Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Looking for decorating inspiration

I am dreaming of my ideal bedroom hideaway. Here are a few of my favorites. I envision my room to be cozy, beautiful and simple vintage inspired goodness.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Spring is Here!

I am so inspired by the onset of spring. I love the warmth after it has been such a cold winter and wet and rainy. Ready to feel the warmth of the earth on my feet and have the sun beat down on my shoulders. Even though today is a cloudy day I am still looking to Mother Nature for inspiration.  I have been searching for new inspiration for my life lately and today I thought I would go to one of my favorite spots for inspiration: Half-Price Books. I love to just go browse among the shelves and get lost in the titles and the beauty of books.  I love the smell and feel of the book in my hand. The artwork feeds my senses and  I am immediately inspired.  A book can take you anywhere you want to go, you can become, vicariously through the author, whoever you want to be. You can learn things, experience a different life, if even for a moment.  So as we have ushered in Spring once again, I am thinking of spring cleaning and decorating and naturally need inspiration from books for that.  That will be my goal of this bookshop trip.  I am looking ahead to think about decorating my new bookshelves so maybe if something catches my eye I can get it for that. So much fun and bliss! So nice to know I am so easy to please : ) I will post again to share what I found.  

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

The mask is gone
the end of delusion
the mask of pretension
exists no more

I am just as real as you
I have pain, I have just been numb
Finally alive to myself
I ask myself who am I
Who do I want to be

It hurts too bad
but I must allow myself to feel
no longer can I be numb
to the delusion of who I thought I was

No longer desiring to just exist
Wanting something more
of my meager existence

Stripping off all the pretense
leaves me feeling naked and vulnerable
the pain and anguish
screams out from my veins