alrighty, world. it's 2012.

when the clock struck midnight to 2011, i could feel change in my bones. it resonated. i was done with the old and could feel that 2011 would be my year.

it started out with me facing some demons and getting to a better point in my relationship with myself. hard work, but good work. something that needed to be done.

i know some people say that they know when magical things will be coming their way, but really, how do they know? i'd like to point out that back in the beginning of march on my blog, i felt hope in the air. it was permeable for me. things were going to be changing.

and two days later they did. :) i met parker.

so, when people say they knew magical things were coming in their lives, don't question them. they probably did know. they probably felt it in their bones, like i did. they probably had this cloud of hope swirling around in their brains, filling every crack of their lives with wonder and possibility.

it happened to me.

"And your ringtone is playing right now and i wish you were here"

today consisted of:

forgetting (after the twelve-hundredth time) that i burn if i'm in the sun for two seconds, resulting in bright red arms and cheeks.
eating broccoli with sadie. realizing that sadie and i are very similar in very weird ways. we can live off of broccoli and watermelon (only if the broccoli has seasoning salt on it).
eating three huge marshmallows. two roasted, one not.
celebrating new beginnings for many different people (and in many different ways).
augustana.
sunshine (the first utah has seen in what seems like a year).
grass-stained feet.
lemon drops.
and the text i got while adam loaded his parents' fire pit into the back of his gold corolla. the sun was already gone, but we could still clearly see the lilac bush in the front yard. i jumped for joy inside while my whole soul smiled.

[and it's even infinitely better than last time.]

p.s. and my ringtone is here comes the sun by the beatles.

although the utah weather has been a downer,
this was quite beautiful when i saw it last week.

happy sabbath.

because i know you'll read this.

please offer to carry me through the rain. and then do it.
(my moccasins have a hole in the toe. my feet were bound to get wet.)

because maybe, just maybe, it will be the newest perfect moment for me.






[and by maybe, i mean it will.]

i'm falling over edges

um, i can't get enough of this song right now.
seriously.




[please put this on my facebook wall while you're
at home in california.
maybe it'll speak to me. and kill me inside.
in all the good ways.
and maybe i'll wake up at 4 a.m. and listen to it.
maybe.]

on wanting to drive

the ocean and i need to rekindle the romance in our relationship. it's been a while.
who's up for a road trip?

thus far.

i love color.
dc's full of turquoises
and magentas.
violet, scarlet, teal, marigold,
and every color in between.

lorelai and luke

maybe i sometimes feel like this.
just maybe.

chasing butterflies

I just read something that struck me as beautiful.
And whether you think it's beautiful or not, that's fine.
This blog is for beautiful things, and if you don't think they're beautiful
I'll convert you. Somehow. *sneaky smile*

"I miss you. I was remembering that day a thousand years ago when all those butterflys were everywhere and we and the kids were chasing them."

I was one of those kids, by the way.
And the idea that I used to chase butterflies is lovely.

fever: when you kiss me; fever: when you hold me tight

this is why i love spring.
and gardening.
and my home, for that matter
because it has all of those things...
not to mention a few other things
i love.
see that clematis in the first picture?
i absolutely love it.
and see the raised garden
on the left in the second picture?
potato plants grew there last year.
i planted them,
and i was very proud of myself.

today:

words are flowing out
like endless rain
into a paper cup

the beatles always say it best.

growing tired

and today i leave you with not my thoughts, but an excerpt from a book. the book i read really quickly, so i don't remember much about it, but this particular paragraph stood out to me as beautiful.

the words, the way he describes...

beautiful.

"'...Who was not his friend who had heard him speak once?' she was saying. 'He drew men towards him by what was best in them.' She looked at me with intensity. 'It is the gift of the great,' she went on, and the sound of her low voice seemed to have the accompaniment of all the other sounds, full of mystery, desolation, and sorrow, I had ever heard--the ripple of the river, the soughing of the trees swayed by the wind, the murmurs of wild crowds, the faint ring of incomprehensible words cried from afar, the whisper of a voice speaking from beyond the threshold of an eternal darkness."

when i'm fifty

my roommate, whitney, made a video
for her mother, who is turning fifty today.
and because i love whitney, and i love the video,
i've decided to post it.

disclaimer: yes, i'm in the video. yes, i look like i got run over by a semi-truck. and yes; i'm wearing flannel.