{being young}

Gretchen [a dear missionary friend] gave me this before she went back to the comorro islands. she was so much fun, and it's been years since i've seen her. i used to love getting her newsletter. she always seems to be aware of details and how God uses them to teach our hearts and minds.

i miss you, Gretchen.

{the weight of dreams lá no Cantinho}

some of my things at mom's store :)

{cantinho das sequoias}

é já amanhã que o {Cantinho das Sequoias} abre as portas ao público. Espreitem aqui.

mom's dream coming true.

{some quirky, whimsical rings}

{have a heart}

<3

{bobby mcferrin+maria joão}

comecei a gostar da maria joão quando ainda nem tinha idade para perceber o que ela fazia. lembro-me tão bem de a ver na televisão, em pequena.
o bobby mcferrin veio bem mais tarde, junto com o tiagão, há uns 10 anos atrás.

o mano jónatas partilhou este vídeo comigo e achei deliciosa a combinação.

já agora, vejam também este e este. 

{mosaic monday}

1. Untitled, 2. grow, 3. those trees I was telling you about, 4. small owl brooch, 5. www.flickr.com/photos/ligreego/4421248519/, 6. Katie, 7. Untitled, 8. the flock, 9. Untitled

{off}

off to a week with my boy. but i have some posts ready to be published during the week.

vamos estar "off" durante uma semana. mas, por aqui, há posts preparados.

.::to do list::.
love
daydream
plan {for the last school period}
cook
craft
breathe in some fresh air
feel the ocean breeze
walk barefoot
reconnect
read and write
try out some silly creative writting exercises with the mr.
...

and wishing everyone i love could do the same 

{cenário de sábado}

a shared pavlova and some work done.

{melody of you}

this is my call I belong to You

this is my call to sing the melodies of You

this is my call I can do nothing else

I can do nothing else

you're the scent of an unfound bloom

a simple tune

I only write variations to sooth the mood 

...

{far, far}

is it still a surprise that I love stopmotion so much? and inspired by Alice? I mean, come on.

{via blue bird}

{balance}

because it's been on my mind for a couple days {feelin' groovy}

slow down, you're moving too fast

you gotta make the morning last...

{crónicas de sala de aula e arredores} ou {o mistério das lesmas esborrachadas}

Diariamente passo com os miúdos das AECS por um caminho coberto de erva dos dois lados. Depois de chover, vêem-se lesmas aos molhos pelo caminho de pedra. E lá vamos nós entre o enojados-curiosos-e-com-cuidado para não esmagarmos nenhuma sem querer.

É certo e sabido, que mais tarde durante o dia, as ditas aparecem sempre cruelmente esborrachadas. E já tinha pensado cá para mim, "mas quem é que passa por aqui tão descuidadamente que pisa lesmas como se não houvesse amanhã?"

A resposta foi um bocadinho menos evidente, mas conhecendo a personagem, já devia ter calculado.

Ontem, ao voltar da escola com um grupo de miúdos, vejo o Guilherme [6 anos] e o avô à beira da erva, com uns paus nas mãos. O Gui é um puto muito curioso que adora dinossauros, aparece sempre com animais de plástico no bolso e se perde a desenhá-los.  [Também gosta de Ramstein, mas isso já vocês sabiam]. Anda sempre a inventar qualquer coisa e ainda hoje passou pelo ATL só para mostrar uma caixa de fósforos com uma joaninha minúscula que tinha apanhado. O avô é o seu companheiro de aventuras e é delicioso vê-los juntos.

Lá perguntei, como de costume, "Então Guilherme, o que é que andas a inventar?" E a resposta, de sorriso de orelha a orelha, foi "Estou a esmagar lesmas." 

{em claro}

esta maluca e eu vamos fazer os possíveis para passar a noite acordadas e dar aos teens da igreja uma noite diferente e especial, via blog.

*

{retro}

 

  

  

  

  

ir a casa da avó é sempre um exercício de pura nostalgia. como é que uma casa tão pequena consegue abarcar tantas memórias?

 

 

{crónicas de sala de aula e arredores}

O Rúben, visivelmente chateado, "Oh Sara, eu 'tou a treinar pa ser ninja e o Fábio só me tá a desconcentrar!"

[O Rúben é um miúdo mega criativo, cujos olhos brilham quando ouve palavras como "exploradores", "aventura", "missão" e, claro está, "ninja".]

OvO

{gratitude journal}

it's growing. one sentence a day, so it's not an overwhelming task. but sometimes it's hard to condense in a sentence all that I am thankful for.

{where the wild things are}

saw {where the wild things are} with sis this weekend and, although I like the book better, I loved the feel of the movie and, of course, the soundtrack, by Karen O and the Kids. I still have to read the original by Maurice Sendak, since it wasn't well known here.

it's funny to see how our brain works. how sometimes the child within just wants to howl and be loud and understood. and how sometimes it's the other way around and we simply want to hide away in a fort, shielded from all that we don't understand.

Max also reminds me of certain boys and girls I've met along the way. children who have a hard time growing up, who act wildly [and even violently] without understanding why they do. children who might use their creativity to escape [usually] into themselves [like Max, portraing himself through Carol]. and these are the ones who most need to be heard and understood, because feelings and emotions are hard things to be tamed. sometimes, you even have to get into their fantasy world to get to know them.

{Harriet, the girl with a garden in her tummy}

Harriet, loves flowers so much that she made herself a portable garden.

{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]