NaBloPoMo; The Art of Self

I read, usually at the in betweens of dawn, of true beauty and depth of soul. I learn of how to better express feelings and passions. I feel a connection in the little details in which we all go about life on different paths intertwined.
The worlds vastness engulfs my need to swallow everything I set my eyes on.
I am provoked and pushed to share all that my eyes filter thrives from as my heart pours out what makes me ‘me’.

Now, more than ever, the creative fiery embers need release in order to fulfill and satisfy my deepest self.

Monday Motivation; Be Yourself

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Some 12 years ago I was soaking up the culture and gorgeous architecture of Paris. Up in the clouds of Montmartre I came across these stylin’ characters. I look at the courage and creativity these people have. Are these not the type of people who inspire? Are these not the type of people who walk to the beat of their own drum and usually want everyone to join in?

Being your own person, comfortable in your own skin is so important!

When I was young I never stood out as confident or comfortable with myself. There is always a bully or child that enjoys making fun; every generation has them. ‘Children can be cruel.’ Children can be as honest and as blunt as they come.
It is, however, how you deal and move on in these experiences that have the power to shape what you become. However, sometimes we just need to learn the first steps of loving ourselves and dealing with diversity.
I really love the initiative that Dove has regarding empowering girls. The high percentage of young girls that quit doing things they love because of body image or confidence is such a shame.

I used to work in a Grade 2 classroom helping with reading, activities and building safe relationships through play. I truly felt like I made an impact on certain children’s ability to cope and their level of confidence by the end of the school year.

As I get older, more than ever, I see how crucial good role models, close trusted relationships and open conversation is for children. It’s a source of strength and reassurance that we all need during points throughout life. I am finding lately that friendships I have are helping me along to look at my surroundings, and my mothering, in different ways. Friends offer advice just when it is needed the most.

This blogging community is actually a beautiful way to break away from yourself without the pressures of face to face criticism. This community is supportive and encouraging. There are all walks of life just being themselves and sharing what they love.

There has been times when I have looked back on events that I chose not to participate in because of personal reservations. I know now that I should have gone. If I had felt uncomfortable I could have just left. People regularly miss out on learning new skills, gaining long-lasting relationships or just pure fun.

Today and from now on I urge adults to share positive pieces of reinforcement, compliments, encouragement and advice as well as their time in activities with children; alongside their parents.
Today and from now on I urge you to let yourself be you. Go try things and leave your inner critic at home.

“We are our own worst enemies.”

If you are always worried about what people will think or say, then you never will be free to show them what makes you tick. You might miss out on great jobs and learning things about yourself. With all the billions of individuals in the world there is bound to be handfuls of others that really get you and see the beauty in what you say, offer and the image of what is You.

Don’t limit yourself!

https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/viewing-nook/

https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/five-minute-friday-imagine/

http://talinorfali.wordpress.com/2013/05/19/what-makes-you-a-stronger-person-how-do-you-handle-life/

http://www.joeseeber.com/a-free-school-under-a-bridge-in-india/

Daily Prompt: Singin’ in the Rain

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This is a previous photo I had named Bullseye.

A perfect rainy afternoon. Well, those four words are perfect in and of themselves.

When it rains I prefer to have a window open so the raw smells fill my house. This allows the sounds of birds and raindrops, hopefully the odd thunder-clap, as well. The best rain is warm. It would be the shower that puts the world in a darkness apart from occasional light breaks.

Now that scene has been set…
Candles, pillows and sweet drinks; whether it be tea, chocolate milk or smoothies. Crunchy snacks.
Perfection would be cuddling with my daughter and husband reading or talking. After a few good books it would be wonderful to browse through photos.
I always seem to need a bit of organizing or project finishing being done when it rains. It feels much more rewarding while it rains. An unexplainable release of creative juices that I can’t allow going to waste.

After cooking together nearby the open window then eating a light satisfying meal, grilled chicken breast on a huge salad comes to mind, we would go out onto the covered front porch and just watch the rain with a glass of wine. Most likely my camera would be present.

After my daughter has gone to bed I would finish a perfect rainy day with my husband as we watch a movie on the couch; with candles, munchies and the windows open as the dog lies at our feet.

Tomorrow is meant to thunderstorm all day and I am going to do some baking and listen to music that I have been missing. Since it is Fathers Day, our meal will be steak and lobster tail. I wish I had bought some ice wine..

Blossom

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As anyone who follows my blog or keeps regular tabs on my posts knows; I am taking a lot of pictures of flowers from different perspectives and birds lately. These are the blossoms that my daughter likes to pick.

I believe I’ve been looking for something. When I know what it is I will let you know. I do know that I think I will find what I am looking for if I add a macro lens to my camera.

Has something like a camera lens ever helped you find what you were looking for?

Daily Prompt: Goals

When you started your blog, did you set any goals?
In starting my blog I was new to the Social Media world. I did not have Facebook, twitter or Google accounts.
So, my first goal was to research and learn as much as I could about how to use it and how they all connect.
Another goal I set was to commit to writing a little bit towards posts 2 days per week to result in at least one post per week.
My final goal was to reach 50 followers. This was a number I would use to gauge when to sign up for my own domain and hosting so I could branch out into having ads and promoting people and products.

I want to take a moment to thank my followers for faithfully liking and commenting on my blog. It is so encouraging, humbling and heart warming to know that people want to know every time I post so they can see what I have to say. I am officially addicted to you and making my blog fabulously interesting.

Have you achieved them?
I have achieved all of these goals with the exception of owning my domain…

Have they changed at all?
I have ‘upped the anti’, so to speak. My new goals are as follows:

1} Start hosting with Bluehost and import all my content to new site. Hopefully I don’t mess it up, wish me luck… Anyone know if I have to backup my site and to where, or how to find them again!?

2} Apply some techniques to get more traffic with better tags, frequent conversation on my new twitter account and finding even more great blogs to chat with.

3} Treat my blog like a job in the sense that I will sit down for a predetermined timeframe every day to write, read, search and research. I would like to do 30 minutes, to start. This decision was made, in part, as an attempt to post more frequent, quality content.

4} By October I would like to enable ads and start promoting products/businesses/people.

Well, now it’s official. I have published my goals. It becomes much more crucial or perhaps concrete when you tell someone a plan.

Good luck with your goals!

Daily Prompt: Too big to fail

I am the type of person that can answer a question straight, but, I can also elaborate, have questions or have more than one answer. The divergent thinker in me never rests. Ask and you shall receive. My heart rests in many places.

Which leads me to the question of a prompt:
TOO BIG TO FAIL

I would like to buy a house, flip it, rent out my house and move my family to Europe (Spain) for a year. While there I would mentor photographers, work part time in galleries, cafes and anywhere that catches my eye, volunteer and go on weekend adventures around Europe with my family. While in England, I would search library archives in hopes of finding family records and spend quality time with family.
(Yes, I know it’s a mouthful. Hence why I wrote the first paragraph as a lead in)

I haven’t tried this because it is a huge risk and there are too many unknowns. Money, or lack there of. If it was just me it would be a different story. I’m not willing to involve my daughter and husband in such an unpredictable endeavour. It would also take a great deal of organized chaos. I claim to be pretty organized but, honestly, I don’t feel I would be on that grand of a scale.

I guess I’m a grown up now that I realize I can’t let myself ‘fly by the seat of my pants’.

http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/05/17/daily-prompt-too-big-to-fail/

Comfort

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Comfort food is a draw. Where do we learn this? Of course comfort food is a reminder or memory as well. A favourite part of young family life, tradition carried on.
A child draws comfort from being held.
A feeling. A touch. A smell. A voice.
A baby nozzled into their mommys’ chest; listening, the hum and beat of a heart which grew bigger when they met. A warmed pillow of safe, true love.
As an adult I haven’t grown out of wanting and needing comfort at times. Why would you want to!? A comfort in knowing you are not alone. A ground. Your personal womb-like blanket.

I feel that comfort is a powerful need in everyone’s life. The familiar, soothing comfort of a loved one, an object, a person, an embrace, food; comfort. Everyone needs it at some point. A feeling that takes over, quiets your mind and body.
That feeling that evolves from deep inside. It’s like a warm light. When the warmth fills you, then you are comforted.

I’d like to know what it really felt like as an infant to be comforted by a voice, embrace, smell and heartbeat. Euphoric, most likely.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Comfort”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.