. sweet thing, you make my heart sing .

I have always loved cupcakes, but recently I have obsessed with making them.
Freshly baked, freshly piped. Wonky, but still piped myself. Cupcakes for Gramma’s birthday. :D

. a dose of prose .

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

— Sylvia Plath

.just because i can.

A late afternoon on Marcilla Beach with my 16-35mm. A different perspective of things. A stretch waiting to be filled. A beach waiting for the future. I can only sit and wait patiently. Grateful just to feel the sand between my toes.

For the meantime, its beauty will be captured behind my lens.

.it is always about the dreams.

I let a lot of dreams go when I was younger. I didn’t want to, I had to. It was just the way things had to go. And then I chose to forget about them so it didn’t hurt so much at the time. But how far did those dreams really go?  Is it that you have them one day and then the next you just don’t?
I don’t really do well with change and yet change has been a part of my life since I left home at 18. So when my dreams changed, I didn’t know how to handle it. When you want something so bad, how could dreams change? How can you change what you really want? But then I began to understand that it wasn’t about letting them go completely, it was about adapting them into new ones and making the revised versions happen. And some of them have happened. My creative dreams….. they happened. And it makes me very proud.

I have new ones that have come up. New dreams. New directions. And through this all, I sit and hope that I can do this the way they are supposed to happen. So although revised dreams are wonderful, it would be nice for things to fall into place just the way they are supposed to.

. tomorrow's aventures .

looking forward to being here tomorrow. one night in paradise will make me happy. the smell of the ocean. the feel of sand on my toes. the salt water hardening my hair. the fresh air.
it’s times like this when I love my job.

and when the night closes in tomorrow, I will catch up on my writing. Perhaps begin that fairytale I have been meaning to write. Perhaps write a few pages in my new journal or perhaps I will finally finish this book I have been hanging onto for weeks.

I think tomorrow will be a good day.

. disconnected .

I don’t want to become on of those people who start blogs and then slowly forget about it. I aimed to start this and to keep up with my inspirations through it. But man, this week has been hectic. Wonderfully hectic. Overwhelmingly hectic. So I am excusing myself from the neglected blog this time because it was neglected for the right reasons. Sometimes when things don’t seem to be falling into place for me, it takes that one step through the creative world that gets me going again. I get lost in my thoughts too much and sometimes it prevents me from implementing my ideas. And then sometimes I lose my courage. I believe I’m brave when it comes to expressing my creativity, I always have been but when the doubt kicks in, it kicks me hard. Why do I doubt my creativity sometimes? I needed to begin believing in my world again.

In the last few weeks, I have found myself doing courses to kick start this spark in me, a basic photography course and another creative course that focuses on me, a pathway into discovering who I am. Doing these courses side by side has just opened a little door in me again, one that I had a few years back that I seemed to have lost with all the transition that had been going on in my life.

I’m excited for what the future holds. I know it’s all about me. I have to make it all happen. I have to believe I can make it all happen.

I’m beginning to fall deeper in love with photography.

❤

.interior inspiration = chalkboards.

PHOTO CREDIT: Desire to Inspire; Flickr; Living Etc.

Unfortunately I have to idea who took them, they were in my inspiration folders from way back and never thought of labelling each file.

Love, love, LOVE chalkboard walls.
You can draw/write/scribble whatever you want and wipe it all off at the end of the day or if you’d like, leave it on for months. It’s edgy, artsy, simple and fun. Both chalkboard walls and black walls. I have complete wall envy.
I wish my landlady would let me paint my walls. For the meantime, I will helping my little brother paint his walls black in his new flat tomorrow. This will keep me happy for a while, I think. I may have to think of options for  to convince my landlady to reconsider.