Sunday, December 31, 2017

New Year Goals 2018 Edition

 I don't want to make goals that are not reachable below are some goals that I plan to do for 2018 they are not in any specific order

  1.  Relearn my Ukulele
  2.  Master my camera I haven't picked up a camera in 3 years...  Loving my new Nikon (check out my latest photos here
  3. Snowball debt 
  4.  Say yes more 
  5.  Keep with my therapy 
  6. work on my personal photography project so that I can submit some work
  7.  Say no to things I don't want to do 
  8. read more!! less TV
  9. work on my nonprofit idea
  10.  Be less mad at everyone-life

Vegan Products

Rainer Maria Rilke

Glitter in the New Year

Monday, December 25, 2017

12th Day of Christmas /12 Days of Christmas

Sunday, December 24, 2017

11th Day of Christmas /12 Days of Christmas

Saturday, December 23, 2017

A Very Hygge Christmas

Friday, December 22, 2017

9th Day of Christmas /12 Days of Christmas

Thursday, December 21, 2017

Winter Solstice 2017

My husband introduced me to Winter Solstice the year we got married I thought it was the oddest thing his family would go out in the front yard with bells and bang on pots and pants. This I was told was to wake the trees. The Trees started falling asleep on the autumnal equinox,. That's why their leaves turn and fall. On the Winter Solstice we ring bells to start them waking, so they'll be awake by spring to put out their new leaves.  

To Winter
William Blake

O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors:
The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark
Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs
Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.

He hears me not, but o’er the yawning deep
Rides heavy; his storms are unchain’d, sheathed
In ribbed steel; I dare not lift mine eyes;
For he hath rear’d his scepter o’er the world.

Lo! now the direful monster, whose skin clings
To his strong bones, strides o’er the groaning rocks:
He withers all in silence, and in his hand
Unclothes the earth, and freezes up frail life.

He takes his seat upon the cliffs, the mariner
Cries in vain. Poor little wretch! that deal’st
With storms; till heaven smiles, and the monster
Is driven yelling to his caves beneath Mount Hecla.

8th Day of Christmas /12 Days of Christmas