Sunday, February 28, 2016

Bonus: Sunday's Finest Secret

I'm an avid PostSecret follower. Almost every Sunday since high school I've check the newest secrets posted.

I came across this secret today and just really wanted to save it because I love it so much.

Sunday's Finest

I normally try to post three of my favorite quips, quotes, and words I've read throughout the week. I stumbled upon this quote this week. I haven't read the book in which it's from, but have read other books by the author in high school such as Esperanza Rising. This piece really stood out to me throughout the week and I debated finding more, but I think it holds enough space to stand alone this week.

This week's Sunday's Finest:

"My mother says when I get older my dusty hair will settle and my blouse will learn to stay clean, but I have decided not to grow up tame like the others who lay their necks on the threshold waiting for the ball and chain.

In the movies there is always one with red red lips who is beautiful and cruel. She is the one who drives the men crazy and laughs them all away. Her power is her own. She will not give it away.

I have begun my own quiet war. Simple. Sure. I am one who leaves the table like a man, without putting back the chair or picking up the plate."
- Sandra Cisneros The House on Mango Street.

Friday, February 26, 2016

Journal Scribbles

Just a little scribbly scribble I wrote down one late night.

© All writing and photos are original content unless otherwise credited & cited. All content is not to be copied without permission of the author. 

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Travel Tale Tuesday: Photos from Nandi Hills outside of Bangalore, India

Happy Tuesday! The weather is so beautiful here in Boise, Idaho. It's sunny, and without the breeze, it's quite warm. Odd weather for February but it's beautiful!

I'm feeling a little under the weather, despite all sunshine here! So for today I only have some photos from an amazing hike I took. The place is known as Nandi Hills. Nandi is the mounted bull that pulls the chariot of Lord Shiva, the gatekeeper of him and his wife Pavarti. The bull is a great guru (teacher) of many Indian masters and is seen as a strong, noble, and respectable animal in Indian culture and religion for many reasons. 

My friend who took me on this hike told me all of this as we climbed the top. It was early on in my trip when this excursion took place, but I saw many of the stories of Nandi that I began to hear and read about come to life during my travels through the country. 

Words nor images can explain the vast sphere of space that opens up before the eyes as the top of the mountain is reached. The area around the hills is very flat, desolate and barren. After sitting for about two hours on the back of a scooter while driving through the middle of the night on the highway the sight of the hills in the distance is impossible to miss. 

Four or five massive smoldering mounds protrude out of the floor of the deserted earth. One very windy, very steep, very narrow road leads only halfway to the top. As the road elevates trees, caves, and streams lay off to the side as if the hills are the only place worth living if you were a wild animal. The monkey's sure seemed to enjoy it, as well as stealing snacks and goodies from naive visitors. 

If the plan is successful, if the time is right, and the last half of the hills are hiked with haste in your step, the summit echoes out onto a vast valley that is quite and cool with the morning sun - still below the horizon - beginning to warm the dew and wake the villages below. 

If the time is right, you'll find yourself there and see what I'm trying to say. 

Sunday, February 21, 2016

Sunday's Finest

The lunar New Year Monday February 8th. Cultures from all around the world still follow and recognize the lunar calendar. The night is just as necessary as the dawn. I personally coincide and harmonize with the lunar calendar, most women do if they begin to pay attention to their own cycles they go through.

It's been a slow start to my new year. But I think that's better than taking off, gates open, feet running on the ground. Slow and steady doesn't always win the race, however, resting and building up energy before the race is always a good idea.

Tomorrow is the first full moon of the lunar new year and this is Sunday's Finest from the week.

“So that’s your first task this year—whatever you’ve created during the last two years, treat it now like precious tinder; protect it and blow on it very gently to nudge it into a nice steady flame; feed it with long burning fuel that will last." - Narrye Caldwell. Chinese Astrologer and Doctor of Chinese Medicine via Mysticmamma

“Ultimately, our vision changes when it’s brought into reality. Sometimes we have to surrender, to let go of the image we had in our minds in order to make it manifest. This doesn’t mean giving up on dreams however, this is about recognizing how the dream is just a guide.”
- Leah Whitehorse of Lua Astrology via Mysticmamma

"There were many, many fine reasons not to go, but attempting to climb Everest in an intrinsically irrational act - a triumph of desire over sensibility. Any person who would seriously consider it is almost by definition beyond the sway of reasoned argument." -
Jon Krakauer Into Thin Air. 

Friday, February 19, 2016

Honey Over Warm Fruit

If I were to ever write a love story this is probably how the opening page would sound:

Her fingertips began to quiver as her neck tightened around her throat. She took a slow deep breath counting it off with closed eyes. Opening them she uttered, "Bear with me, I get incredibly nervous speaking in front of people."

When she swallowed it was like she was pulling her fear down her throat and holding it into submission. While her cheeks and were rosy and flustered with the angst inside but she kept that quirky tinge of a smirk the whole time. Her book opened with ease and it rested on the podium. I could tell that the book must have been fanatically read by the fact she didn’t have to hold it open. It fell open, as books should. She took a deep inhale and looked up at the room for the slightest of a second and quickly returned to her page. It wasn’t that she was shy or timid; her posture was too good for those kinds of insecurities. Firm on both feet, demeanor stern, her overworn muddy boots her bearings to the the ground. She looked as if the weight of the room rested upon her like newborn kittens depend upon their mother for milk. How aware of this weight she was, I can’t say. But I can say that the first word was the hardest for her to get out, but once she started the rest flowed like honey over warm fruit.

© All writing and photos are original content unless otherwise credited & cited. All content is not to be copied without permission of the author

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Travel Tale Tuesday: Coming Up With Something

I full heartedly intended to write this post last night but then I decided to go out to dinner instead. Then the yawn's kicked in mid post after dinner movie. If I'm going to 100% honest I also still have no idea what I'm going to say.
It's now 3:07 PM. This was suppose to have been published at 7am. I've always been an amazing procrastinator. I've told myself I work better under pressure in order to condone my severe 'but it's so nice outside' excuses. Here's the truth, yeah I just got lazy and postponed my own deadline. But that's what's amazing about doing things for yourself and on your own. I'm my own boss. "I'm my own boss." Say it.

I'm now giving myself around two hours to dedicate to only my second edition of Tuesday's Travel. Commitment just ain't my thing, I'm working on it.

So here is what I came up with....

Sunday, February 14, 2016

Sunday's Finest

It's been a long week in middle of nowhere Misery, USA. Oh, I mean Missouri. My cousin graduated from Army boot-camp and shipped out to Hawaii. I'd never been to Missouri before and I can honestly say I don't know if I'll ever go out of my way to go back. Talk about flat, lolling hill, more flat, and some trees. It seemed tense, like a stark curtain hung between everyone and others outside of their immediate groups. But hey, always go anywhere once.

I spent most of my time reading this really great new novel by David Joy called Where All Light Tends To Go. Set in the rural North Carolina mountains about an outlaw family. It's a really great read and I recommend it. Go buy it HERE.

This weeks Sunday's Finest all come from Where All Light Tends To Go. 
Enjoy your Sunday with a great book and a warm cup of tea.

"The biggest difference between her and other dreamers was that she was determined enough and smart enough to will it into existence. It had always been obvious she [Maggie] was only passing through." 

"There's never been anything keeping you here but you." 

"She'd always been something slippery that I never could seem to grasp, something buried deep inside her that never let anything outside of herself decide what she would become. I'd always loved that about her. I'd always love her." 

Friday, February 12, 2016

The Woman Who Entered the Room

She entered the room as if she had something urgent to say. The glass inside the window pane of the rusted red wooden door slammed behind her, rattling inside the frame, coming close to the point of shattering into pieces. The movement of the window echoed the vibration of her skeleton and beat of her heart. She stumbled over the lining of her dress - once laden with lace, blue hued pearls, and sheen white satin underlining - tearing the end of it even more than it had been. Her eyes did not move from the man in the room she had come to murder. The drums that had been beating in the background from the first and previous night of their meeting beat steadily on inside her head as she marched towards him.
Her face was smeared with mud on top of a face dried up with tears and sunshine. The closer she came the red hue of the mud showed its true nature and origin. There was neither judgement nor pleasure as she approached him.  As she did he took the top hat from atop his head and held it over his heart as his eyes gaped open an pulled back deep and tightly in his sockets. It’s hard to say if he truly understood the predicament he had put himself into. Not a whisper left his lips before he felt the cool round bullet that penetrated his chest, go through his lungs, and out his left shoulder. The sound of shattering bone fell silent and crude on the room of men circling the table from where they had been playing a heavy hand of poker. He fell out of his chair and thudded hard against it feeling the shoulder blade that had broken out of his back before realizing he was in his resting place. As he lay there on the ground and felt the coldness of winter winds through the wooden floorboards beneath him seep up from underneath the basement he could hear the sound of his sons being shot down next to him, one, by, one.
The blood from his wound was the only thing that brought warmth in those last minutes. And in those last seconds he saw the torn and dirtied ramshackled lining of her skirt. She lifted her skirt exposing her laced up black heeled boots of a witch and set the foot of it over his neck. Aiming the barrel of the gun down at him with a smirk, she cocked back on the 10mm pinfire revolver her father gave her and let out a slight chuckle... giving the man what she intended to deliver...

Willy Tea Taylor - Molly Rose

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

Travel Tale Tuesday: Passing Through Airports at 10,000 Miles High

This is going to be a travel blog. This is going to be a blog about traveling. This is going to be a blog about women traveling. This is going to be a blog about women traveling solo. This is a blog about a solo woman traveling through.

This is the first of a weekly series I call TRAVEL TUESDAYS. All about where I'm traveling, where I want to travel too, tips, tricks, stories, photography, articles, books, and whatever else seems fit.

So without further ado coming to you from 10,000 ft above sea level welcome to Tuesday's Travel.

Sunday, February 7, 2016

Sunday's Finest

I've been really busy this week; house sitting, working, trying to get into my tattoo shop to finish my sleeve, walking my dog, watching season 6 of Sex & the City,  dance practice, remembering to stretch, getting ready to go to Missouri with my family for five days. You get the picture.

However despite how stressed out I am about spending five days in the middle of Misery USA, maintaining my life, and keeping tabs on Carrie Bradshaw's life I am pleased to say that the blog is coming along. Though it might be a slow process it is a nice one.

So to anyone that reads this please be patient. Come back, support, and share or whatever else.

Here is the second edition of Sunday's Finest from me, to you.

"Be yourself unapologetically. Be a good person. Be giving. Be sensitive. Be humble. Listen. Be generous. Assert yourself, but with humor." - Jon Batiste (Deep Life Quotes) Check out Batiste's music HERE

“As one world dies, another is born. As one Age of the world passes away, a new Age is being born in secret places of the heart…” - Cathy Pagano (Wisdom of Astrology) via Mysticmamma

“He pulled out turned west and started driving towards the glow it was thousands of miles away, he started driving towards the glow.”
- James Frey Bright Shiny Morning 

Have the very best Sunday you possibly can try to have.

Saturday, February 6, 2016