A Distracted Life by Michelle Lanae

Friday, June 24, 2011

Mad tea party

The next few posts will be all about my birthday party.
Planing for this event began in April.
My vison of a mad tea party seemed so extravagant that i realized my birthday could be the only excuse .

To begin with the decorations and party prep

chinse lantern from china town with a chersire cat hanging in mid air

painted red roses with cards

tea cups chess sets cards

mirrors

rose close up

more mirrors

tea set time

tea cups

lantens

lanterns from cindys wedding

we hung the lanterns from icle lights

artifical flowers to hide zip ties

roses again daddy got these for me from costco last week i love them

we found every chess set in the house and srt them up all over

the queen of hearts

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

LDS.org - CES Fireside - Lessons from Liberty Jail

awesome talk that i just read for class and i think this poem goes with

Instructions

One night in deepest sleep, I dreamed,

Upon the beach I walked.

The Lord was by my side each step

As quietly, we talked.

Then on the sky my life appeared;

Each chapter was serene.

Two sets of footprints in the sand

I saw in every scene.

And then I noticed in some parts

Of discontent and strife,

Just a single pair of footprints

In the worst times of my life.

"Lord, you said you'd walk by me

In good times and in bad.

Why then weren't you with me

When you knew my life was sad?"

"My dearest child," God whispered,

"When you suffered then, I knew;

The single pair of footprints

Were those times I carried you."

By ken brown

LDS.org - CES Fireside - Lessons from Liberty Jail

you can hear to the talk by clicking on a button labeled listen

click on the waterfall to see it close up

bridal viel viewing point was just a white clould

another cloud of mist at lower falls

dogwoods!

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

camilles away and i miss her

dont these look like alubum covers

I found these old pics

arent we cute

our hair matches the grandmothers

look under the hood mom is blond !

jasmine footy jamies i knew stlye

camille passed out at a wedding

posing I am such a poser

I love flowers so here is a little thought

This morning the green fists of the peonies are getting ready
to break my heart
as the sun rises,
as the sun strokes them with his old, buttery fingers

and they open —
pools of lace,
white and pink —
and all day the black ants climb over them,

boring their deep and mysterious holes
into the curls,
craving the sweet sap,
taking it away

to their dark, underground cities —
and all day
under the shifty wind,
as in a dance to the great wedding,

the flowers bend their bright bodies,
and tip their fragrance to the air,
and rise,
their red stems holding

all that dampness and recklessness
gladly and lightly,
and there it is again —
beauty the brave, the exemplary,

blazing open.
Do you love this world?
Do you cherish your humble and silky life?
Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath?

Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden,
and softly,
and exclaiming of their dearness,
fill your arms with the white and pink flowers,

with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling,
their eagerness
to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are
nothing, forever?

from New And Selected Poems by Mary Oliver

(c) Mary Oliver

Quotes

"you do realize that self loathing is not the same as not eating cake" Laurie ann
that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round, `lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw, `lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.' `But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked. `Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: `we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.' `How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice. `You must be,' said the Cat, `or you wouldn't have come here.'
Penny Pingleton: Oh, no!
Inigo Montoya: I just work for Vizzini to pay the bills. There's not a lot of money in revenge.
Inigo Montoya: That Vizzini, he can *fuss*.
Inigo Montoya: Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Penny Pingleton: ...I don't know why we have this room, but there's food, water, a bed, gas mask, Russian language books...
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.' We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we're liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." (A Return to Love: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course in Miracles", Harper Collins, 1992. From Chapter 7, Section 3])
I don’t make choices based on the way I characterize myself I characterize myself based on the choices I make - Camille