tonight

These:

This:

and these:

and sometimes I just smile.

North Carolina dreamin'
Making an instant friend
Delicious hot tub
Toxic.
"Party room!" [censored]
Friends/couples/love
late night bike rides
spontaneous engagement photos
star-gazing
air conditioning
red dirt from lake powell
the last air band (as opposed to air bender...my family rules.)
sunburns and tan lines
thrifty
hawt friends
watching people biff it on the slip n' slide.
barbecues in the cove
starbursts
Ingrid Michaelson
the eighties and their style
INDIE FIXX
beirut in twenty days...
and
june was really good.

{see this on Flickr}

In a word?

Happy.

Happier than I've been in a long-ish while.

I went on an adventure today.
A biking adventure.

More information to come tomorrow.

day 7 {fly}

I would like to begin this post by saying...

the Scottish Festival was incredibly awesome. Awesome costumes, awesome bagpiping, awesome food, awesome date...I had a fabulous time.

I even went out on a limb and got a henna tattoo. Yeah, that's right. I'm a rebel.

{My dashing date wielding a sword.}




So, that being said, here's day seven..."fly".
 

{see this on Flickr}

There are so many things that apply to flying...your soul can fly when you hear a piece of beautiful music, or you can watch birds fly in lovely formation, or maybe someone wishes that they had the gift of flight. In any case, flying is somewhat of a mystery. It stirs something inside of you - doesn't everyone wish they could fly? Just sprout wings and take off, flitting from perch to perch, on top of the world...? Beautiful. I chose to capture colorful ribbons flying in the wind. They weren't completely free--they were attached to something grounded, but they weren't totally bound either. They were free enough to float in the wind, something I think applies to everyone. While the gift of physical flight was not given to humankind, gifts of spiritual flight were given - metaphoric flight. Though we cannot levitate from the ground, our minds can soar to enormous heights if we let them. (She waxes philosophical! Quick, listen up before it disappears!!) We can fly in our talents, our love, our passions...those things help us grow wings. Our families, loved ones, significant others - ideally, they all help us to fly. We can fly when our hearts are full, or when we laugh until tears stream down our faces. We do have the gift of flight. We just have to learn.

day 4 {heavy metal}

{see this on Flickr}

Creativity boot camp?

Lovely.

I'm thoroughly enjoying myself.

And today was fantastic. Spendin' time with a few of my friends...laying in the grass, taking pictures of whatever struck my fancy, pretending to be cool, secondhand shops, $2.00 shirts, swimming, snocones...the second week of summer is proving to be just as good as the first.

and so, the first week of summer ends with my 100th post.

Highly successful, I must say.

Monday: too far away to recall.

Tuesday: on the town, listening to great tunes, and making friendships stronger.

Wednesday, and Thursday: business plans with Blythe, and the start of a [potentially] rich-making summer. Also, randomly showing up on friend's doorsteps and watching funny YouTube videos.

Friday: stalking strangers with fabulous people, getting calls from delicious concert-goers, and balloon-splatter painting ventures.

Saturday: Doritos and lemonade in the cemetary with the best friend, and partying it up birthday-style.

Sunday: incredible yellow sky, post-apocolyptic driving, musical chats, Shakespeare memories, journal writing, and a good book.

New music, too. A lot.

And new perspective.

Highly successful indeed.

summer is finally here, and the school year...

...is over.

Time for

swimming,

the beach,

and sno-cones...

all day long.

this summer?

tea parties

picnics

the creek

photoshoots

Snoasis

sitting on the curb

laughing on the grass

swimming everyday

swingsets

earning money

reading every book possible

barbecues and chicken salad

warm, starry nights

making cupcakes

waking up first in the morning

waking up last in the morning

playing with my siblings

constellations

sundresses

Deseret Industries

the blog

craftiness and headbands

sidewalk chalk

snuggling up with blankets and a movie

running around in the rain

being barefoot

sewing projects

eating lunch at home

finishing online classes

exercise

Tangies for breakfast

random dance parties

motorcycle rides

Gilmore Girls

surprise parties

Quidditch

the cove

balloons and jump rope

blowing bubbles

journal writing

ferris wheels

choir parties

buying a new swimsuit

French braids

overalls

sleeping in a tent

bonfires in the canyon

voice lessons

umbrellas

finding garage sales

driving around with Christian

Jimmy John's

St. George with best friends

fugitive

breathing with the wind

listening to birds

opening my window

ice cream cones

summer lovin'

fantastic friends

summer twenty-ten

postmarked to the season

Lovely Spring,
Please don't leave me ever again (until your sister Summer comes to visit. Then you may go.) But for now, please stay awhile. Your lilting breezes ruffle my hair in a teasing sort of way and your sunny afternoons beg to be enjoyed. I like the way the trees look this year - in the past, they were just babies, but now they have truly blossomed. And thank you for the rain! Oh, the rain. My umbrella has been used and I have already made plans to buy some galoshes (but only if you promise it'll rain again. Otherwise, it might not be worth it, seeing as I'm...completely broke.) Anyway, the rain was wonderfully welcome. And did you know that I flew a kite the other day? The sun was shining, debris from a lovely picnic was sitting on the grass nearby, and my date was fantastic. That day was perfect - thank you, Spring. Everyone could use a little more kite-flying, I think.

With affection,
Caroline

Adventure is out there!

t’s heading our way,
so grab your scarf and goggles, let’s fly!
I’ve mapped out our journey, we’re up here to stay.

A sunset is our home.
A moonbeam we will own.
My Spirit of Adventure is you!

  


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