Thursday, December 31, 2009

{I kinda like lists. or not.}

At the begining of this year I made a list of things to remember... and I'm keeping them still. They won't grow old or obsolete.
:: Love always.
:: Trust Him always.
:: Be thankful always - you deserve nothing.
:: Forgive always.
:: Share and connect.
:: Dream.
:: Be passionate.
:: Be dilligent.
:: You are 3rd.
:: Journal, draw, photograph (document memories).
:: Smile.

And to this list I add...

:: measure your words. think before you talk, so that your words may always be kind, positive and uplifting.
:: keep a "gratitude journal". write one setence a day, every single day.
:: listen a lot. listen to people, to music, to every detail around you... listen.

And now for a silly/fun list...

:: make video tutorials.
:: dye my hair in a weird color (this red or that one or pink or orange).
:: visit bro-in-law and his wife in London
:: make a list of people we give gifts to at christmas, divide them for each month and make or buy handmade gifts. I'm hoping this time around it really works and I have a stress-free holiday next time.
:: see my little owl colection grow.
:: learn how to play the ukulele (well, I kinda have to get one first)...
:: make an original 2nd anniversary gift for T.
:: try 2 or 3 new recipes each month. and update my foody blog while at it.
:: guerilla knit my neighborhood.
:: make seed bombs and use them.
:: write letters. yeah. real letters. snailmail.
:: finish every book I read.
:: get a camera from here.
:: stay in touch with nature. take a walk in some woods.

And there's a secret goal that isn't a goal. It's a dream. And that one I hold very dearly to the heart.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009


{to use up the last bit of this old tweed fabric that I love}

{crayola doesn't make a color for your eyes}

I went to see the doctor I had come down with the blues She said that I can’t cure you but heres something you can do, take out a piece of paper and go sit down for a while and a draw a pretty picture of something that makes you smile I know what makes me happy i didn’t have to think for long but when i tried to draw it, it always came out wrong i had a box of 12, 48 and 64 but no where could i find that one shade i was looking for I guess i had realized it should have come as no surprise,
crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes

There is no way that i could possibly describe you
crayola doesn’t make a color to draw my love ...

[found this song via Jessica]

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

{homemade always tastes special}

[just click the picture to get the recipe]

Friday, December 25, 2009

{love is breathing}

the house is silent.
the voices of dear ones still echoe in the heart.
in the midst of the singing and laughing and eating and sharing, the truth remains the same - the cry of a Child hundreds and hundreds of years ago changed the world forever.

Life's come out from inside
All caught up in a brand new smile

Love's come out from inside
Carefully willingly
And you are alive so alive

Love is breathing like a child come out
Life suspended in the gravity of care
Never ending does the child come out

Hope's come out from inside
And we are all caught up
Trying to hide
But you are alive more alive

Love is breathing like a child come out
Life suspended in the gravity of care
Never ending does the child come out

You're more alive when you try
Growing down, enter the kingdom!, child
Move the buildings to the fire
And color our most desperate cries with ease, please, child

Love is breathing like a tree on fire
Consuming violent and tender life
Love is breathing - alive - breathing

[love is breathing, sarah masen]

Friday, December 11, 2009

*some crafty novelties*

Why is it that I feel more inspired when I have zero time to put ideas into practice?
There are more things that haven't been photographed yet... Soon...

p.s.: a big thanks to dear Sónia who modeled for me a few weeks ago ;)
more here, here and here.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

sometimes it gets hard. but it's imperative to look for the little things that color my job in a unique way.

As pequenas coisas que enchem de cor e alegria dias cinzentos, às vezes são difíceis de encontrar. E talvez por isso, dêem tanto gozo. São como um tesouro escondido que tem que ser explorado.

:: a criatividade que emana tão naturalmente de algumas das crianças.
:: os abraços fortes e sentidos.
:: os sorrisos e rostos iluminados quando nos vêem chegar.
:: a T. que me anda a ensinar criolo quando a vou buscar/levar da escola para a CAF.
:: dançar! dançar! e dançar! sem ligar nenhuma a fazer figuras porque eles não se importam nada. É libertador dançar com um grupo de amiguinhos de palmo e meio and just be silly.
:: ouvi-los rir dos disparates que digo ou das expressões que uso. Com eles não tenho medo de falar ou ser disparatada. Ainda hoje me lembro dos professores que tive. Os que mais me marcaram foram os que não tiveram medo de ser verdadeiros, mesmo que um bocado amalucados ou excêntricos (e de malucos e excêntricos, todos temos um pouco).
:: O carinho da mãe da T., tão precioso.
:: dizer-lhes que a música é muito parecida com a matemática e ainda assim eles continuarem a fazer o trabalho proposto. ver o rosto iluminar-se-lhes quando percebem algo.
:: as conversas com a F., sempre com perguntas tão perspicazes.
:: as saídas da M., sempre com grandes verdades e eloquentes frases, quase dignas de um Ghandi ou de um Confúcio.
:: os recadinhos que chovem nas nossas mãos e aquecem o coração.