A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor — such [...]
Tag: dreams
Balanced Perspective
For as long as I can remember, I have loved taking pictures and capturing moments. Much like writing, it never gets old. It just feels like something I need to do...I can feel it in my chest, this burning desire to express myself by freezing time (through words or photos) and sharing these memories with [...]
The Root
"It’s true our lives can pass small and unnoticed by the masses, and we are no less dignified for having lived quietly. In fact, I’ve come to believe there’s something noble about doing little with your life save offering love to a person who is offering it back." -Donald Miller, Scary Close Recently, I have [...]
Where Dreams are Cultivated
A couple years ago, with numb fingers, stiff crossed legs, and my largest ugly sweater to keep me warm, I sat on the damp grass of an Encino soccer field and blogged while the 5 year old boy I used to nanny was running around at soccer practice. In my idealistic, introverted world, I prefer [...]
What’s Your Cave?
Our culture tends to center around how we can get what we want and become "happy." What they don't prepare you for, though, is what to do when you get everything you thought you wanted, yet still feel completely empty. Almost six years ago, I had just moved out to Los Angeles to "live the dream", [...]
Does Your Life Have Meaning?
"Smoke, nothing but smoke. There’s nothing to anything—it’s all smoke. What’s there to show for a lifetime of work, a lifetime of working your fingers to the bone? One generation goes its way, the next one arrives, but nothing changes—it’s business as usual for old planet earth. The sun comes up and the sun goes [...]
Life is short, eat the ice cream.
Today as I write to you, I am enjoying an ice cream cone, sitting at a park in Atlanta, waiting for my husband to get out of a meeting for his film, "Confessions of a Prodigal Son." It has been pretty amazing to get out of Los Angeles for a little while and put life [...]