{flickr favorites friday}

1. handmade chalk board, 2. i bought my first persimmon, 3. paper doll #93, 4. You're a Wolf, 5. In the Christmas rush..., 6. my best dress, 7. Untitled, 8. Raindrops On Roses, 9. oh deer!

{hope}

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.


Emily Dickinson.

small-enough-to-fit-your-coat-pocket bears

She has a beautiful site.

found via Herzenhart.

~the old and the new moleskin~

It's small. handy. simple. so why change?
I just swapped to soft cover.

and some more tiny windows into 2009's journal here.
fragmentos de 2009 aqui.

{crónicas de sala de aula #3}

numa turma de 1º ano conversei com as crianças sobre como se "espalha" o som, de uma forma simplificada. com o input de todos chegou-se ao facto de o som ser ar em movimento. disse-lhes que no espaço não há som e perguntei porque é que seria. a Bruna respondeu prontamente "Porque lá não há pessoas. Só ETs." houve quem chegasse lá, mas esta foi a minha resposta favorita.

:)

{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.

*matchy-matchy*

{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]

{homemade always tastes special}

[just click the picture to get the recipe]

{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
Alive

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]

*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.

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.
...

the generosity of strangers makes me smile

[from someone very sweet who always asks to remain annonymous]

[beautiful, beautiful vintage buttons from a giveaway I won at LA's blog]

...

Se encontro em mim um desejo que nenhuma experiência deste mundo pode satisfazer, a explicação mais provável é a de que fui criado para outro mundo.

Os livros ou a música, onde pensamos estar a beleza, nos trairão se confiarmos neles... Pois eles não são a coisa em si; eles são o aroma de uma flor que não encontramos, o eco de um tom que ainda não ouvimos, notícias de um país que nunca visitámos.

- C.S. Lewis

Parabéns, Papá!

fathers be good to your daughters,
daughters will love like you do.
girls become lovers
and turn into mothers,
so mothers be good to your daughters, too.

p.s.: pedes ao Isma para te traduzir o refrão ;)

{spontaneous gathering}

2 of my favorite boys at the table at the same time!

After dinner we had ice-cream (that Isma brought) and showed him a bit of this.

{once upon a time...}

{week #4 snippets}

{son of rambow}

:: cool 80's references
:: creativity
:: true friendship
:: heart-warming story

early {flickr favorites friday}

1. Anja (detail), 2. Untitled, 3. i love you, fall, 4. Untitled, 5. Untitled, 6. Untitled, 7. row of umbrellas., 8. bird&cage, 9. de ontem


These totally make me dream...

dreamy dreamland*preview

you need a little whimsy in your life.

a rememberance of how one day you were once a child.

a daydreamer.

a lover of all the simple little things.

sis, thanks for helping me remember.

{week #3 snippets}

*little things I'm thankful for*

:: daily splashes of color.

:: a special starbucks break last weekend with hon and sis.

:: talking with little bro in the wee hours on sunday.

:: new lovely fabrics and yummy robin's egg blue bowl.

:: sandwiches to go, prepared by the mister.

:: a sweet person to work with.

:: love notes from wee students.

:: hot beverages and raspberry jam.

:: being able to craft a little again.

:: chilly nights and cozy blankets.