pink coffee kind of afternoon

Have you ever felt so inspired that you just had to get your hands on anything you could and make something? That’s what I did this one morning. I wanted to create, I wanted to make what I was looking for and to find my style by following what I was already feeling. So I pulled down our ombre-dyed curtains in the living room, gathered books and some muffins for my breakfast and got started.

I had planned to shoot some images of my prints that morning, and then it evolved into some images of my morning nespresso, favorite style and art books, and even my new Melissa shoes. My favorite part of this improvised morning was how the look changed by taking photos through painted glass. I see the world through my own, creative eyes, and looking through glass adds even more details.

My phone's reflection might be in the glass, but this bottom right image is my fav!

My phone's reflection might be in the glass, but this bottom right image is my fav!

Wearing my first pair of Melissa sandals (I think this makes me an official Brazilian girl now!) as I drink my morning nespresso and simultaneously flip through a style book, eat my breakfast, and prep a mini photoshoot. I'm always doing so many things at once. One thing inspires another. Just one glance at a picture sparks other ideas, and I'm rolling on a non-stop momentum of creativity. 

So, about these sandals, I'm loving them. They're so comfy and I have been wearing them almost everyday. The thick straps give a more modern look and the pale pink color, which is basically a nude, makes them pair well with many outfits. I am planning on getting another pair (or two) that I spied the day I picked these out. I tried on a pointed mule-like flat called "she" that was just so different, so modern, and yet so classic. They felt a bit too pointy at the moment, but I do keep thinking about them. What do you think?

I discovered the Melissa brand some time after I started traveling to Brazil and could smell whenever someone was wearing them (they have a sweet, fruity scent). I honestly was holding off because of the scent and style options, but over the past year I have been eying the new styles and colors and I chose this pair from their Preview collection for a Christmas "surprise". (Sandals in December - because its summer here!) 

Spilled my espresso on my book while looking into the lens and not realizing how much I was tilting the cup.

Spilled my espresso on my book while looking into the lens and not realizing how much I was tilting the cup.

Lately, this is how I'm spending my moments. It's intentional yet vital, because it's what makes my heart come alive, each moment leading me a bit closer to myself and the desires I dream of making happen. And this is where it happens, in moments like these, that we do what we love and take moments to pursue it - it's no longer just dreaming, but acting on what we want to happen!

I hope you enjoy this post and that it sparks some life inside of your heart to go after what makes yours fly, too!


P.S. Check back for the "Friday Inspiration" post where I'll share my weekly inspo.


My creative process: painting on glass and fuji instax pics

Do you ever wish that moment's wouldn't end and that the depths of creativity would just keep coming?

I've been meaning and planning to share more of what I do with all of you. I've also doubted myself to the point of just never bringing them into the here and now. Today it's happening, and I hope that you enjoy the visuals and that they bring some life to the words I usually share.
I'm a writer and a dreamer, and it all happens in whatever form I can get my hands on. Some days it's all deep words, while other days it's paint over magazines and papers. And this week, it was paint over broken glass sheets that an older man was sweet enough to give me by the box full. 


It was a confusing, and for that matter, frustrating day. But I painted it out and took pictures of it all. I happen to make beauty out of what I find to be the opposite - until I realize that it's all beauty. Sometimes it's just not until I reach the other end that I realize it as being so. Yes, it's beauty. Yes, it's art. And this is what I do. 


I made strokes along the clear glass in pink and purple, and the deliberate movement set me in motion towards the dreams I've been planning.  The boxful of glass is now half painted and waiting for a special new photoshoot that is coming up for a whole new project. 


I surround myself with journals, papers, my bible, markers, and the pile only grows with the creative moment. I love using fine point Sharpies, and my favs are metallics. I get ideas and write them down, reach for other things around the room and mark art with them, too.  


Music makes me soar, so I've always got something playing. I'm always alternating between romantic classical, the piano guys, bethel music, and my new favorite playlist by Katie Rodgers on Spotify. 


Looking through a piece of textured glass that appears broken and useless. It's little remaining corner makes magic.


Playing around with possible stroke designs for the upcoming project.


Documenting my work with more pictures using my adorable pink Fuji Instax Mini 8 camera. I always loved taking pics with my bulky polaroid as a teen, and this new little edition is more portable and so fun!

I'm going to end this post here, but there will be more! Let me know what makes you inspired, and please share this post with your friends who love the creative process, too.

Parting words of inspiration for you:



a doorway to your heart


A mental illness and its painful symptoms is not merely our enemy, but a doorway to our heart if we choose to see it as so. It embodies everything that we equally long and refuse to be known. It screams what we never let cross our lips and thinks what we are afraid to feel. And meanwhile, we are trapped and tormented, enslaved by what our heart longs for us to be. What else could the treasures of darkness be than to see our thoughts for what they are? And they are treasures, because they unlock our mind from the chains that we ourselves hold the keys to. 

Depression is a strength, a deep control masked as weakness. It’s a power that isn’t recognized as such because that’s just it, it’s a secret with which we fool even ourselves. On the outside we are abused and hurt, but on the inside there’s a world of control. It’s a world perversely reversed, one in which we accept the bad in order to practice our authority in return. It all happens in silence. It’s a mindset so far, one of fantasies and displays of authority that never reach the outside world. There the power is practiced and imagined until it touches reality in a way that wasn’t. Distortion then overrules and the mindset once used to survive and control now enslaves.


Originating desires continue to feed distorted or undesired ones. These are the thoughts that should be seen and known, for they are the answers buried beneath the distracting ones created above. It’s painfully confusing because the thoughts that are thought and the heaviness that lingers are not only unwanted, but they’re also desired. It’s the hardest part to reach because it’s the hardest part to own. 

For darkness is not just in the world, but also in us, and the moment we decide to acknowledge it and bring it forth, the whole world becomes light - because that’s what we become too.

We become free of oppression and darkness when resistance is surrendered and let go. As soon as bitterness and anger are released into the air, so are life’s pleasures. They’re lovely, wild and free and coming of us. The music and flowers are the same and people didn’t change, but something shifts within. The difference happens in us. 

Shout out your pain for what it is, write it and paint it and dance it out. When the darkness storms in, remember that it will pass. You will come back. Hold on. Peace and reality is waiting for you, waiting for you with arms wide open for when you return. It believes that you will. So believe, believe too. 

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waters that bring you home

thoughts inspired by a friend's post today - who happens to be just across the ocean. She described homesickness that came with the view of the ocean waves, and stirred up a bunch of my own memories and waves as well. 

This one's for you, Kelsey!

The vast waters that appear to separate us are the very ones that unite us. When you look at their foaming waves and their sound causes memories to rise, remember that the waters crashing at your feet are the same ones crashing there. They're vast and great and in your favor, for their fierceness spanning the oceans deep is what connects and keeps you home.