Hand-painted Tea Cups & Lace

My writing is not the best. I will be the first to admit this fact. However, I love to write. When my thoughts are put to paper, or in the case the white text box on my computer screen, I feel that they come across slightly more clear than they would via speech. First off, one of the sounds that I enjoy the most is the sound of a piano playing. When said piano is accompanied by two beautiful voices that harmonize perfectly, I am at peace. The 'Once' soundtrack is softly spouting out notes in the background and I am at peace... for the most part.

Today is Christmas Day, 2010. It was joyful and family-filled. Smiles all around and delicious food filled my belly up to the point of no return. I embraced my food coma and relaxed at my grandmother's kitchen table. However, the car ride home, after I left my Dad's house, I will filled with sadness. Holidays are always a slightly more difficult time for me since my parents' divorce. Christmas Eve after Mass I had invited my Dad over for a Christmas Eve dinner. As the four of us sat at the table and devoured our grilled bacon-wrapped filets, I was reminded of my childhood. The days when the four of us used to have dinner together, more often than just a few times per year, which is what it has come to in the past 7 years. Wow. I cannot believe that it has been 7 years. Technically, it is 7.5 years... 8 years will be the summer of 2011. It's hard to have to choose which parent you want to celebrate a holiday such as Christmas with. All the more reason that when my day comes to be married to a man, I will be completely confident that my marriage will be til death do us part. In the past 7 years I have been a part of many relationships. Some extremely short, and less than a handful that were long-term. Some came and went, others I couldn't seem to keep away. Most left broken-hearted because I knew they weren't the one... others tore me apart more than I ever thought could happen. Each relationship has turned me into a stronger person than I had been before. Each lesson learned, changing me ever so slightly, or greatly... yet now, I am the person I was born to be.

I strive each day to live more for God. I strive each day to live for myself too... A strong individual. Faith seeker. Family oriented. I aim to be true to myself no matter how crazy or weird I may appear to be. I will wear the clothes that express my individuality. I will listen to the music that speaks to my soul. I will write the lyrics that make up my life experiences. I will fill my home with eclectic pieces that will form a warm escape from reality.

I'd describe myself as... a hippie, indie Austinite who has a passion for art, music, love, hope, dreams, beliefs, colors, patterns, architecture, photography, hand-painted tea cups, antiques, sports, the ocean, mountains, nature, freshly cut flowers, baking, lace, sunshine, books, hammocks, blankets, picnics, films from the 40s, improv comedy, running, traveling...

"If you want me, satisfy me..."

"When your mind's made up, when your mind's made up

There's no point trying to change it

When your mind's made up, when your mind's made up

There's no point trying to stop it."

I am... in love.

A part of me wants it all

A part of me wants to fall

A part of me knows

you're the one.

Before you swept me off my feet

Life was never so sweet

Bitter and dark was my heart

Torn and broken completely apart.

A part of me wants it all

A part of me wants to fall

A part of me knows

He's the one.

Spending nights awake

on the phone

You make me laugh

When we're all alone.

xxxxx

Two bodies embrace

Two hearts wildly race

side by side, blind leading the blind

Blissful moments fill our lips

Fingers intertwined

Oh darling don't you know

I yearn for your gaze

Distance, not for long

Two souls collide and reunite

Who knew we'd meet again?