Under Your Nose


We’ve all heard the saying before. Something that should be obvious to us is “right under our nose” yet we painstakingly search for eons to find a complicated answer to a simple question.

I am one of those people.

I was in search of something that was there all along. And that is love.

I believe love is the greatest human endeavor. Each person wants to know they are unforgettable to someone on this massive sphere.

It seems we’ve confused love for a lightheaded feeling that causes a constant state of euphoria. That simply isn’t true.

Love is a constant. Not a fleeting emotion. It can be a noun, verb or adjective. It doesn’t take root in a person’s soul then decidedly flit away for lack of convenience.

Love is a decision. It’s a promise to be there no matter the feeling.

It doesn’t have to be romantic. The best forms of love come from unexpected and small places.

Love is empowering. It is a soft bed for a weary worried traveler. It catches tears and pieces hearts back together.

Love is sacrifice. It remains the same even when the apple of its eye walks away. It does not bark harsh words or scratch its way back to where it was. It wishes happiness for those close to it. Even if that means personal hurt.

Love is endless. It transcends all borders and restraints. It doesn’t stop at the grave. It lives on beyond time and space.

And I have it. I can give it.

So I will.

Stay ever so amazing.

Loads of Love,


Teeny Things


I don’t know why, but miniscule things give me the warm fuzzies. Tiny flowers that grow in the cracks of the sidewalk or little voices coming from children asking questions.

Perhaps it’s the possibilities these tiny things hold. Maybe I’ve got a “Horton” syndrome that blurs my vision. But I must agree that a person is indeed a person, no matter how small.

Have a lovely day and stay equally as lovely.

Loads of Love,

Mystery Man


Today I visited one of my favorite antique stores for the first time in months. As I was perusing the store a small dirty box caught my eye. I proceeded to rummage around and I found this photograph of a young mystery man. There were no names or dates on the back to tell me anything about him.

Honestly it made me feel sad. Why would someone’s portrait be in a dirty old box in a random corner of an antique store?

Maybe it was because in a sense I felt a lot like that photograph. Alone and nameless in a big world.

So I decided I had to adopt him. He just has a good look to him that I can’t describe. And I think I’ll call him Joseph because he has undoubtedly went through many trials and hardships in his day.

(Perhaps the man at the register thought I was a morbid person. He had an odd look on his face as he rung up the single photo and put it in a tiny bag.)

I wish I knew his real name and his story, but as of now all I can do is make sure he is taken care of.

Maybe I’ll put him up so people can see him where I work. Who needs pictures of beach weddings or children when you have Joseph?

Have a fabulous one wherever you are and stay ever so amazing.

Loads of Love,

Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge

Today when I went in to the magical world of WordPress, I noticed that I was given the Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge by the lovely and ever so talented Miss NaturallyDreamy. So thank you ma’am for the ever so challenging opportunity to broaden my vocabulary and for practically eliminating any opportunity to use the word “the.” I never realized how hard it would be until I began writing! I almost broke out in cold sweats.

Not really. But it did add to the overall drama of the situation. At least I think it did.

Anyway, without further ado, I give you my submission to the Allergic to ‘E’ Challenge.

(And I will leave the challenge open for any blogger or writer crazy confident enough to do so! Have at it my dauntless friends!)




My ribs jolt with sporadic vigor as wings fly unbound through a gaping sky. My mind throbs with racing thoughts and startling passion.

I am flying!

I look across sunny grounds and brown tints that hug a mountainous plot. So far away it looks as my wings pull at burly winds and gusts. Air folds across my body in a soft but strong might, bringing back to mind that an unbound thing can both grant and impart such joy.

Such a vision I in no way could fathom! Bliss is in my mind and my spirit. Birds join my joyful song as grass and mountains fall away from sight. Now I know why birds sing!

Downy wings that look so soft can gift such might to a curious body and a nomadic soul. No aspiration could touch what I distinguish in my foundation.

All is tranquil in pallid clouds drawn with light. Could a lyricist find any words to paint a portrait as grand as this? Warmth from an almighty sun falls on my small skull and prompts thoughts of adoration and admiration.

I am stuck on him. And I think such opinions grow mutual.

I can’t impart his gift. It is far too big a gap.

But I think Sun is alright with it.

So I go floating on by.

Wind pulling my worry away.

Stay ever so amazing!

Loads of Love,



Brave Face


I suppose the point of a brave face is to make everyone else feel like I have everything under control. People like that, right?

So how does it work? I know I’m scared. I feel small and put of place but I refuse to give up just because I’m uncomfortable.

I suppose I’ll adapt and grow used to the idea. Life goes in phases I’m told. This one will be over before I know it and I refuse to regret or dread any second of it.

Yes, I’m scared.

Yes, I feel alone.

But I will evolve and I will survive.

I can do it.

This is my brave face.

Loads of Love,

Behold, The INFP


Well ladies and gents, I have “evolved” yet again. For a few months now I have gathered information on the topic of MBTI to gain knowledge about myself and who I am. For quite some time I had tested as an INFJ, but it turns out I am not.

I am actually an INFP.

Let me start off by saying that I am sorry for the confusion and I intend to keep my previous INFJ posts on my blog just because.  Granted they are not perfectly INFJ, but they have a central theme of introversion and what not.

When I first thought that I was an INFP I was a little frazzled at the idea. I don’t really know why, considering MBTI is merely a visual tool to help people get a better insight of the rough outline of the human personality. One type is no better or worse than the rest.

MBTI just lets us define what and how we feel or think and why we feel or think it.

I believe the reason that I have tested for years as an INFJ is because I have only a slight preference for perceiving over judging. Depending on the test I could fall in either category. But after reading more on INFP behavior and thoughts I believe it is a better fit.

Honestly the transition doesn’t bother me as much, but I still feel as if I’ve been dishonest. Please forgive me for the miscommunication. I reassure you it was not meant for harm, rather a lack of knowledge.

Well then. That was enlightening!

Have a wonderful one wherever you are! And stay ever so amazing.

Loads of Love,



The Spirit of Lady Grantham


There are days when I wake up that I feel like gracing everyone in my vicinity with an open and gracious smile coupled with a cheery greeting. The birds are chirping, the air is crisp and all is right in the world.

Then there are other days when my sassy inner Lady Grantham pops out of her shell to sprinkle sarcasm and snide comments wherever she goes.

Not saying that’s a bad thing, but sometimes my little Lady Grantham should bite her tongue and keep the comments to a minimum.

That’s the good thing about being an introvert. You are already so used to being more on the quiet side that you usually don’t comment unless it is necessary. And when it is a necessity to speak out it’s quite fun to watch people smile in amusement when you say something witty.

I believe Lady Grantham could be my spirit animal…

Have a lovely one and stay ever so amazing!

Loads of Love,

Hello, Dolly!

Well ladies and gents, the other day something quite magical happened. And by magical I mean I spent a significant chunk of my meager pay check to fund one of my wild and quite satisfying dreams.

I bought a camera.

Not just any old camera. A Nikon D3200.

I usually buy what I call “camera carcasses” (in other words old cameras that either don’t work or they don’t have all of their pieces and must be painstakingly put back together again) so this is a huge deal.

I have been dreaming of owning my own fully functional camera for a while now and I am very pleased to say that dreams do come true!

I have decided to call her Dolly after the old Louis Armstrong song “Hello, Dolly.”

I bet you saw that coming, didn’t you?

So to celebrate the occasion and to warm up my beginner photography skills, here are a few snaps I captured in the past few days.


This is the view from my porch this evening after a steady rain shower. Lately everything has been rather dry, so I am incredibly grateful for the rain we’ve been getting. I never have understood why people complain about the rain. It’s such a beautiful force that helps create and sustain life. What could be annoying or silly about that?


I love being able to see a bird’s nest when I have a camera on hand. This little bird box is home to a adorable little family who happens to have a friendly spider as a neighbor.


My Mom and I drove down this beautiful little road in pursuit of the perfect photographic moment. I had her stop the car at least fifty times just to take a few seconds worth of pictures. This would have frustrated any normal human being but not my Mom. She knows that when opportunity raises his beautiful head to take full advantage of it. Even if that means jerking to a full stop at the most random of moments.


The beautiful thing about this road was that it was covered in white petals that had fallen from the vines above. Any time I think of that road I think peaceful thoughts.

I hope you all have had a wonderful day! Stay ever so amazing and what not.

Loads of Love,