borders.

I love borders. 

August is the border between summer and autumn; it is the most beautiful month I know. 

Twilight is the border between day and night, and the shore is the border between sea and land. 

The border is longing; when both have fallen in love but still haven't said anything. 

The border is to be the way. 

It is the way that is the most important thing.

- Tove Jansson 

This hit me square between the eyes this AM. Have a wonderful Sunday friends. 

glitters.

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Some lovely things. Just a few thoughts. 

rejuvenating.

Whew...for the first time in nearly three weeks, I have an evening off. 

Not going to lie, as much as I love my work and hobbies, we're all machines. If we don't take a little bit of time to rest and recharge our batteries, our bodies will break down. 

Tonight it's all about sitting back, taking a moment and rejuvenating as much as I can. 

Blessed, happy...but a little tired. 

Out for the evening. 

word.

"I think I finally get why it's better to love and lose, than never love. 

And I think it has everything to do with the soul's circumference of itself. 

I think the soul, possibily existing, possibly immortal, is still very much naive. 

It needs great invisible food carried by emotion to grow, and this food is joy and suffering. 

I do not like that suffering is food for the soul, but I cannot deny that this is one of the more effective courses. And suffering is a food you eat without notice or prep. 

On your plate, in your belly before you know you sat down. 

I think that men who avoid love do so because they want to avoid suffering. 

Their souls have no texture or minor chord. There is nothing refined in them. 

For suffering refines one as well. There was my love, ended abrutly. Not I'm left eating this. 

As the days pass and as the soul digests, the palate seems to grow.

I no longer mock a man who keeps on his wedding ring. I understand people I've never met. Something of the pain unites us, makes us more human. 

What is this? What does this occur? Why should anything unite, cultivate, increase through pain? 

These mysteries and I would have missed them if I had remained my child in my emotions, and refused the love glorious that ulitmately led me to sorrow." 

- Stimie. 

#Word. 

zahir.

"All you have to do is to pay attention: 

lessons always arrive when you are ready, and if you can read the signs, 

you will learn everything you need to know in order to take the next step." 

- Paulo Coelho, The Zahir 

thankful.

For the first time since high school, I'm going to be home in Kelowna for Thanksgiving. 

I have a lot to be thankful for every single day. This past year in particular has brought about as many fantastic as well as horrible things in my life and throughout my friend circle. 

There have been births, deaths, successes, failures, love, breakups job losses, career advancements, moves and so much more. 

There are somethings I wish I could have done much differently in the past year, especially first world problem-wise. However, every decision and event that's happened has actually helped me learn a new skill and (hopefully) grow as a person. 

This year, I'm especially thankful for the bumpy road. I'm still on it, and though it can get rough at times, I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Enjoy your long weekend Canadian friends - Happy Thanksgiving! 

pops.

Happy Sunday! 

Today I'm wishing the happiest Father's Day to my incredible dad who has been my mentor and coach in work, school and life and has shown me how to not take life too seriously. 

Thank you for your patience, love and taking me for exactly who I am - dance, career and life goals and everything else! 

I love you more than words can say. Happy Fathers Day Señor!

tiesto.

Happy Valentine's Day! 

I'm surrounded by so many people I love, love my work and honestly, am pretty in love with life. I know it's cheesy to say that, but over the past year it's been become evident to me how important it is to be happy. 

Enjoy today and celebrate the love around you - as I've seen this year, it has many facets. 

I'll also be jamming out this for most of the day. Obsessed. 

And this new treat from JT...

fries.

This is probably one of the sweetest videos I have ever seen about love and Valentine's Day. I dare you not to have a smile permanently on your face while you're watching it.



Looking back, my first Valentine and I were probably around this age as well.

I remember being in early elementary school on Valentines Day when we all made little cards, and were very excited to pass them out to every person in the class.

I always made my mother help me make mine by hand with real doilies, glitter and way too much pink (I don't think I ever wanted to buy the pre-made Valentine's Day cards).

I remember moving around the room, putting my handmade cards in every one's mailbox, and when I came back to my desk one of the boys in my class, Alex, was there waiting for me.

He had given every one else a Valentine already but me. Instead, he stood there with my Valentine and a little red box of chocolates, with "Portia" written in cursive on it.

In my six-year-old mind, I was pretty freaked out. I had a crush on a totally different boy in the class, and somehow back then, I had enough knowledge to recognize how much that would hurt Alex to blow him off. Putting yourself out there at that age is no easy feat.

I remember accepting the chocolates and making an effort to sit next to him during the rest of the week in class when I had the chance. I guess I thought that's what a lady would do.

There are two lessons here:

1. Manners at a young make a difference.

2. That little box of chocolates really made me believe in love. It doesn't know any age or limits, just sometimes, the timing isn't right.

I unfortunately moved about a year after this and never saw Alex again. I don't even remember his last name, but man if he's anything still like that little boy, 18 years later, I'd give him a chance again.

language.

"I think we all speak a different kind of language than each other,

but you sound a whole lot like coffee on a Sunday morning 

 and the rain is falling bitter against the windowpane and your elbows are making holes in the countertops, 

and I only want to tell you that I wish I was as close as the threads of your 

t-shirt, 

and if I can’t be that, 

then I’ll be content withdrinking my drink beside you, 

with the rain sloppy open mouth kissing the roof, 

trying to dismantle the etymology of a conversation that falls out of the realm of words."

- Shinji Moon, He Loves the Rain 

Swoon. 

affairs.

"If we listened to our intellect, we’d never have a love affair. 

We’d never have a friendship. 

We’d never go into business, because we’d be cynical. 

Well, that’s nonsense. 

You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down."

— Ray Bradbury

poets.

"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. 

A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. 

Don’t use very sad, use morose. 

Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women.  

And, in that endeavor, laziness will not do."

 -Dead Poets Society

Good words from one of my favourite films on this rainy day. 

Have a great weekend!