i hope you enjoy this.
almost as much as much as i did while making it.
but most of all,
i hope this makes you want to dance.

i want to feel the sunlight on my face

i see the dust clouds disappear 

without a trace

i want to take shelter from the poison rain

where the streets have no name

happy thursday! {ed. 11}

 current female crush:

rose byrne.

she is just so completely stylish, classy and downright pretty. plus she is funny (has anyone seen bridesmaids?!) every girl can't help but be slightly envious! plus i am really wanting her hair right about now....

current male crush:

mat kearney.

i feel like saying "current male crush" is misleading. he is constantly my male crush, but i just think it would be bizarre for him to be featured here every week! i could go on and on and on about him, but i think you should find out for yourself as to why this man is a demigod. listen to his music, see him live and proceed to fall in love.

current quote:

"i am not afraid of storms, for i am learning how to sail my ship."

-- louisa may alcott 

current tune:

ho hey- the lumineers

i can't listen to this song and not smile. this video makes me just as happy! i'm glad it isn't one of those songs where the video completely ruins the beauty of the song. enjoy, just as i have been doing for the past three days :)

current obsession:

the met website.

i could spend hours searching this website. this piece is so fascinating. the handiwork and details are just amazing. i hope to one day see it in person!

let's plan a trip to the met, yeah?

happy thursday!

alive after five

in downtown boise every wednesday is something called alive after five.
music just the way i like it,
people dancing like no one is watching,
and good,
no great, pizza.

in the middle of watching the black lilies,
who were the perfect combination of bluegrass and soft rock,
might i add,
a fine gentleman caught my eye,
and it soon became apparent that i had done the same for him.
so as each song passed the gazes became longer,
and the tension increased.

as the john mayer look-a-like walked away it suddenly dawned on me;
i'm quite exhausted of the initiatory games that go along with flirting.
the whole, "i'm going to glance and smile and so are you but we both won't say anything." deal.
because really,
i knew nothing would ever come from gazing at john mayer look-a-like.
but i did it regardless,
and by doing so walked away feeling sad that no words were exchanged.
it is form of torture that instills copious amounts of hope,
and frankly i am tired of being a masochist.

what happened to the ones who make the first move?
who can pick-up on when a female is interested?
who make you feel as you should,
a feminine, darling of a woman who deserves to be chased?

oh that's right,
i know where those kind of fellas are.
sadly they are out of commission for a short-while.
until then,
i will be stuck in this awkward, limbo stage.
wish me luck,
i'm going to need it.

reminder

"and God blessed the seventh day,
and sanctified it:
because that in it He had rested
from all His work
which God created and made."


i couldn't help but feel the love that He has for me today.
the sabbath is so special,
it is my wish to try and make each day as spiritual as the sabbath.
for i know that my Savior created this beautiful world for me to roam,
to take care of,
to dissect,
to question,
to photograph,
and draw,
to dance on,
and to create many miracles upon.

i sit in humble admiration of the healing powers that this day has upon faithful believers.
it's a reminder for the upcoming week,
one of love,
encouragement,
and repentance.

play me like an instrument, Father.
play songs that give you glory,
as they declare your tender mercies,
in sweet symphony.

i will not doubt, i will not fear;
God's love and strength are always near.
His promised gift helps me to find
an inner strength and peace of mind.
i give the Father willingly
my trust, my prayers, humility.
His Spirit guides; His love assures
that fear departs when faith endures.

january 6th

i should have known everything would have changed when we met at that crosswalk.
it was just too picturesque. too fit to be in a romantic comedy.
all of our roommates chatting away, you and i, the lone wanderers falling behind noise.
laughing at the where i'm from. me gasping at where you were serving your mission.
me forgetting to call you.
you surpassing my expectations, somehow getting my number.
i just knew.

call me sentimental. over-emotional. silly. hopeless.
but i miss it all.

stopping by before curfew to drop off a picture of your good-side,
you laughing mercilessly at the fact it was a picture of the back of your head.
sitting by the fire on that first date.
your face when i told you about my color-association disorder.
you then asking me what color you name was. what color my name was. what color everything was.
calling randomly to see that swedish film that we both loved.
watching it,
i looked at you, and the realization dawned upon me that i could get used to this.
that man who said "she's italian, eh? they're feisty, but man they are downright gorgeous."
you, with a nod of affirmation, saying "yes, they sure are." then smiling at me.
me ranting and raving over swedish brownies,
green with envy that you get to eat them for the next two years.
arguing about which country made the better meatballs.
sitting on the couch, drinking, nay, eating, vanilla malts.
having dance parties with my roommates.
showing each other inventive music videos. each one topping the other.
having ping pong tournaments with the gang.
you laughing at me when i would throw the paddle across the room and declare i was done playing.
those starbursts. only writing on my favorite color,
you remembered everything.
watching youtube videos until you had to leave.
trying to teach me to ice skate. then realizing it would be a whole lot easier to just hold my hand.
being my dancing twin,
no one else can seem to match my elongated moves of fury.
sitting in the dark actually listening to music.
seeing late night movies against your will that you ended up enjoying.
being a better bowler than everyone in the group.
sitting over my shoulder as i played temple run on your ipad,
laughing at me when i shrieked with joy.
making your mom's soup for me after devotional.
leaving me notes by the door, teaching me slowly that texting isn't the only thing that matters.

i'll see you soon enough,
maybe we'll meet in chicago?
you know, because you love that city so dearly.
and because that was the song that was playing when you packed everything up from felt hall.
maybe in your next letter you'll send a ray of that scandinavian sun?