Princess Bride

I think that at least once in her lifetime, every girl ought to be able to feel like a princess.

Just to know what it feels like.

What does that mean?

It means to feel attractive in a world that most of the time makes you feel decidedly unattractive.

Special.

Valuable.

Secure in the identity of an inherent worth.

What does it look like?

It can look like anything, I think--that's the beauty of it.

But today, it looked like this.

A Princess Bride.

She is truly lovely, with or without a bridal gown.

But, sometimes the truth can seem--to us-- to be buried under layers and layers of other feelings and is unable to be felt at all.

Not that I'd know, but I'd imagine that satin and pearls help it to be felt a little more clearly.

Just a guess.

I hope that for the two hours we spent together, at least, Cheryl felt like the most beautiful princess in the world.

And I hope that every time she sees the photographs, she'll remember what it felt like.

..Sand..

Summer would be a great time to be jobless, due to the extreme proximity of some of the most gorgeous beaches I have ever seen in my life. But a jaunt to the beach is lovely any time of year, even in the dead of winter (winter, of course, being a relative term…)

I never realize how windy it is until I’m on the island, and my camera and I were nearly blown away today. The beach was a haze of blowing sand as fine as sugar. In just a few months, that same sand will be baked by the sun until it’s a danger to incautious toes. I can’t wait.

Flickers of Light

There’s something about candles that whispers a soothing peace into the atmosphere.

But beyond the aesthetic appeal, they are an absolute necessity in my light-less, lamp-less room. If the house ever goes up in smoke, I take full responsibility. But in the meantime, the Chez Luz will be a place of numerous little glows and peace and a cacophony of scents that jumble together to be entirely indecipherable.

My brother is visiting me this week. Ridiculously photogenic, he humors me by allowing me to photograph him. Repeatedly.

He also helped me paint the ocean on my wall. He is spectacular.

Icicles, Icicles

This pitiful flower stopped me in my tracks on my morning run. I can totally feel its pain, even though I don’t have icicles hanging from me. The new year has brought an unexpected temperature drop that not even the bright sunshine can make up for.

An Uncertain Sort of Stability

Signing that lease was the scariest thing I’ve done all year. Granted, the year is only four days old, but the terror will no doubt linger throughout the rest of 2010, springing up at the most unexpected of moments to make my heart skip a beat.

But after I shove the terror out of sight, it is replaced by something that, in all of its trepidation and expectation, resembles excitement.

This gypsy won’t be living out of a suitcase this year. Who would have thought?

Jade

I brought the ocean into my room today. It’s called Jade, is smeared all over my hands and feet, and smells of paint; but in my mind it’s the crashing waves of an ocean that will allow my restless heart to feel a bit more at home.

Home. I feel like an alien stuck in the midst of a mess of boxes and dust and chaos. I’ve come to the realization that I dislike moving, unless it involves simply packing one’s belongings into a suitcase and skipping continents.

Too cluttered.