HOLY WHOA. This is why we practice.

This is a re-blog, please, PLEASE go visit her site and read the whole post, and every post before and after. It’s for your SOUL.

“This is why we practice.

For times like these.
You don’t need to forgive until you need to forgive. You don’t need nerves of steel until you need nerves of steel. You don’t need to call on your reserves of compassion, or fortitude, or faith until you’ve used up everything else.

This is why we practice.
This is why, that even when life is ambling along nicely and there’s food in our spiritual cupboard, we still make sure that we get to yoga, or the reading group, or Sunday services.

When we’re healthy and happy we make sure to dance, we hit the court, we pick up the phone to check in, we drop by with something in hand.

When we’re believing in the fairness and the glory of human nature and the so-called Fates, we keep seeking, and meditating on reality, and praying for healing though nothing obvious ails us.

We keep standing up to make our art even when we could be predictable pedestrians.

Because the day will most certainly come, as it does whether you are a whole-hearted Lover or in denial of Grace, that you will be struck down or ground down by life. It can come in tiny tearing heartbreaks five times a day, just walking through your neighbourhood. It could come in the name of tragedy that could only happen once in a lifetime.

And you will need to withdraw the insights that you put into your heart’s escrow. And you will need to call on your people — the unseen and the ones right in front of you — to help you meet the day.” – Danielle LaPorte

More here: Danielle  LaPorte

Thanks for letting me share this bit,

Let It Go

Amidst a storm of things this week, I’ve found myself in this horribly, wallowy place of bitterness and anger and resentment. I was driving to work today with this goal in mind to punch those storms in the face with big fancy words to make myself feel better, uncaring of what it might do to the people on the other side BUT I WAS RIGHT ABOUT THE WAY I FELT AND THEREFORE I NEED TO SAY IT.

For whatever reason, while plotting my emails and texts and phone calls to clear out my head (gosh I sound like a drama llama don’t I?), I looked to the west and saw the moon going down as the sun was coming up. And I realized that it could be that simple. I mean, I could just let it go.

The thing about anger and guilty and resentment and bitterness, is that unless you do choose to explode…it only hurts you. The longer you let it settle in to your bones, the more havoc it creates. The more it feeds your need to feel all of those things, and the more it empowers you to hurt somebody else. Has throwing stones based on any of those emotions ever made any situation better? Here’s what it does do: It sits in your insides and builds this warm cozy fire and prepares a bottle gasoline, and no matter who comes along next with a little bit of pain to throw at you, the fire gets bigger. Your resentment and bitterness for one person is now fueled by two or three or fourteen…and instead of making peace with what is ACTUALLY causing any of those feelings, we let it simmer until we pick one or two to take it out on.

The bitterness that you’re holding onto because of:
That person that hurt you years ago? let it go.
That email you’ve been meaning to send to confront your demons with somebody that has obviously moved on without you? let it go.
The man that chose to walk away from your marriage or relationship or child? let  it go.
The way you don’t feel loved enough by the right people? let it go.
The way you feel when he or she doesn’t believe your truth? let it go.
That person that hates your success and incredible life because THEY’RE cooking a resentment fire? let it go.

As the moon goes down in the morning and lets the sun come up with a clean slate of a day, let it go.
Pull up those cute galoshes and bust out that pink polkadotted umbrella. Storms are going to come and go, but how you choose to react to those storms is what makes you.

“Peace requires us to surrender our illusions of control.
We can love and care for others, but we cannot possess our children, lovers, family, or friends.
We can assist then, pray for them, and wish them well, yet in the end their happiness and suffering depend on their thoughts and actions, NOT on our wishes.”


I can’t win…OH YES I CAN.

No matter how hard I try, I’ll never be able to please everybody. My ideas, beliefs, and faith are my own, my choices are mine all mine, and I have strong independence and passion running through these veins; all things that I’m growing attached to more and more, and disliking the pressure to change any of them.

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Here’s the funny thing about change.

The more you grow, the more you succeed, the more you’re provided for, the more you’re happy, the more you’re win, the richer you get, the more people will criticize, envy, gossip about, and glare at you over. They’ll try to hold you back, slow you down, and help you fail. They’ll try to tell you that your happiness isn’t real, that your provision is temporary, that your success likely came from some evil doing that you’re not bragging about. As Taylor Swift put it, “people throw glass at things that shine.”.

Here’s the best thing about change.

You have choices. You can choose to let people treat you that way, or you can not. You can hush up, or sing louder; write bolder. You can get bitter and angry and play their games right back, or you can polish yourself up and get your shine on brighter. You can’t control how people will treat you, but you have a choice on the amount of time they spend in your life because of their decisions. Nobody is perfect, but if you are on a path laid out by the rest of the world’s expectations, where the heck do you expect to get?

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I’m not writing this blog any reason but for a self reminder that, oh hey!, I don’t have to care that your envy and misery is over-boil that you’re spilling on me. I get to keep loving you, forgiving you, and moving on my shiny way. And when I set my mind to it, I’m pretty darn good at all three.

Air-kisses dahlings,

Quote Love:

“You are always a valuable, worthwhile human being — not because anybody says so, not because you’re successful, not because you make a lot of money — but because you decide to believe it and for no other reason.”

“Live on purpose, live with purpose, and with constant, loving attention to that purpose. You can make life good in your own way no matter what.”

“It’s your obligation to share whatever you can spare, instantly and with no expectations: once the gift leaves your hand, it was never yours to begin with.”

“We can love and care for others but we cannot possess our children, lovers, family or friends. We can assist them, pray for them and wish them well, yet in the end their happiness and suffering depend on their thoughts and actions, not on our wishes.”

Wordy Wednesday: #12! I know, I KNOW!

Goodness, I need a nap.
I know it’s Thursday, but yesterday, I was all “I’m skipping work all afternoon to go see a bunch of friends and dye my hair, BYE!“, and so I did.
And I took a friend with me with long, straight, untouched hair and talked her into a perm and hair feather. We went to THE best hair girl I’ve ever had, at Chella Bella’s in Cheyenne, WY. It went like this:


We'll call this my purple PANIC face



This one is called "my coworker definitely caught me taking pictures of myself in the parking lot, hiiiiiiiiiii Christie!"

My favorite thing about red hair so far, is that it’s different in every single light. I want your honest opinion though, how’s it look?! I’m naturally….something other than red. I can’t even tell you anymore.

Sometimes I feel like I take my job for granted. I love that I have a job, and that fact alone far outweighs any of my complaints about it by far. Most days. 😉

I decided the other day that I need to write a blog about how “You know you’re getting old when…”. Example #234: You turn the radio down, or even off in the car, rather than up.

Project Office. I need to find a way to rearrange something somewhere in one of my rooms for an office/homework room. And I need a cute desk and a big handsome desk, and fresh paint. That’s as far as I’ve gotten so far.

Biting my tongue is an old habit reborn Lately, I’m finding it hard to pick the right battles, because I want to fight for everything. Blame that tall, passionate guy I stand next to.

Facebook and Pinterest have proven that I’m not the ONLY one that thinks murders hide behind my shower curtain waiting for me to squat. Thank everything that my sanity is being saved by time sucking websites. See all my LOL-worthy Pintersting things here: It Will Make You LOL.

My prayer journal is started! I bought the journal, and a cute little Bible to go with it, and I’m working on finding time to meditate every night. It’s funny how the second I started doing it, I had a lot more to be thankful for, than things I was wishing on.

Two things that have really stuck out to me lately:

Mark Twain’s Quote:

But who prays for Satan? Who in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it most, our one fellow and brother who most needed a friend yet had not a single one, the one sinner among us all who had the highest and clearest right to every Christian’s daily and nightly prayers, for the plain and unassailable reason that his was the first and greatest need, he being among sinners the supremest?
Mark Twain’s Autobiography

John Cusack’s Quote:

Let’s go with Jesus. Not the gay-hating, war-making political tool of the right, but the outcast, subversive, supreme adept who preferred the freaks and lepers and despised and doomed to the rich and powerful.

Ok I lied, and this picture, that my friend Ayzlynn found! (cool name, right?! Cool girl to match it! She has a blog here: Every Day Fairytale!):

Regardless of your religion, how you feel about prayer and/or meditation, who you choose to worship or not worship, we could all use a bit of a different perspective on how we ask for things, and our expectation OF those things. You’re asking for more vehicles, when you have one that runs. You’re asking for better health, when all you have is a cold. You’re asking for more money, when you have a roof over your head. You’re asking for true love, when you’re surrounded by it.

I’m stepping off my soap box with this: You get what you get and you don’t throw a fit!…and maybe, just maaaaaaaaybe, we should through in some gratuity for it too.


Because, simply because.

The best part of my afternoon, aside from drinking a cream soda (seriously, it takes like 7th grade and sunshine, because it’s been that long since I’ve had one of these) is discovering that imperfection, madness, and chaos IS perfection. Deep right? It all started watching three of my closest friends battling turmoil in their relationships…and this quote:

“He’s not perfect. You aren’t either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human and making mistakes, hold onto him and give him the most you can. He isn’t going to quote poetry, he’s not thinking about you every moment, but he will give you a part of him that he knows you could break. Don’t hurt him, don’t change him, and don’t expect for more than he can give. Don’t analyze. Smile when he makes you happy, yell when he makes you mad, and miss him when he’s not there. Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you.”
― Bob Marley

try to tell me that’s not the prettiest thing you’ve ever read, try. I plan on stapling it to my forehead actually, to remind myself every day while I’m putting no my face, that it’s my own standards that are holding me back from seeing perfection, not his actions or anybody else’s.

It’s no secret that relationships are hard, or that everybody goes through spells of dislike, distaste, and annoy when you’re living with a mate for a more than 2 second period of time. It’s not if you’ll go through it, but when. You’re not going to like his dirty laundry, the way he piles the clothes on the floor, the way he leaves his toothbrush unattended on the sink instead of away. You’ll probably hate the way he laughs at your least favorite show, or the way he acts around certain friends. You might even disagree on major political, religious, parental, or moral issues. Sometimes even, you’ll find him unattractive, you’ll feel repulsed and guilty for feeling repulsed. But the thing is, if you don’t go through hard dry times, you’ll never have the opportunity to appreciate the good.

He should challenge you. He should be able to bring out a deeper laugh, and a more powerful temper in you than you’ve ever had with anybody else. It’s like having to eat enough broccoli to put up with the chocolate intake. You can’t have it good all the time.

More wise words:

Saying you’re sorry doesn’t mean you’re giving up or admitting that he’s right. It means your relationship is worth more to you than your pride.

I can feed you all the most gorgeous quotes in the world, or, you can just remember that there are two people in this…and that your dirty laundry doesn’t smell so good either. Endings aren’t always happy, this I know, I’m just saying that it takes both of you to create both the beginning…and the end. It’s not every one person’s fault that there isn’t a chocolate-filled relationship start –> finish. Hold yourselves to a standard of grace…not perfection.

*Sips Cream Soda*

Wordy Wednesday: #7!

(photo credit AND link to this discovery below!)

-I’ve reached a point in my life where I have more to be thankful for, than things to complain about. Bliss. Then again, the older I get, the more I realize it’s all about perspective, and it’s really always been that way.

-You’re raising a child, not an inconvenience. Please don’t drug your kids with cough medicine, benedryl, or any other under the counter – over the counter junk. Their little systems take enough of a beating without your “help”.

-You don’t actually have to show up to every argument you’re invited to! Cool, right?!

-In just over a week, I will be introduced to Teen Witch for the first time. Should I be nervous?

-I feel a karaoke night in my soonishfuture, who’s in?

-“When you travel, and when you read, you are not actually alone, but rather surrounded by other worlds entirely, the footsteps and phrases of the whole other lives keeping you company as you go.” -Shauna Niequist, Cold TangerinesHarry Potter immediately jumped to mind when I read this. What book last took you somewhere amazing?

-Lemon Drop martinis are my new favorite sippy drink. It tastes like summer. ❤

-Today I was thinking, “Wow, I really have found that once-in-a-lifetime love!”, and then I realized that phrase is really quite silly. Everything we do is an opportunity for once-in-a-lifetime since we only get one chance at this living thing. The love you’ve got, is what you both make of it. You only get one shot with him too, you know?

-Ready for something profound? Arvada, Colorado smelled amazing today. They were having some BBQfest or something downtown, and ohMY.

-Oh! I was supposed to do that photo credit!
If you copy and paste this website into your browser: http://networkedblogs.com/n0g1P, you’ll be pleasantly surprised by that picture I used at the top, AND the words to encourage you to trust yourself more. “I want my life to be built on my own terms. I want to follow my dreams, not my mom’s, my sister’s, or my best friend’s.”

-I have two photo shoots this weekend! I’m stoked! I showed some of my latest favorites on my blog yesterday: My Photography: https://ruggedgrace.wordpress.com/2011/09/13/my-photography/.

You guys!! Have a fantastic week, ok?!


Wordy Wednesday: #3!

-I’ve decided I learn things the hard way, every time. And I’m a better person , and my girls’ future is brighter for it. Assuming I learn.

-I had a future cheeseburger in my yard last week. Blog to come.

-I can actually predict that I will be an emotional disaster on Thursday. A skill most women would kill to have, and most men would appreciate. Actually, it’s just that my oldest is starting school. *sobs* Admittedly, I’m stoked to take pictures and write all day about it. That’ll be my rock, I think.

-Opportunities are growing on our apple tree in the back yard. Well, we don’t have apples, but lordy, we have opportunities. And trees. Deciding when the picking is right is the hard part!

-I love this:

…but on the surface, everything’s fine.

Fine. I freakin’ hate that word.

Too often, when you say fine:

* You mean “just putting up with things as they happen to me”
* You don’t actually feel connected to your own life
* You are so busy doing your life, you don’t remember the why behind it all

Fine is a placeholder for amazing. And isn’t amazing what we really want?
(found here: http://www.stratejoy.com/joy-juice/, and if you haven’t subscribed to their emails or liked their Facebook page, and you’re a girl that needs to be inspired…do it.)

-I’m such a space cadet, they should probably name a space shuttle after me, make me captain, and require me at least seven co-pilots.

-Thanks to a few calls to my sanity, I’m actually really excited for Kindergarten starting. I’m more worried about the logistics, like “how will she find the right bus you guys, they all look the same“…I should probably just park outside the school all day. Every day.

-Living beautifully is the sweetest revenge. Somebody hurt your feelings? Threaten you? Make you think twice about what you’re feeling or thinking? Live it out and prove them wrong.

-Nightmares start at age 3 with the monster in the closet (or walls, with my three year old), become more gruesome and real-life-possible, and never end from there. Can you imagine what it’d be like to actually sleep like a baby?

-I’m guilty of making somebody else’s big deal, a small deal. Making them feel inferior or ridiculous for blowing it out of proportion. Are you?

-“I heard you yesterday, Naomi. I heard you last week, too. I do wish, however, we’d talk more often. Always there for you, God”

-Think that all is well; that there’s time, that life is easy, and that the best has yet to come. Think that the reasons that elude you will one day catch up, that the lessons that have stumped you will one day bring joy, and that the sorrows that have crippled you will soon give you wings. Think that you’re important, that you cannot fail, and that happiness always returns. And think that you’re beautiful. …because what we think, becomes. ♥

-I don’t ever ever miss being pregnant. I was told I’m weird for that. I’ll stay weird then, thankyouverymuch.

-&&&& my favorite pictures from this week:


Not only in love, but madly.

When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away… (Iannis to Pelagia)