Santa Fe has been killing it lately, totally gorgeous summer weather and flowers.
^^not my yard, but I thought it looked like the perfect one to spend all summer in, apple tree included^^
^^this bush was covered in what i thought were butterflies but turned out to be giant moths, who knew!^^
I was reminded of this quote, one of my favorite quotes from ‘The Great Gatsby’
“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
For some reason I feel like anything is possible in the summer, that every turn has an inspiration and that every morning has the possibility for great, great things.
^^this is just so santa fe…
^^hollyhocks are one of my favorite things about summertime in santa fe^^
what does summer look like where you are? apart from autumn it’s 2nd favorite season…..
Hi folks, I wanted to start a series about people who inspire me. Feeling and being inspired is a huge part of life for me it’s something that makes me feel fulfilled and happy. I think it’s important that I recognize the things that inspire me, from people to flowers to a pretty sunset. It’s those little things that can make life. The little bright lights that help get us through the darker bits.
Today I was feeling pretty contemplative and felt a little sad with the immensity of life and how many distractions we can encounter in life. Somehow these feelings lead me to reflect on Anne Frank, so today I’d like to share why I’m inspired by Anne Frank.
Growing up we were required to read numerous books for school and The Diary of Anne Frank is one of the only ones that I actually loved and feel pleased that it’s on school reading lists. I can’t remember exactly what grade we had to read Anne Frank but I’m pretty sure it was 5th grade making me…. 10 years old. I remember one of the most remarkable things about reading her diary was the fact that I could relate to her. Anne Frank was one of the first ‘young females’ who would make me okay being ‘me’. Like Anne, I was and still am slightly shy and very reserved in many situations but have a lot going on in my thoughts/head. Growing up I noticed quickly that not everyone was that way and it made me feel like the odd one out sometimes. Reading through the Diary of Anne Frank I had confidence that there were other people like me, it made my respect my thoughts and feelings on things more. I started to pay attention to them instead of ignoring them.
More times than not when I am feeling anxious over a situation or myself just knowing that someone other person in the world has felt the same thing will make the anxiety go away at least a little.
I’d like to think that Anne gave my 5th grade self a little confidence boost, a reminder that I was okay, I was normal- and that if I liked to think and write it didn’t make me any less cool than other kids.
Her story is tremendous and has the ability to move people even past, present and future. I think her little soul had a big story to tell and because she wasn’t ashamed of herself or her thoughts, because she followed through on her want to write a diary she made a huge impact on the world. I find that simply amazing (and inspiring), today I was feeling so frustrated with distractions and the thought that we could just make circles in life because of them, instead of actual progress. I think that’s why I thought of her story today, as a reminder to trust my instincts to respect my passions and myself and to just… follow through. Who knows how each of us will impact the world but I’d like to set down my iPhone to at least give myself a chance to do so.
I’ve been needing a new wreath for about.. 2 years! My last one was more fall oriented and it was just time for an update, and while I could have just bought a new one, I don’t like dropping $50 on a wreath and I prefer to have something that looks a little more homemade.
So I decided that I wanted to do something bright and summer(y). I found a chalkboard wreath/door hanger on pinterest and decided to put my own stamp on it.
Here’s what to do:
You will need a chalkboard, moss, ribbon, chalk and chalk pens, mod-podge or hot glue gun. (I found the moss and chalk board at a local craft store for about $10 total).
My chalkboard came with another ribbon already attached but I switched it out to the one pictured that I had laying around. If your chalkboard doesn’t have holes for a ribbon you can always staple or hot glue the ribbon to the back.
I did the ‘artwork’ before I put my moss on because I wanted it to feel more full of the ‘flowers’ than the moss.
Once I was done with the flowers and the ‘F’ I started to glue the moss on. I used both hot glue and mod-podge.
P.S. It took me 4 times to get the ‘F’ to look right, I tired differed styles and none of them looked perfect. I decided to hang it and then lightly put the ‘F’ on that way to make sure it was straight while hanging. Then I took it back and filled it in a bit more and straighten up my lines.
I love the way it came out and really like the contrast of the bright chalk markers and the moss, I’m also super pleased I went with a bold print on the ribbon. I know before I know it I’ll need to switch back to my fall wreath but I know this one will make me smile the rest of this hot summer!
Today I overheard some older tourists on Canyon Road talking about how it appeared that Canyon Road was in disrepair, “things are falling apart and they’ve let the weeds just overtake everything.” I had to stop and laugh to myself and think ‘welcome to New Mexico’ in general.
I was reminded that, that is one of the major qualities that I love about not only Santa Fe but New Mexico- it’s a little over grown, a little dated and the adobe is cracked in some places. It’s total charm though if you look at it the right way. I’m happy that I live in a historic city that isn’t perfectly manicured.
Here a few shots from my afternoon walk today that I thought captured a little bit of the beauty of summer in Santa Fe. (weeds and all)
I thought it was time for another addition to my slight obsession with margaritas. Again, I’m so lucky to live in a city that values a good marg, no sweet and sour here in Santa Fe!
If you are a local or visiting the Santa Fe area I can’t recommend Tesuque Village Market enough, for breakfast, lunch and dinner… and margaritas(of course). I prefer their house marg on the rocks with salt and lime but they offer a variety of different and flavored ones. Their combination is mixed just right every time and is never to salty or sour. Like, it’s the perfect margarita. Like, I could drink them like water…
Tesuque is a little ‘village’ outside of Santa Fe, we love to drive the back road by Bishops Lodge to get there but you can get there a bit faster by taking the interstate. It’s literally like a 10 min drive from the downtown plaza and well worth it. It always has a cool vibe and a relaxed atmosphere – perfect for drinking a margarita if you ask me. If you do end up here for dinner I recommend the fish tacos they are to die for or their wood oven pizza but in all honestly you can’t go wrong with anything you order, they have superb New Mexican food.
And, if you are in the area please let me know because I’d love an excuse to sit on their open patio any day!
The last time I celebrated anything with Baskin-Robbins was probably when I passed an American History test in 7th grade and my Grandpa was in town. That’s something I remember quite vividly, every January-March my Grandpa would drive down to visit us from Wisconsin and during his week or 2 week stay I would get at least a few trips to the ice cream store.
I remember it being something special that I did just with him.
There are a few things Seth and I are currently celebrating and I had the random thought to go to Baskin-Robbins (like the old days). Once we got there and they still had some of the same flavors I’d request when I was 10 I took a little trip down memory lane and felt like it was the perfect way to end today.
I love that, when memories kind of hit you in the face and make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
I’m proud to say that this is my first go at editing and sound work with video. Not to throw myself a party but I’m pretty thrilled with the result! I am going to start a series of cocktails, some made up by me (and other traditional ones) to share with you all and use the post production as some self education on video for myself. I named this drink the Scottsdale AZ. Because it’s kind of Mexican and kinda Gringo and pretty low in calories, which is what I imagine would pass with flying colors in Scottsdale.
Cheers for a long weekend and Happy 4th of July to all of you!
I’d just like to say that… I think Mumford and Sons is up to something.
I of course signed up to get their newsletter (which has been scarce since their break). Yesterday I got an e-mail talking about the Glastonbury Festival and how they are still apart but not performing and at the end…. They included 2 videos of ‘lost footage’ from the gentlemen of the road tour.
Here is the thing, if it were 1968 I may actually believe that footage could get ‘lost’ but it’s 2014 and this lost footage is from last year… 2013. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally enthralled and love the videos but more than that to me it’s a sign. A sign that this lost footage means at some point; sometime they are coming back and coming back with a bang. It’s pretty smart actually, they hide away a bit, and release lost footage and then….. Reappear again.- Right?! That’s how it all works I’m sure of it.
I have to say they are my favorite band for many reasons but really one of the biggest reasons is the fact that they seem like stand up guys who aren’t just snorting coke behind stage. Drugs are bad by the way. For this fact alone I reject many, many things from the 60’s and 70’s. That’s a different story though.
After watching these two new videos I’ve decided that I’m going to write Mumford and Sons a letter, a fan letter, a fan girl letter. Well, maybe not fan girl, maybe just a thank you note. Why? Because art and artists should be thanked, in my opinion. Sure they have millions or billions of fans and get millions of requests and thankful thoughts and well wishes BUT they haven’t gotten mine yet. And if they read it or some intern does it doesn’t matter. I haven’t exactly decided what my prose or tone will be or if I will use pink or red ink to fill in my X’s and O’s but 1 goal this summer is to send in this letter.
Have you ever sent a fan letter? I haven’t because even when I was little I thought that my thanks’ would be lost and never read. I thought it was just not important enough to be sent. I’ve changed my mind about that and think that we/I just need to send our/my thanks, our thoughts and our love out. Out to people or out to the world and see what comes back because if we just keep all of that in our hearts or heads what good does that do anyone?
So, whether my letter gets read or stuck in a mailbox in the UK I’m sending it out there for whoever wants it. It’s really for all the letters I never wrote to Leonardo DiCaprio or Kate Winslet or the Titanic movie in general, the letters never mailed to Nicolas Cage for City of Angles and to Meg Ryan for just being Meg Ryan. It’s for the letters I felt were stupid to send to Margaret Thatcher and J.K. Rowling and the letters I could never send to Amelia Earhart, Jane Austen and Sylvia Plath.
From now on I won’t diminish my own thoughts and feel like no one will care about what I think or will reject my ‘thanks’ and I have Mumford and Sons or should I say the Gentlemen of the Road to partially thank for that. Art should get its proper thanks for how it moves us and for how it changes us.
Courage is a funny thing. It’s scary and brave at the same time.
Normally I like to feel one emotion at a time and often reject to feeling two, especially two that are so opposing. While I sat with both of these feelings early this morning I realized that as different as they are, they are also the same and I understood the fact that I don’t think I could have one without the other. It dawned on me that… that everyone felt both scared and brave when acting on courage they were just more comfortable with holding both opposing feelings, it almost spurred them on. While for me, up until this point the two feelings tore me apart.
It’s weird to suddenly embrace feelings you’ve tried to push away for so long, I thought to myself ‘does this mean my whole life I’ve been trying to be have courage and my mind rejected it’ did I shut my own self down when my intuition was telling me something else because I couldn’t cope with two opposing feelings?
A little overwhelming isn’t it? I’m glad I had this moment of brightness and realization today because I do feel I’ll need all the courage I can muster up to be and become me and live the life I want and I honestly think that’s true for everyone. It’s cool though because once I embraced feeling scared it sort of went away and turned into hope and excitement.
“But no one except Lucy knew that as it circled the mast it had whispered to her, “Courage, dear heart,” and the voice, she felt sure, was Aslan’s, and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face.”― C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
I was reminded of this quote from C.S. Lewis, I love it and most people know the part that says ‘Courage, dear heart’ but I love that he ends it all with “and with the voice a delicious smell breathed in her face”. I think it was the smell of freedom and empowerment. Sometimes we just have to breath, trust, let go and… let life happen and that must be the sweetest smell of all.