Showing posts with label YouTube. Show all posts
Showing posts with label YouTube. Show all posts

Friday, June 12, 2009

Four-Leaf Clover

Note: Apologies for not writing this yesterday. It was vet day and the pets got their inoculations which threw the whole day off.

On Wednesday, I found my first four-leaf clover. Who doesn't need a little luck?


It has dried over the past couple days, but it is still clearly a four leaf clover.


There has been a lot rolling around in my mind lately as far as what I really want and what my goals are and how I'll go about achieving them, and the like. When I found the four leaf clover I thought to myself, "The universe is trying to tell me something."

Four-leaf Clover Poem
by Ella Higginson

I know a place where the sun is like gold,
And the cherry blooms burst with snow,
And down underneath is the loveliest nook,
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.

One leaf is for HOPE, and one is for FAITH,
And one is for LOVE, you know,
And GOD put another in for LUCK --
If you search, you will find where they grow.

But you must have HOPE, and you must have FAITH,
You must LOVE and be strong -- and so --
If you work, if you wait, you will find the place
Where the four-leaf clovers grow.


Hope, Faith, Love, and Luck. I've been deeply in need of all of these lately.

It is also said that the leaves of the three-leaf Clover represent the Holy Trinity: one leaf for the Father, one for the Son and one for the Holy Spirit. When a Shamrock is found with the fourth leaf, it represents God's Grace.

I'm hoping for:
clarity
direction
an end to my schooling
adventure
seeing my book come to fruition

I have faith that:
things will work themselves out
there is a greater plan for me
together, two people (or more) can work through anything

I love:
my husband
writing
long walks no matter the weather
being in the moment
life
the journey

I am loved by:
my husband
my furry loves
myself (most of the time)

I am lucky because:
my optimism is strong
I am loved
I have overcome many obstacles
I am alive and growing

I know that, by God's Grace, all things are figured out in time, but a little luck along the way never hurts.

As Abra Moore sings:
See, I've been thinking it over
It's all just a little too much
You see I've got a four leaf clover
It's gotta bring a little luck

Thursday, May 28, 2009

For the Birds

Two days of wet weather have brought the worms and bugs to the surface of the earth. The birds are chirping, singing, and flocking.
All day, bird song.
You can't step outside without seeing at least 6 birds with fat worms and other bounty stuffed in their beaks.
I feel like a fairytale princess.

I thought I thought I felt like Cinderella, but I wasn't sure. So, I Google searched.

This amazing painting is Cinderella and the Birds by Scott Gustafson

I also found a sweet song by Birds of Wales on YouTube called Cinderella (has nothing on you).

I wasn't convinced it was Cinderella I was thinking of. So, I searched Snow White. Turns out she also had bird friends.

Snow White on the balcony by Jim Salvati via Sanders Art Studio

So did Sleeping Beauty.

Sleeping Beauty Singing with the Birds by Jim Salvati via Sanders Art Studio

Since all princesses seem to have bird friends, I guess I must be a Princess. Princess of the Birds with Stuffed Beaks.
Someone want to paint or sing about me?

Monday, January 26, 2009

Heveling the Disheveled

OK, heveling isn't a word, but it must have been at some point, right? If heveling wasn't ever a word, how did the word disheveled ever come to be? Maybe I should have been an etymology major instead of a publishing major. Can one major in etymology?

Wow, this is already one disheveled post.

I have been quite disheveled lately. I have lists all over the place. Lists in random notebooks. Lists on the wipe-off calendar on my fridge. Lists in my planner. Lists on the whiteboard above my writing desk. None of it helps. Sometimes I think it all hinders.

I also have a very busy mind full of ideas and thoughts that sometimes pass in the blink of an eye and are often pretty good and worth remembering. Even if I don't have the time to pursue them right now, I'd like to pursue them later. That is, if I could remember them.

If only I could somehow compile all of these things in one place where it would be near impossible to lose them maybe I could get something done and save some stuff for later. With my first class of the semester starting on Wednesday this issue has been weighing on me.

On Sunday I was introduced to Oren Lavie's song titled Her Morning Elegance. Instant love <3 After listening to it several times over, I couldn't get the line "thought she has caught by a thread" out of my head. "Thought caught by a thread. What a great name for a blog..." I thought to myself. And it hit me.

So, if you are wondering what I do all day, visit Thought Caught By A Thread. I post twice a day. One post is a thought or an idea I've had with an accompanying story. The other post is a recap of my doings that day which can be mundane, but I try to make it as colorful as possible and it fills me with a sense of accomplishment. My lists are all in one place, the right column of the blog. It is a step toward becoming heveled.

Whether you stop by Thought Caught By A Thread or not, you must see Oren Lavie's Her Morning Elegance on YouTube here. Dreamy.

Saturday, January 3, 2009

10 Things I Have Learned in 2009 Thus Far

1) Seize the moment.
2) Friends, real and virtual, are fabulous.
3) If you show a toddler your belly button they will demand repeat viewings.
4) At least five minutes of cuddling should be mandatory every day.
6) I like being behind the lens of a camera... and in front of it.
7) Sesame Street was right, Cooperation makes it happen.
8) Exercise supplies energy.
9) Even Chamomile Tea will not put my insomnia to bed.
10) Support is everywhere, you just have to be willing to recognize and accept it.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Free Your Mind

and the rest will follow. So say En Vogue in this song on YouTube. Also a so-sayer and believer in such philosophy,my poetry professor.

On Thursday, during our one-on-one meeting, I asked my poetry professor what one thing I could do to improve my writing. She told me to free-write poetry every day. In her opinion, which I agree with, my biggest weakness is that I think too much when I am writing instead of freeing my mind to go where it wishes and just being the vehicle through which it flows. After looking through my notebook and realizing how often I cross things out and self-edit, Professor suggested I do all my free-writing on the computer so that I do not have the option of crossing out. She told me it is her belief that if I do that I will find at least two or three usable lines a day.

Today I took her advice and this was the result:
Morning tonight feels like waking up to broken glass of shattered window panes. French doors open to English men wearing tweed coats and smoking ciggies. Signs of forced entry lay shimmering in the grass all rainbowy with dew. Was it you coming to steal me away in the night? If you asked I might have gone. Gone from the relative safety of my existence to the windiness of yours. Possibility appeals to me in fleeting moments of temporary sanity. Brokenness is old hat, but there’s got to be something behind that. Walk through it and reach for the light of the lamppost glowing like the moon and stitch me up, lift me up, talk me out of it and in to you. Sleepless sounds of strength emerging as we’re converging verging on reckless. You open a book and fill up with wonder and tear it asunder. Under the words lies the truth. Eat up the inky stains and spit out the blank page to write it all anew. Few resist the urge to abandon truth for greatness. Greed is not in your verbiage. Invisible fingerprints dust the sills of broken windows seeking solace. Tonight morning is found on distant shores where we might have been and might be going, racing time, holding on to moments slipping along the seams of the globe out witting the light of lesser gods. Stars stretch languidly across your face as you become one, a celestial body among celestial bodies. Bodies are piling up, but souls are floating free suspended between truth and humanity. Flight is folly and you fancy me a fool, a high compliment from you. I lay above you and sink below wallowing in weightless wonderment over it and under it singing soundlessly watching the airwaves ripple into dawn. Over breakfast all appears unmatched apples and pears. Swiftly moving songbirds are singing outside and I let them in to feast on leftover bits of peanut butter toast. Out in the barn I sew with a needle in a haystack.


I think there might be a tiny nugget of truth in all this "free your mind" business...

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

WedNieNie'sDay - #3

This week I am grateful for:

1940's Furniture. With Grampy's passing this summer it came time for my father and his five siblings to clean out their parents' home. When asked to make up a list of items I might like to have it varied from animal shaped cups and cereal bowls with straws built in to the 1940's dining room set. I told my father I thought it important that he and his siblings have "first dibs" if you will and stressed that I was happy with my memories. I ended up with the dining room set. It is gorgeous in my 1920's house where it is bathed in the light of the stained glass window. The table is an oak "extension table" meaning that the extra leaf is stored under the table top. The legs of the chairs and the table are curved and the chairs have designed backs. The buffet has all kinds of drawers one of which is lined with velvet for silverware storage and it too has all kinds of curves and contours. The set also came with a corner cabinet which is with my parents for now because there is not one corner in our dining room that isn't a doorway or window. It makes me happy to look at the set and remember the past while dreaming of the future memories to be made sitting around it.


One view of the dining room (furniture is staging furniture, not ours)


Another view of the dining room (again, staging furniture, not ours)

Photography. My digital camera broke in January and I miss it terribly. It was under warranty and I sent it back, but have not received a check yet. This week I broke down and bought two throwaway 35mm cameras to photograph all the beauty of Autumn. What fun I had taking pictures of heart-shaped chrysanthemums, apple orchards, and the Topsfield Fair! How I wish I could share them with all of you... (sigh) I've really missed having photography as a creative outlet. Grateful for the reminder, for the act, and for the renewed motivation to bug the warranty people for a check so I can get back to doing something that brings me such joy.

Fall Fun. On Saturday afternoon my newly-arrived-home-from-Cali husband and I met our friends Tanya and Greg at Honey Pot Hill Orchards in Stow, MA for an afternoon of apple picking. We wandered the orchards admiring the cloud-free blue sky, breathing in the fresh air, and picking apples. We picked up cider and cider donuts and candy apples at the store. My favorite part of the orchard experience? Climbing the wooden ladders that looked like they were straight out of Anne of Green Gables. Remember when Anne brought the head of the school she was teaching at home for the summer and they picked apples? Just like that, but I wasn't wearing an apron over my dress.

On Monday Mr. B&B took me to the Topsfield Fair. We visited the animals, saw the fruit and vegetable exhibits and the flower exhibit, and walked around the carnival rides part of it. We ate sweet potato fries and drank fresh squeezed lemonade. Just glorious! It was nice to walk around holding hands and laughing and talking after so many days of him being away on business. Fairs are also always a great opportunity to get back in touch with the inner child. Yippee!

Patient Husband. Our Fall Fun was not without frustration. Frustration = Traffic. Going apple picking meant waiting in a one mile long line of traffic for one hour. Going to the fair meant waiting in a forty-five minute line of traffic once we got off the highway. Mr. B&B was driving, both times. He did not make a peep, not one complaint slipped from his lips. He just rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and talked baseball, basketball, politics, and recollected Fall memories of yore. Watching him and his chosen reactions is such a lesson for me and deepens my appreciation and love for him. Mr. B&B, as Carly Simon sings "Baby, baby, darlin', You're the Best" <3

Nobody Does It Better by Carly Simon on YouTube

Long Weekend. This long weekend was especially sweet because it coincided with my husband returning from his business trip. Having three days to acclimate to each other and sleep in and be spontaneous was luxurious. Grateful for that quality time for that length of time anytime but especially upon Mr. B&B's return.

Ingenuity. Since I am a student and am only nannying a few times a month, it is important to me to help save money where we can. One of the things I do is try to find creative uses for items we already have around the house OR identify a want one or both of us has and see how I can meet and satisfy that want using things we already have. My latest want is Fall and Halloween decorations for the house and front porch. I have old spice jars, cloth, felt, thread and construction paper. I am thinking black and orange paper chains with paper ghosts and/or paper spiders and/or paper pumpkins hanging from them by thread, a cloth and felt leaf wreath for the door, and perhaps paper flowers in spice jars on the three steps leading up to our front porch. Ingenuity, what a gift!

Gift of Giving. My internship at Teen Voices begins next week and I can not wait to give my time and attention to the young women I'll be working with. I sent fabric to Threads of Love for the Nielson's. I also interviewed at Perkins School for the Blind yesterday and will begin working with them once my Cori form passes. Every day I am able to give my time and attention and thoughts and prayers to people I love. In giving whatever I have to give I feel I also get so much back. I feel better physically and mentally, my outlook is brighter, my satisfaction in using my gifts is so great... I just think that giving is one of the greatest gifts, it is free, and we all have something to give.

Friendly Neighbors. When we moved in to our condo this past spring, Mr. B&B and I were not sure who would end up living in the condo above us. We imagined all kinds of scenarios, but we always wished and hoped for good, friendly, reasonable people who, at the very least, we could work with to care for the house, and, at the very best, would become dear friends. Angela and Lyle are certainly a wish come true. At least once a month we meet for a movie and/or a "condo association meeting" and we always have fun. We even swap yummy baked goods frequently. When it comes to the house, we hear each other out, take every opinion into consideration and come to a decision or compromise together. If you are reading #10 Residents, so glad you are our neighbors and are quickly becoming our friends!


Mr. Rogers "Won't You Be My Neighbor" on YouTube

Prayers and positivity to Nie and Christian & family.

Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite <3

Saturday, October 11, 2008

Meme Express - Love Calls


Me - A Glimpse at my Inner Child

Whom do you love?
My Husband, Myself, our cat, our many friends and their children, Mom, Dad, Brother Timothy, Sisters Elizabeth and Sarah and their spouses, 2 nieces Lily and Marielle, 5 nephews Jake and Cary and Jackson and Noah and Aaron, my grandparents (all 6 of them), my too numerous to mention by name aunts and uncles and cousins, my in-laws, my parents' dog Crocket, my in-laws' cat Callie, all my "friends" in the blogger world who brighten every day, the family I babysit for.


My Husband Practicing Future Fathering Skills on our Friends' Baby

When did you last say so?
I am saying so now. I say so as often as possible, but I also believe it is important to show your love through your actions as well.

Read lyrics and see YouTube video of More Than Words by Extreme here.


Mom, Dad, Me, and Timothy

Is today the day to call someone you love? Every day is a day to call someone you love. I have really been missing my sister Sarah and her family though. Today is Sarah's day for a phone call or email.


Grampy and...


Grammy.


Grandma and Poppa


Grandpa and...


Virginia.

What is the best way to affirm the ones you love? Listen attentively to what they have to say. Give them your time and undivided attention whether through getting together, talking on the phone, sending a letter or email, or any other means.


In-Laws. Father, Husband, Sister, Mother, Brother.

How has someone best expressed heartfelt love to you? Not in one grand gesture, but in a zillion little ways all the time.


Friends. Tanya and Greg...


Tim, Irma, Brian, Nicole...


Erin and Andy.

Looking for writing prompts? Visit Meme Express.


Crocket the pampered plot hound from Texas when she first arrived and...


more recently. She writes her own column for My Backyard Newspaper here.

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Merc'Nie' Me

there's so much to be grateful for!

First my song of the day from OneRepublic titled Mercy on YouTube. and lyrics on metrolyrics.com. Started singing and had to stop because of tears.



Also grateful for time with my nannying charges, toddler giggles, growth, tousled hair, time for writing and developing that talent/gift/strength in myself, an active mind, being offered an Editorial Mentor position at Teen Voices Magazine and accepting, blankies, attentive husband, energy to get things done, inspiration, rocking chairs, change of seasons, chats with my brother, confidence, passion, ways of releasing and channeling emotion, Christian Nielson's so far successful skin grafts and slowly coming out of sedation, Stephanie Nielson's seemingly so far sit-and-wait successful skin graft surgery, power of prayer, naptime, recognizing things by being present and in the moment, strength, perseverance, observation, kitty snores, hugs and kisses, homemade garlic bread, deep breaths, education, home, health, husband, where I have been and where I am going, chances, yesterday and today and tomorrow.

Prayers and positivity to Nie and Christian & family.

Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite <3

Sunday, September 14, 2008

The 'Nie'ness of Me



The Nearness of You - Norah Jones - YouTube
*Photo by Irma Servatius

As today comes to a close I am grateful for another day, compassion, having all the ingredients to spontaneously make pancakes from scratch for my husband, having someone to share my innermost thoughts with who is always willing and eager to listen, soft clothes, corduroy, friends, camaraderie, cleansing rain, cuddling, smooches, kitty softness, moisturizer with sunscreen, faith, recollections, connections, banana curls, seeing thankfulness in others, politeness, the face my husband makes when he is savoring one of my homemade vegan chocolate cupcakes with home made vegan chocolate frosting, smiling, health, home, a functioning automobile, hugs, high fives, sparkles in eyes, self-imposed peaceful silence, the Dalai Lama.

Prayers and positivity to Nie and Christian & family.

Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite <3

Friday, September 12, 2008

The Bee's "Nie"s

Things seen, heard, smelled, tasted, discovered today that caused me to think, "Wow, life really is just the bee's knees!":


* Photo credit to www.liveguide.com.au

Jason Mraz and his song I'm Yours on YouTube.

Three phone calls from my darling husband, Basic Vegan Chocolate Cupcakes, Easy Vegan Chocolate Frosting


* Photo by Vanstaffs on Flickr

Listening to the rain hit my window pane and watching it roll down.

Smell of rain on the pavement, creativity flowing within me, walk around the neighborhood, local fresh corn on the cob


* Photo by A Better Sound

Revisiting the day my husband and I were married.

The Bee's Knees food, The Bee's Knees vintage, and The Bee's Knees melange.



*Photo courtesy of Go-optic.com

Health Insurance that covers a yearly eye exam so I can grace my face with the fabulous Jill Stuart spectacles picture above.

my family, my Oilily umbrella, my home, my health, and the continued recovery and forward progress of NieNie and Mr. Nielson.

Prayers and positivity to Nie and Christian & family.

Good night, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite <3

* CORRECTION Thought my new frames were Jill Stuart but they are Ellen Tracy(below)

* Photo courtesy of go-optic.com

Sweet Words

After a week of getting back into the swing of things at school, cleaning the house, grocery shopping and medical appointments I am overcome with the feeling of missing him.

I am sitting here on my couch with the cat in the dark listening to Norah Jones on YouTube.

YouTube - Norah Jones - Those Sweet Words

Pathetic, I know, but I miss my husband.

Hearing his sweet words over the phone twice a day every day this past week has been wonderful and all, but I miss my husband.

I miss his physicality, the facial expressions and other gestures that accompany those sweet words, being able to hold his hand or have him rest his chin on the top of my head when we hug (one foot height difference).

I wanted to watch our wedding video (more patheticness, but I mi... you know the rest), but the dvd player isn't set up so I settled for looking at wedding photos.

The day we said the sweet words that made us each other's for eternity:







Ok, feeling better. Off to make chocolate vegan cupcakes and a "Welcome Home" banner, because, guess what, my husband is coming home tomorrow. How's that for Sweet Words? <3

* photos courtesy of A Better Sound