair to the tender spots in your heart that you may have forgotten about 20 years ago because you chose to ‘do what you have to do’ vs. taking care of yourself & moving on after you “take the trash out”

I think what Oscar Wilde said (despite it being targeted towards women) is very fitting for this. Wilde said “Women are ment to be loved — not to be understood. Well perhaps we should take some notes and stop muffling our pain & begin wading through it by starting with a hug.

This one is for you, grandma. Someday, I hope we can hug an elephant together :)

I know everyone doesn’t like hugs — and that’s okay. I respect that! So don’t worry, I’m all about respecting your beautiful bubble! But the next time I see someone I love trying to fight through their battles alone, or they just aren’t sure who to pick for their team of heart-ache-kicking supporters, I’ll do one easy & powerful thing (if my gut instinct tells me it’s okay to do so): Ignore my desire to give advice that may not be asked for, and simply give them a squeeze. Perhaps we can benefit from a little unity instead of constantly trying to be superior to others by proving our strengths that, in the end, usually make us weak. 

Ready, set, love. 

“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.”

Kahlil Gibran

The perfect you

You.
“Reading this right now, you are the perfect you.
The set of your eyes, the hitch of your stride.
The scars you have or don’t have.
You are the perfect you.
Relish in your perfection, often.
Praise your perfection. 
Worship your soft, your rough.
The curve, the hollow, the point, the flat.
Let’s agree you are perfect, I am perfect.
Live in your perfection.
Stop comparisons. 
Start self praise.”

Repeat after me. I am a perfect me.

Until We Are Burned

Look around, I am sure your eyes will stop on the girl that picks fights with her boyfriend because she is seeking more attention. More love. More, more, more. What you don’t know is he gives her everything she could ever ask for, and he can’t quite understand the reasoning behind her love for petty little fights. He tries to be patient with her, he tries to give it time. After months, their relationship comes to an end. Life feels sane without her temper. She has been burned, and she attracted everything she never wanted.

Then you’ll see that boy that finally found himself a good girl. She has helped ease his edges & shed light on his soft heart. She sits with him and walks him through every question on his homework he just can’t figure out. She is patient, she is kind, she does not judge him. But suddenly he is done, he is done with the love he knows he needs because he is not ready for it. She has been burned.

None of these people asked to be hurt, but in the long run all four of them walked away with diamonds that were once coal. You live and you learn & sometimes it is going to burn. I have grown enough to realize the bad relationships in my past have lead me to the love I have always dreamed of. But it began with myself. Self-love creates a net that is made to catch soul-mates.

If you have been hurt, begin with yourself. Compliment who you are on a daily basis, learn to adore every inch of yourself – Inside and out. Thank the men/women who said no to your love! Thank them for leading you to a new path, one with promise & excitement. Love is not always fun. In fact it is often dark & lonely.

Start writing your lessons you learn down, even if your hand trembles. Forget sleeping with your backs to each other, and promise to never let the sun set upon an argument again. Slowly but surely you will find each other where you can love one another with all your heart. You matter. Be with someone who knows that.

Until then, be patient. The best things come with time. Perhaps we cannot appreciate real love until we are burned – So let go, free yourself, and take a step into the unknown. Love will find you.

The Irresistible

I can’t help but love the fact that flaws is what makes this photograph absolutely gorgeous in all aspects. Reminds me of all of us… Imagine this photo without the marks & smudges, it wouldn’t hold the same value. I believe that is how all of us are. Humans weren’t made to be flawless, we just weren’t. Streaks & stains give rise to the irresistible.

XOXO

Live, Work, Create

There are times in my life when I’m not quite sure what to think, feel, or believe when it comes to basic things. I’m talking about love, family, friendship, time, passion, and more. When this feeling of ambivalence rests upon me I like to turn to one of my favorite books, ‘The Prophet’. It is a beautiful classic that I believe everyone would benefit from by having it in their home. Each page is infused with enlightenment and guidance. So, I’ve decided that I wanted to start my day with a piece about work from The Prophet. I hope this inspires you to go to work today & genuinely put your energy into doing the very best of whatever it is that you do. I’m a strong believer in doing things right the first time around so you don’t have to do it again… Like my mum always says, ‘Don’t do things half-assed’ If you work with passion & positivity that is exactly what you will get back from life. Happy Tuesday lovies! (By the way, I realize this is a weee bit long for before-you’ve-had-your-coffee reading, but it’s well worth the read… Promise)

XOXO

Work By Kahlil Gibran

Then a ploughman said, “Speak to us of Work.”

And he answered, saying:

You work that you may keep pace with the earth and the soul of the earth.

For to be idle is to become a stranger unto the seasons, and to step out of life’s procession, that marches in majesty and proud submission towards the infinite.

When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.

Which of you would be a reed, dumb and silent, when all else sings together in unison?

Always you have been told that work is a curse and labour a misfortune.

But I say to you that when you work you fulfil a part of earth’s furthest dream, assigned to you when that dream was born,

And in keeping yourself with labour you are in truth loving life,

And to love life through labour is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.

But if you in your pain call birth an affliction and the support of the flesh a curse written upon your brow, then I answer that naught but the sweat of your brow shall wash away that which is written.

You have been told also life is darkness, and in your weariness you echo what was said by the weary.

And I say that life is indeed darkness save when there is urge,

And all urge is blind save when there is knowledge,

And all knowledge is vain save when there is work,

And all work is empty save when there is love;

And when you work with love you bind yourself to yourself, and to one another, and to God.

And what is it to work with love?

It is to weave the cloth with threads drawn from your heart, even as if your beloved were to wear that cloth.

It is to build a house with affection, even as if your beloved were to dwell in that house.

It is to sow seeds with tenderness and reap the harvest with joy, even as if your beloved were to eat the fruit.

It is to charge all things you fashion with a breath of your own spirit,

And to know that all the blessed dead are standing about you and watching.

Often have I heard you say, as if speaking in sleep, “he who works in marble, and finds the shape of his own soul in the stone, is a nobler than he who ploughs the soil.

And he who seizes the rainbow to lay it on a cloth in the likeness of man, is more than he who makes the sandals for our feet.”

But I say, not in sleep but in the over-wakefulness of noontide, that the wind speaks not more sweetly to the giant oaks than to the least of all the blades of grass;

And he alone is great who turns the voice of the wind into a song made sweeter by his own loving.

Work is love made visible.

And if you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work and sit at the gate of the temple and take alms of those who work with joy.

For if you bake bread with indifference, you bake a bitter bread that feeds but half man’s hunger.

And if you grudge the crushing of the grapes, your grudge distils a poison in the wine.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man’s ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

Ps. I woke up to Winston pawing my face while he laid on my chest. Much better then an alarm clock