12 in 2012

I close my eyes. and breathe in. the air is warm - and even this, is a gift: breathing in warmth. so much surrounds me. so much thankfulness abounds. it is a comfort to be encompassed with so much to be thankful for, but then my mind turns to all of those who are not comforted by these little luxuries we label as "must have's" or "couldn't live without's." like this laptop I'm typing on right now. we - I mustn't ever forget to be grateful. truly grateful.  

>>-----> twelve bits of thankfulness in 2012 <----->

{one} family to call my own {that includes pets ;)}

{two} friends and kindred spirits {near and faraway}. 

{three} soul food. 

{four} ordinary life documented in journals and ponderings scribbled down on scrap pieces of paper.

{five} scintillating diamonds sewn into midnight skies. 

{six} new, fuzzy yarn. 

{seven} a pound of red and white striped twine. 

{eight} cups of steaming hot tea. 

{nine} pomegranates. 

{ten} languages and words.

{eleven} gypsy autumn breezes and springtide blossoms.  

{twelve} if God's in His heaven, all's right with the world. 

happy thanksgiving, darlings! I pray you have a blessed one as we reflect upon all the goodness of God's provisions. 

xoxo,

the girl giving thanks in the  garden. 

sentimentality.

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"s o m e t i m e s," said pooh, "the smallest things take up the most r o o m in your heart..." 

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I like things that hold real meanings - those little things that have no particular significance to anyone else but to the dreamers who make them such. like the stains and wrinkles in the recipe paper I have to smooth out when I make a beloved pumpkin spice cake. like the last drop of that sunflower body wash that evokes memories of my Orange County adventures. like my "sixteen grande" starbucks cup being drowned in the afternoon shadows. like the thumb-prints and dog-ears of past letters from this girl that shows I read and re-read them twice over. like a ribbon that tied up a past Christmas gift. or the chipping nail polish on my toes. because like the hearts that hold these little sentiments so dear, they have stories. they have meaning. they show the sentimental sympathies of all souls - even the cold iron cages who boast of the strength the world presses.stories we all look back upon composed of the little things in life. and it seems like they are not as little as we once thought they were...

----scribbles from my journal

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disneyland adventurists // part iii

here it is! the third part of our disneyland adventures {finally!*whew*}. this will be a not-so-wordless wordless post as I will be letting all the still do the talking. ;) enjoy, darlings!

{here's a vlog which Johanna actually let me share with you guys...}

thanks for joining me on my most recent disneyland adventures. there will definitely be more posts of disneyland in the future, but for now I'll have to bid the magic kingdom farewell. 

lovingly,

the girl in the garden.   
postscript - what would you like to see at the "happiest place on earth"?

disneyland adventurists // part ii

"I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh."

 Audrey Hepburn  

laughter is like a song that never loses its sweetness nor ever grows old. it seems as though laughter is the only thing that truly lasts through time. like how most of our cherished memories that we keep tucked within our hearts are filled to the brim with laughter, because in laughter it reminds us of the good moments - the moments of laughing with those you hold most dear, laughing over the silly things we humans do, and knowing that even though life isn't anywhere near perfect there is always a reason to be happy, really truly happy, letting one's hair down and just laughing. because if God's in His heaven,

all's right with the world.

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round and round we spun. the world became a blur but only two things were in focus : the two souls I was immensely blessed to call my two dearest friends. sunbursts and sunbeams danced wildly through the flickering trees. *snap, snap, snap* I witnessed this spinning world through my viewfinder as my shutter clicked to the melody of laughter that floated through the air; my hair whipping about passionately. 

the tea cups slowed, our tea party had ended with wind-whipped hair and giddy smiles, and photographs that captured the memories that will forever be locked in my heart...     

next stop :: a walk down the newly paved street of Radiator Springs

the girl in the garden.