Monday, April 9, 2012

Kiss

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

-Emil Ludwig

"A kiss seals two souls for a moment in time." 
-Levende Waters

Friday, April 6, 2012

That Moment When...

...you realize you actually have NO idea what's next in your life. When you imagine six months from where you are & you have no guarantee of a job or an inkling of where in the world you'll be.

...you look at your life, wonder how you got here, and wonder how you got so lucky.

...you find the one person in the world that makes you crazier than anyone else.

...you realize you are in charge of your life--you are the one making decisions. You're the boss.

...someone respects you.

...someone hates you.

...you are proud of who you are.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Luck of the Irish

Galway Girl--Steve Earle

Ireland has been on my mind lately.
It's partly the museum studies project that's looming, I'm sure. I've been Europe-sick going on two years.
But costume design has got my heart aching for old-world Ireland at the moment. My concept is 16th Century Celtic, and as I've researched through Scotland and Ireland, the memories of that incredible few days have been creeping up my mind.

Galway, the beautiful rain we encountered--the pub we ate at just to be warm for a little bit.
Temple Bar-the mecca of drinkers around the world.
The friendliness that Ireland has to offer--the joyous people that know where their country has come from, and what has been sacrificed for them to be where they are now.
The pure enjoyment and legitimate happiness you find in the people there.
And last, but not least, (cause who am I kidding if I leave this out?)--the accent. So beatiful, so crisp and clean, and melodic to listen to.
Guinness--cause it's just not the same here.
The scenery. The lakes, the hills, mountains, valleys. Rich in color and a sharp green, when you catch it in the right season. The morning fogs in the mountains are absolute magic.