SAD also known as Seasonal Affective Disorder. Also known as winter depression, winter blues, summer depression, summer blues. After about a year and a half of college, and 19 years of life experience, I have come to the conclusion that I have RAD.
Rain Affective Disorder.

   I become completely fulled with joy, peace, and downright giddiness whenever it rains. Oh, the gentle sound of pitter patter on the window. The delicious smells of the city when it is covered in damp rainfall. Wearing my purple rain boots, safely warm as I am covered by an umbrella. While I thought this was just a childish fad, the feelings only seem to grow as I age.

   Take me to Seattle please.

   For now I shall settle for my current home, Minneapolis. After a super busy morning, I treated myself to a delicious cup of white bean and kale vegan soup at a coffee shop down the street. 

   While working on Psych homework, I became overcome with a wave of complete happiness. I admit it might have been mostly because of the downpour going on outside, but I realized that this is exactly what I wanted. What I pictured my life to be when I decided to move 7 hours away from everything I knew and loved. 

   Thanks God. Thanks for taking care of me.

wonderful wednesday night i-wish-it-was-raining-again song

"Bittersweet October.
The mellow, messy, leaf-kicking, perfect pause
between the opposing miseries of summer and winter."

:: Carol Bishop Hipps

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a slice of peace into your life

if i lived in a perfect world...

it would be a balmy 60 degrees every night.

acne would be viewed as a positive thing. like freckles.

to cure the tuesday blues, coffee shops would provide coffee for free.

red velvet cake would stimulate the metabolism, causing one to loose weight.

time would move slower.

Someone stole your seat? No problem! Use a skateboard.

I live in such a hipster city.

Gate to the Shire

I stumbled upon this mysterious piece of architecture the other day when I was hiking with my Irishman:

About five feet high, this archway was moth mysterious as well as inviting. The cobblestone "street" says, Come on over! However, the lack of light and intense darkness says otherwise. My Irishman got about 500 feet into it, but standing at 6"7 he decided to turn back for this pathway was obviously invented for Hobbits.


It is so interesting to me! Who would build this hidden on the bank of a river? Where does it lead to? Did people actually use it? Are there animals lurking in it now? Maybe once I gather the courage for an intense adventure, I will buy some of those coal miner helmet/light combos, and make my way into the unknown portal.

someday i'll be able to call myself a musician... today is not that day.

the hardest part about playing ukulele is not the chords or strumming
(thanks for only having four strings uke, i appreciate that),
but the fact of singing as well as playing.

it's difficult!

no human with a soul would listen to a uke song and NOT want to sing along.
it's part of the ukulele's magical powers, which i am attempting to harness.

(key word: attempting.)

but, if he can do it.. THEN SO CAN I!

inspiration

My Spring Break

Acuna, Mexico

poverty

construction

fellowship

amigos

Jesus

Psalms 127:

"Unless the LORD builds the house,
   the builders labor in vain.
Unless the LORD watches over the city,
   the guards stand watch in vain.
 

In vain you rise early
   and stay up late,
toiling for food to eat—
   for he grants sleep to those he loves."