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An excerpt from my journal, back in March 2010:

“I think my missing secret may be to perceive life holistically, and not to compartmentalize. I need to stop limiting, dividing, standardizing, closing, expecting, sectioning and drawing lines. My life is whole, not in days or years or places. I live in the center of a sphere that becomes more fully developed, not a dot moving forwards along a linear path.

When God created us in His image, he meant, “in his image.” When He says “I Am,” we have an element of his Being. Active being. Time, place and other restrictions on us are illusions to keep us bound and blinded with a focus only on moving forward, and to keep us from experiencing that we are, and we are whole in our existence. “

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Darling Katie mailed me this adorable…well, I certainly can’t call it a letter or a card because it is neither. It made me cry. I think I’m going to start documenting my mail, because I believe I get the best in the world. I am so blessed.

Tom lent me an amazing movie which you should all see, called Frida. I’m warning you, it’s beyond depressing. But one of those movies that “everyone should watch.” I can’t help but make little pretty things all the time, so I taped this on the DVD when I returned it:


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  1. Han says:

    Thats soooo cool! I sent my handwritten Love Bomb this morning in the end – I was so busy getting my friend's son in the car that I forgot to give the car to Chris to deliver it for me – doh!

    Little notes like that are so sweet ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. Jennifer says:

    I absolutely adore your blog! That stuff is sooooo cute. ๐Ÿ˜€ I'm definitely following you. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. Steph says:

    That is one of the most artistic cards I've every seen!! So creative, I love it. You have a very talented friend ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. O.F.C.J. says:

    This is nice. I like pretty, creative things. Especially written letters sent in the mail. Yay. Alway good to know that there is someone htinking of us. God especially.


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