loving life // chasing dreams.

and I could go...

// running //

// and racing //

// and dancing // 

// and chasing // 

// and leaping //

// and bounding // 

// hair flying, heart pounding // 

// and splashing // 

// and reeling // 

and finally feeling....

>>----now's when my life begins.----> 

I had a dream. it wasn't like ordinary dreams. 'twas merely a "quiet thought" to which my heart pondered whence I lay amongst the day lilies and smelled their sweet perfume. 'twas a hope when divine providence sent a beam of sunshine upon me, a hope that taught me how to truly rely on Him. it became a silent word. a murmured prayer. a desire to which I began to pray about fervently.


joy planted her seed within my heart, but the growth was in soil scattered with pebbles. yet through it all God sent hope to water joy's seed. to nurture and encourage its growth. hope provided roots, and as days went on hope became "the tree of life."

yet time has a way with stealing such joy, by robbing joy's seedling of her beneficial nutrients such as peace and trust and hope...that the small seedling's growth became slow, but through it all God was faithful and sent the little plant, drops of water - whispers of encouragement. it grew. and eventually blossomed into a flower whose beauty I could never have imagined.

all those years watching from the windows

all those years, outside looking in...

"I've been staring out of a window for eighteen years. what if it's not all that I dreamed about?" 

"it will be." 

"and what if it is?" 

"well, I guess that's the beauty of dreams, you get to go find a new one."

~flynn and rapunzel from tangled. 

all those years waiting and dreaming and praying. and now before my eyes, it's coming true.

I am in awe. this has only been a snippet of God's ultimate plan. so for now, I will continue to dream and pray and hope. for who knows, dreams come true everyday. and mine is just the beginning...

lovingly,
the girl in the garden chasing her dream.

{images via pinteres} 

decide what you want to be and GO be it.

it started with a seed, an idea. it was planted and grew into a seedling with pink walls and swirly background. and from that seedling...

it was transformed into a garden. 

"planting" this little garden o' mine, I never could even imagine that I would have over 300 readers from around the world reading just a small-town girl's ramblings. I learned to accept that I did not live in an exciting place but learned to call this little glen my own. I went through stages, my loves and interests began to expand, published my triumphs and faults, and through the years of it all, I began to nestle a dear fondness for this little online place. and you were there. every step of the journey. excitement always {still} surged through me as I heard from ladies across the country exclaim what an inspiration this little place was, the authoress a small-town girl of fifteen....

now, I stare at my typewriter and have no words type. my pen has stopped quivering. new dreams linger on the horizon and beckon. the world swims before my eyes. but my little garden calls me back again. as of late, I have wondered if this dear little place is holding me from leaping forward, from the growing and maturing into the young woman I want to become...and if it is time to pen my the final chapter.

yet...one thing I have learned from this blogging experience is...it's so hard to say goodbye. I look back and tears slip down my cheek when I think of all the memories I have created, how many beautiful words have been strung, all the work and time invested, how many friendships have been built...

this is my life. I can't throw it all away. not now, not yet.

 however, I am changing and learning to accept my passions and talents and "weeding out" the talents that I am not as passionate about, even though I enjoy them very much. I dearly love to blog, but my true passion is crafting - making things with my hands. and I want to give my passion, my all...I want to bless others with it and glorify the Creator who gave it to me. 

but for now, no, I am not going to "pen the final chapter," even though my well of inspiration is slowly draining. I do believe this is not just a mere stage of "uninspiredness," but perhaps, a step towards a bigger dream. a dream, He's implanting in my heart, and this is just the beginning... 

so will you join me for the new journey? 
lovingly, 
the keeper of the garden. 

postscript :: thank you all for the support you have given me, even though I have not been posting often. the warmest of welcomes to my newest followers as well! I hopefully will be posting a vlog soon to give you more details...any questions while I'm at it?  

may // spring's crescendo

{all SOOC} 

it starts with a note. 

one note. 

on a white canvas. 

small and insignificant. 

softly and sweetly, quietly it begins. 

'tis but a slight noise, yet the beginning of a masterpiece composed of trills and bases. 

each a separate melody.

amidst the sunshine and blossoms, the trills and twitters, there is a sound. 

softly it began with each delicate bloom, until a crescendo is strummed. 

color bursts onto the white canvas, how small and insignificant it began.

fluttering on wings made of hope and dreams, 

bluer now the sky nears, lovelier the treetops appear

each piece has a melody, each season a crescendo. 

do you stop to listen to the orchestra outside the window? 

purple sunflare // yellow tea roses // breath-taking sunsets // sewing projects // floral wrapping paper // dreams of the future // new life // flea market finds // vintage letters // afternoons at the theatre  

is it a wonder I returned? 

but I have. and I am happy. have a million photographs to share, and stories to tell. 
in that, I'm a bit overwhelmed as my favorite photo editing program shut down, my studies have just realized that 'tis my final quarter and jamming everything they didn't seem to "have time" to fit into this final month, birthday present making, summer agendas planning, and a new blog design that must somehow take place soon. 
and, may has finally graced the calendar. spring's crescendo, summer's prologue. another chapter to be written. 

what flowers have grown in my absence? 
lovingly,
the girl happy to be back in her garden.