up.

I believe in love,
in hard times and love winning,
that people make mistakes,
that people can want two things at once,
that people can be generous and selfish at the same time,
that very few people want to hurt others,
that life can surprise you,
and in happy endings.

present.

believe.

true.

A good friend sent me this quote, which describes everything that is happening right now perfectly.
"Don't forget that in the midst of all your pain and heartache,
you are surrounded by beauty,
the wonder of creation,
art,
your music,
and culture,
the sounds of laughter and love,
of whispered hopes,
and celebrations,
of new life and transformation,
of reconciliation,
and forgiveness."

dos.

Well, tonight is the second evening of another brother leaving on an adventure. Carpe Diem Andrew, have fun and know that we're all thinking about you and wishing the best.

touch.

Oh yeah, I´ll tell you something
I think you´ll understand
When I say that something
I wanna hold your hand.

grow.

"Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished." - Og Mandino (1923 - 1996)

whisper.

For as long as I can remember, I have been fascinated by Story People by artist and storyteller Brian Andreas. Beautiful, just beautiful.


www.storypeople.com

finish.

Work is done for the summer. Moving back to Toronto in about a week - gahhhh when did this all happen so fast?

lock.

The days are ticking down, the sun sets a little earlier each day, and I try to rise a little later each morning. Cherishing this breath of summer is the best way to live.
Slowly but surely, the boxes are being brought into my room, and my life which I packed only a year ago, then unpacked, then packed again and put back into its original place back home, it going again. Where is the place this is all destined to stay? It shall be interesting to see how leaving the second time around, as now I see who I really missed this summer and past year, and who kinda drifted off into the ethereal clouds of "friendship".
C'est la vie.

Summer lasts but just a moment, I'm still hanging onto it.
PS - Photo by Rochelle Henrichs :)

go.

Don't you see? When we give up on our dreams, we die.

dream.

Prospero:
"Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep."
- The Tempest Act 4, scene 1, 148–158, William Shakespeare.

run.

Is it better to be a big fish in a small pond, or swimming around somewhere in the ocean? In the past two days, I have been offered so many dance jobs and interest that I am going through such a tear through my body. What to do, what to do? I can't leave school yet - that's not plausible at this time, but how can I leave what I have here, when everything I've planted and watered and loved, is finally starting to bloom (if you will).

One nice thing though, I got a writing job offer which can be done anywhere in the world. Thank goodness. Quite rainy today as well, hoping things clear up and calm my mind. Quite ready for a lovely weekend of sleeping in and coffee.

wrap.

Lamb = obsession. Please come to Toronto. I'm choreographing something to this.

Here`s my love
Step inside
Let me warm you up
By the fire in my heart

Step inside
Close the door
On the wind of fear
Brewing up behind you

You could stay here
Make your home here
Hideaway here

I could wrap you up in cotton wool
Here`s somewhere you could let your love
Run free come and give your soul a resting place
Finding someome is like finding yourself a home
If the key fits - just open the door

`Cause you`re never gonna spend a lonely day here
Come and watch your fear fly away
And you`ll never hunger for a greener side than here

Gonna wrap you up in cotton wool and save you
And s a v e you
(And save you)

Where`s your love
Let me in
To find the warm fire
That I know is there inside you
Let me in - it`s cold outside
And I`ll grow there
Find that place deep down inside you

You could hold me
And protect me from all harm
You could love me
You could wrap me up

And I could stay there
Make my home there
Hideaway there
You could wrap me up
In cotton wool

plow.

credit.

Sooo, that post about things to do in class should be credited to Alee Scott. She didn't write them, but she gave me the link//idea to post it. Oops.

However, I think that she would most definitely be trying out multiple of these things in class.
Mucho Amour.

vast.

There are some things that a Google search can't find.

vancity.

Sorry I haven't updated since last week! - busybusy with work and exploring Vancouver.

However, I have a lovely treat:

Gahh so excited.

pop.

Umm, cute wedding photo much? I've decided I'm now wearing coloured heel (preferably Louboutains) to mine in a million years.

numerocinq.

Ahh je t'aime, je t'aime.

swirl.

There's something so magically about the imagination of children - I don't mean this in any kind of a creepy way at all. I have one of the best jobs in the entire world, running camps for young girls to have fun, learn new activities such as yoga, dance, art, etc. and also raise their self-esteem. We have guest speakers come in every week, and as much as those little girls with their eyes either half-closing in boredom because they simply "don't get it", or their turquoise fingers reaching ever higher for the ceiling to tell us a new story about their experience with friends, leaves me to feel truly touched.

The mystere (as the French would put it for Cirque du Soleil) of the child's mind fascinates this world. They love and trust so unconditionally with no fear of rejection. When does this change? Why have I allowed myself to closet my heart and words for others to hear because I was scared.

Please children, continue to love. While I'm trying desperately to grow up and move on into adulthood, I need to set my mind back. There needs to be more of a child's mindset about how to see the world. No fear about the unknown, hugging others and telling all of your little stories to whomever would hear with no thought of rejection. Please release my mind and let me go back.

maison.

A home can be built with four walls, three words, a couple of hearts and many pairs of shoes.