Saturday Moments: It All Comes With Age.

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Well, I’ve definitely been a bit MIA this week.  It started off okay I suppose, besides being sick.  Then my mother called me about my father’s health. She is one of those people that overreacts in all situations- it really doesn’t matter the context.  “They got your coffee order wrong, what?!” “You aren’t feeling wonderful, what?!” “You prefer your tea with milk, what?!” “You didn’t put your blinker on during your turn, ah!” Are you feeling her inner-spazz?

In many situations I just have to have patience with her and take her energy for what it is.  So, when she began to overreact about my father having to schedule a doctor’s appointment the next day, I stayed completely calm.  She, of course, didn’t hesitate to throw around the “C” word (i.e. cancer), but I still stayed calm. However, it did began to creep up on me that my parents are both well past their 50s.  My father is actually about to turn 73 the 10th of this month.

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To get to the center, my father is since okay as for now. As I thought, my mother did overract, but what did come out of the moment was that my parents are both getting older.  Perhaps because they had me at a later age, it has become a natural thought lately for me to think my time with them it a bit more precious than most people my age do at this point. I mean, I try to pull out the positive in just about any situation, but I think at some point the reality (hint, the core of my blog’s purpose) of life does take a hold of us. And sometimes it can be a bit scary.

In all honesty, the relationship I have with my parents at the moment could definitely use some brighter colors (probably always has.) For a number of different reasons, but as for now, I’m really trying to find a path of peace with this topic.  No matter what issues surround any relationship in our life, I’m starting to realize to begin with pointing out why they mattered so much in the first place.  It helps to center yourself, and to find a path of reconnection with those people.  Even if things aren’t so wonderful with certain people in our lives, remember the energy you gave- that’s all that matters after all.

I guess our ‘end’, it’s apart of life, it’s inevitable, and one of the many things we will deal with.  The universe has a beautiful way of showing us this because we have a chance to evaluate what matters and what we give back in return.  I suppose we just have to trust life will be brighter if we embrace a bit of reality and savor some of the truths that come with life.

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So yet another slight moment of growing and learning. Life is a magical thing, it truly is.  This week was definitely me re-remembering and consciously remaining humbled by how life throws us curveballs right on time.  Cheers to trying a bit more with (my parents) the people we love.

xo, til’ next loves.

Tuesday Inspiration…

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Even when you spill coffee down your (awesome) brand new shirt, or someone is rude for no reason, or your boss has underestimated you- there is always a simple remedy to rise above; the thoughts we carry, even so. xoxo lots of love for your Tuesday, dears. You’re lovely.

In My Cup: Weekend Wonders

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This weekend felt very…fast. Is tomorrow really…Monday? Ah, sadly yes. So, today was about getting a couple things together for a job interview that is on Tuesday (fingers crossed) and searching for apartments (again), and trying to remind myself that life is a bigger place than I could ever imagine- I’m just a tiny piece in a greater picture. Somehow, I find a lot of good vibes from that thought. Little worries of mine, could be someone else’s blessings- I often try to tell myself this, because it’s so true. I always find myself thinking of little details that need to be done here and there, and then get all stressed. When really, if I truly think about it…my ‘worries’ are so mediocre. Some people in this world would be blessed to call my ‘worries’…well, true worries. So, I’ve been trying to actively remind myself this, every single day. It’s a peaceful reminder, and I’m definitely working on consciously gaining more depth in this thought process. Isn’t it crazy to think our state of mind is truly…everything? The way we think, is the way our life takes place in front of us. Craziness. Anyhow, I figured this post would be relevant as we start the work week tomorrow. With that- grace and love to you dears. xoxo. Here are a few things in my cup that have been simply nice, recently:

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 {my good-luck handmade ‘love’ earrings that I bought last year from the sweetest lady, pretty sure they’re full of positive karma}

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{morning latte + lipstick: a forever classic combo}

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 {hello next DIY project, probably for more of my 1000 old candle holders via Miss Renaissance}

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 {dairy is usually a moderation thing for me, but what is better than tomatoes and mozzarella?}

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 {keeping in touch with your ex: Do or Don’t? via my article last week}

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{found a candid photograph of a little girl that I took in nyc a couple months ago…}

I loved how happy she was, for no particular reason. Ah, the life lessons we can remember when we look at children- how delicate and easily impressed they are. Good reminder as Monday approaches. xoxo, loves.

A Laugh For Your Sunday…

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‘No Cats Allowed, Just Not Cats.’

So…my best friend’s, sister-in-law’s, little girl (mouthful, yes.) painted this to hang on her bedroom door after having a disagreement with her pet cat ‘Phenix’…she’s four. I don’t think I’ve laughed this hard in quite a moment. Can’t we all just do this when we have a disagreement with someone in real, grown-up, life? ‘No Bosses, Just Not Bosses.’ I vote yes (haha). xoxo.

Smell The Roses; and other Life Lessons.

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Through a child’s eyes the world has little faults. To be simply living and breathing and laughing can make up for a kaleidoscope of troubles and hardships. I always reflect on this when life gets a little overwhelming for me. And believe me, I reflect a lot these days. We often somehow drift very far from our beginning, those roots that once kept us grounded in the pastel-lit summer breeze of our childhood- eventually sways away and we begin trying to fit jagged puzzle pieces together, a mold and creation of what we hope ends up looking like our ‘self’. It’s funny really if you sit and think about it, hell, you probably become too involved in your own mind and drive yourself crazy (much like someone I know, guilty.)- but I’ve been trying to make this ‘puzzle’ a swift trial-and-error kinda’ ordeal, rearranging what’s ‘important’ and what ‘I need to be doing’. Hence, my absence for the past bit on my lovely blog-o-space. I’ve been writing lists and marching around the internet trying to ‘get things done’, and half the time I end up realizing I’m not even completely sure what I’ve actually gotten done. Or, even better, what I’m doing. I’m also a list kinda’ girl, and if you are like me, it’s like random tiny notebooks take an Aladdin-type aura and swarm around me at all hours of the day, some filed with tiny to-do’s, other’s with, like, hilarious ten-step plans for me to be able to sip some sort of iced tea in a decent sized backyard that has flowing assortments of lemon, orange, and avocado trees, and I’m in some marvelous, flowing, white attire practicing ‘enlightenment’ and meditation. Also, I’ve helped the world in some decent, awesome, way and I have no worries because I am able to give back to the world and I get to write all the time about people’s awesome lives as a real big girl job- so everything is peaceful and lovely. It’s like, can that just happen? Ah, my life. Someday.

Anyhow, that’s where I’ve been loves. Fishing for my dreams. Oh, being 23… I’m hoping I’m not the only craze in this gen’?  It felt appropriate to write today about this, especially in light of ‘throwback thursday’, and my already (somewhat) jaded self above (haha).

I’m slowly trying not to be a human cartoon, with all the running and feeling like I’ve past the same scenery…23 times. I think if we all admit it- it’s a part of the whole ‘molding self’ ordeal. Like a right of passage or some way the Universe gets a laugh when it gets bored being so old and such. So I’ll hand it to him, half the time my life does slightly feel like a comedy, but perhaps we just have to take it as a good thing, and laugh with it. Fitting puzzle pieces together swiftly isn’t really working for me, so I figure I’ll just keep writing about the trail and error and lovely things, and somehow everything will simply be okay.

So I’m smelling the roses and keeping up just doing what I love to do, and with that you can’t go wrong. I was actually thinking about this very statement last week when I was visiting my grandmother’s home at the beach- and I figured I would share. She passed away about a year ago, but she was one of those people that always made you feel like life, indeed, wasn’t falling apart. She was born in 1920, so I always figured her advice was hierarchy to all the rest, wouldn’t you? Especially when I first had my ‘beginning-life-crisis’ in the very beginning of my twenties. She was always a big believer in things working out, and keeping light on ‘the little things’. So, a couple weeks ago I posted this from a picture I took while walking around one day. The quote I thought of just kinda’ stuck, and ever since I’ve been trying to really pay attention to everything around me because I think we are given little signs everyday, to show us we really do have a purpose, and someone is always there. Anyhow, it’s always hard going to South Carolina knowing she won’t be there to cheer me up or give me wonderful life advice, but I was sitting in the sun one day- stressing and worrying particularly at that very moment-and suddenly noticed her favorite roses were blooming in one particular spot. Right about that time, a red cardinal flew in right beneath them…I scrambled around quietly like a spazz for a chance to get a picture- and I got it just before he flew off. It didn’t end up being the clearest shot, but I caught it, and that was enough. Needless to say, even in its somewhat blurriness, it will have a lovely place on a wall somewhere in my home sometime in the very near future. I figured with something so ironic and beautiful (story and all), it has to have a more permanent space in my life.

So, maybe you’re in my boat, or something like it- so it’s a nice reminder to share with you, loves; we’re always apart of something bigger, than ourselves, than our worries, than the things that maybe bring us down sometimes. So, I suppose this post is kind of a kickoff to summer posts, and thoughts, and fashion, and food, and faith? (who knows, anything goes), and ponders, and all sorts of loveliness. From me…then, and now.

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What I’m Adoring/Photography/Life As Of Late/Sort of.

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{via} summer is best described above, classic sneakers that won’t let you down, coffee table love through art= Harper’s BAZAAR, a peaceful photograph I plan to use with this idea I came up with, can’t beat photographing NC skies and the aura of an older time and place, the most addicting outfit=Susie Bubble, the absolutely perfect summer outfit+some writing I stole from a piece I’m working on, the prettiest hint of color in a lip balm+it’s Raw&Fair-traded (awesomeee.), I’ve already over-shared this picture…she’s basically light of my life/Ciel love.

Hope your weekend is a hit, loves. Soak up some sun and smile (and make yourself a fruity cocktail, this one sounds about right. and easy.) you deserve it. xoxo.

“With Liquid Sunshine, She Smiled.” (writings, and a little love for your friday.)

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Today, was mostly working on a few things writing-wise and way too much coffee. Lots of swarming of ideas…and people and places. Which I can’t really complain besides the fact that sometimes writing brings about so many emotions and ideas that you just can’t write fast enough. Anyhow, I figured I would share a piece with you guys…which will probably become a reg’ here on the Pure and Pink Elephant. It’s funny how sometimes characters and such, can come to you so vividly and you want to capture them, but it’s so much at once that you probably just have a bunch of puzzle pieces unshapely together- that’s probably quite the case with this piece, so it’s definitely a rough draft. However, it’s a part of the lovely process. Anyhow, I hope the weekend is about to meet you well and you have lots of sun and lovely meetings/bouts ahead :). Oh, and ps…this whole ‘signals’ thing from the Universe is real…I randomly captured this shot yesterday (although I can’t seem to get it bigger?) of these two children completely content and drawing with chalk, it just felt like a must. And then, this morning this little piece came to me, how ironic is that? If you listen to the Universe, things will surely start to fit, I think that’s becoming a theme here lately. Enjoy my loves! Talk soon xoxo.

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With Liquid Sunshine, She Smiled

On some days the world had no real love affair with the lives that inhibited it, they were just plain, ordinary, people crowding into the masses. In tiny places- in big places. The Universe knew they had no real sense of where they were truly heading, just a direction they knew they were supposed to follow. Their emotions all ricocheted into the the air, getting lost somewhere where time and love and money didn’t exist, or perhaps just didn’t matter anymore. It wasn’t to say the World didn’t care, because it did. Yet, it was silly to think the World wouldn’t become jaded, just like anyone else would, after all the chances it gives. Like anything, everything has a purpose- it just so happens the World had a much bigger responsibility than most, and all those emotions that constantly shattered against her was sure to be overwhelming.

However, the World knew that through the plastic static rhythm of their days, which many were trapped in, there were signals that must be given to them to help them see the beautiful life that was just out of reach. They sometimes got it confused with raw material, but that was something the World had come to expect with modern times. Now, these signs were not always big, and red, and loud- nor, were they small, and white, and mousy. In fact, the signs were mere moments that either passed by, or were recognized. It was an array of colorful moments, and simplicity, all thrashed against one another. If only they could see the pattern from up here- all those chances- all those beautiful, simple, moments.

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A sharp screech sounded against the harsh, rusty, tracks. Allaine bobbed along, carefully highlighting the book in her hand while skimming over the words that now seemed to jumble together at this point. She paused for a moment, bored. Eyeing her way down the train to see if anyone was people-watching worthy; outfits, books, and most importantly, conversations- were her normal go-to’s. And anything love-induced, so she could wallow in her own non-existent love life. The regular stared back at her; music venues, lost tourists, and slight sadness. Disappointed at the options, she briefly met eyes with the two little girls across from her. Both were dressed in neatly tailored clothing, designer backpacks, patented Miu Miu oxfords, and immersed in an astounding conversation for ten year olds. Something about travel plans for the summer ‘holiday’. Allaine stared down at her own messy muse, half-laughing by the end of her reflection recollection in the window behind them. It wasn’t all that bad, she coaxed herself, staring down at the coffee she split on her jeans earlier while nonchalantly rearranging her hair, and hopefully her life.’The Universe put forth that irony in a devious and absolutely brilliant sense of peace’, she thought comically to herself. ‘Ten years olds and their worldly travel and trendy attire, I almost definitely will need a drink’, she packed up her book bag and headed for the platform.

She had worried all day about the decision that was sure to change her life, but an odd sense of comfort replaced her worry, she imagined all her feelings falling upwards into the unknown. Everything just disappearing, except for perhaps a beach and a bar. Only leaving behind a certain simplicity to life and maybe illuminate just…the good about a person. She felt a little lighter for some reason, ‘Maybe a place where time and love and money didn’t exist’, but there was no way the World would have such a thought. ‘Damn’, she wandered through her mind, ‘I just need a sign.’ 

She shuffled through the recognizable strangers of her neighborhood stop and emerged from beneath the world onto the corner of a cemented Brooklyn street. It was tree-lined, but hard. It had been a place of captivating richness, and had plenty of stories to tell. Which is why Allaine knew it was perfect for her. The stories always seemed to swing into the air, lazy, and hoping for someone to catch them. And Allaine hoped they would pick her to do so.

She started down the usual path- past the coffee shop, past the bodega, past the three men who were always sitting at a table in what looked like the middle of the street. Entertained and enticed by a thrilling game of Chess and rambunctious gossip. Allaine knew she didn’t feel much at times, but she could feel the vibes and the rhythm of humanity all around her here. It was July, and she felt the embrace of the warm sun touching her face as she began the walk home, it was a catalyst. A soft, yet chaotic laugh, emerged from her soul. She didn’t know quite where it came from, but she imagined it was a laugh of perhaps a certain independence, and gain, and maybe, just maybe- a subtle feeling of somewhat lose of mind. Only some of the familiar strangers took the time to look her way…to observe such a raw moment that would play back only as a mere nanosecond of the record of her life. It amused her actually, the looks of misunderstanding faces- for they were just static muses in the backdrop. ‘So what if they think I’ve lost my mind?’, she softly spoke to herself, ‘Perhaps I have?’

She shyly felt the laughter stop and from the moment, began retracing her steps back to the straight and narrow street. Ironically remembering the ten year olds and coming back down to reality, yet with a new sense of irrational composure. As she walked, she began to think about how funny it is that life gives you something- anything, to hold onto and it’s your decision to take it and stay sane, or to emerge into a life of madness.

She kept walking and something hit her,’The kids must have been out here again this morning since the rain washed everything away last night.’ She walked along slowly- oddly captivated today by the children’s work. She admired the mis-shaped colorful chalk all down the block, the reflection each one seemed to beam back into the sun. Beautifully disorganized, and carefully crafted; all the smiles, bright neons, and such a sheer happiness that reflected only out of a soft childhood demeanor. There was no way this could get lost in the Universe, the Universe must see this as some sort of…purpose- and meaning- in all our disarray down here. How our lives have become, so drained and stale and tired. Allaine had the first clear thought of her day, to simply feel this moment. She didn’t know why this particular moment, it didn’t seem like anything out of the ordinary, but it was something she recognized. In an instant a thrash of tears started to take form, it was as if she was viewing life again for the first time. A new Chance. And all it took was a ten minute subway ride with two little girls and a box of chalk.

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The World saw Allaine, and with something like a liquid sunshine, she smiled. She had listened to the quiet hum of my song, the World thought, she had felt the simplicity of at least a part of why they are here. To feel, and to love, and to tell a story. Even when I’m sometimes jaded myself. The World looked at it’s pattern and one more colorful, brilliant, beautiful moment, simply appeared.