The holiday season

I didn't take as many pictures this year, as would have liked to, it was a pretty crazy holiday season.  Fortunately, I did capture a few moments that I wish to never forget. 

Ella's first experience playing in snow.

Riding down the banister at Grandma's house.

Mommy and Ella's crazy make-up morning.

 Making cookies and delivering them to those we love, in true Christmas season fashion.

 Making gigantic messes.  Ella didn't even want to eat the dough, only play in all the sugar and flour.

Performing a ridiculous pseudo-ballet to one of my favorite Christmas classics: Tchaikovsky's, "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy."

Generally, I am a big holiday decorator, but this year funds were low, so my Christmas decoration's were humble, but still oh, so magical.

As this holiday season comes to a close, I wish you all a wonderful new year filled with peace, love, and joy.  I hope 2011 brings us all closer to our dreams, and closer to the magical world "somewhere over the rainbow."

Letters to my daughter 1

Dearest Ella,

When you get older, there is something I wish to give to you; when you get past the tumultuous, second-guessing, and confusing time of your adolescence, and you begin to see that it is possible your mom may know something (and perhaps may be cool again), I want to give you a picture.  I want to give you a photograph from your youth that embodies your true spirit; a photograph that radiates the pure, amazing, beautiful, and unique creature that you are.  My hope and wish is that when you are angry or sad or disappointed, or the pain seems too difficult to bear, you can reach into your pocket and pull out this picture, and it will bring you comfort and resolve.  I hope that when things get rough, this picture will remind you of the nature of your true being.  That you will be able to look at this picture, and say, “I’m doing this for you, the sweet, free child that I was and am.”  Life may cause you pain, bring tragedy, and sometimes it may feel as if you are shattered, but I hope this gift will remind you that you will never be lost.  You will never be lost, because the you that exists is infinite.  It cannot be destroyed by the darkness of this world, for in you, exists an eternal light.  My main purpose of this gift is to remind you to never lose sight of who you really are.  As hard as it may seem, do not let the things of this world stifle the fire within you.  They are just things, and all things die, but the truth of your spirit is forever.  I love you with all of myself, my dearest heart.  Please be gentle, loving, and kind to yourself-you are a creature of divine creativity, un-ending possibility, and immense love.  Bring with you peace and peace will bless your life, make forever friends with love and love with bloom and grow all around you, look with awe and wonder at the world and the world will always be wondrous: you are a child of the earth, a being of the universe, and my most precious gift.  Never forget your inner being, for it is far brighter than the stars, and without you, who will illuminate the darkness of the night?  I love you far beyond the confines of the word.  Thank you for blessing my life.  You returned me to myself.

Forever your adoring mother,

Mom

P.S. This isn't the picture I would use, but it is a favorite tender moment of mine.  Cheers.

Reality as it relates to creativity

As I was searching my way through different blogs today, I couldn't help but be amazed at the level of creativity of some of my fellow bloggers.  I thought, wow, I wish I could have a tricked out blog, with a different background every week; I wish I could have such inspired home made gift ideas.  After a few minutes of pondering my own inadequacies, I realized, that I am my own worst enemy.  What I mean is that I often stifle my own creativity because for the longest time, I believed that creativity = 100% originality.  As I was searching through the blogs, I began to see a lot of the same basic concepts, but with personal tweeks.

That was my aha! moment.

All creativity comes from something that has already been created.  A painter doesn't look at a landscape and say I can't paint it, because trees have already been painted.  It's the fresh new perspective that allows for creativity.  I don't know why I allowed this ridiculous idea to stay fermenting in my brain, but hopefully with this realization, I can put those old, idle thoughts to bed.

"Nothing is original. Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery - celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from - it’s where you take them to."
— Jim Jarmusch

Mainly for me...

Books, books, and more books.  I need a place to list all the books I want to read, I figured what better place than a blog I rarely use, but is easily accessible, and won't clutter up my house.  Plus a few added pictures of Belle, reading and writing, getting her literary funk on.

 I can't get over how well she holds a pen...

 Is this normal for a one-year old?

Reading "Dora the explorer" with daddy.

Here be my list of books:

Freedom by Jonathon Franzen

The Corrections also by Jonathon Franzen

Say You're One of Them by Uwem Akpan

A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle (I might go buy this one tomorrow)

Where Am I Wearing by Kelsey Timmerman

Feminism in Our Time: The Essential Writings, World War II to the Present

By Miriam Schneir

Feminist Fairy Tales by Barbara G Walker

A Room of One's Own by Virginia Woolf

The Good Body by Eve Ensler

Dead Reckoning by Charlaine Harris

Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay

and all the other books in the "Dexter" series

the Courage Consort by Michel Faber

The Poe Shadow by Matthew Pearl

The Last Dickens also by Matthew Pearl

Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner

The Bone People by Keri Hulme

This should take me quite a while, but I have to add just a few more:

Till We Have Faces by C.S. Lewis

On Beauty by Zadie Smith

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith, I read this as a child

 but when I saw the book again, I thought I had to revisit it.

Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray

I think this is enough for now.  It will probably take me a good six months to read all of these, especially since I am already reading 3 books right now and I have at least 10 that are awaiting their turn on the shelf.    This list, coupled with motherhood, my full-time school schedule, and hubby time, will make me one over extended lady.

Here's to keeping things interesting. Cheers!