One Day More

From what I’ve been gathering, I’m not the one who has got the soundtrack of Les Miserable running through my head. The lyrics arise within me when I wake, I hear the melodies when I drift to sleep, and I singing all through the day. Although I was expecting to enjoy the movie, I wasn’t expecting the kind of reaction I’ve had. There is a passion and fervor that has permeated my very soul.  

Fight. Dream. Hope. Love.

It’s not just me, is it? Can you feel it? Does it speak to you?

And it all feels so timely. I can think of no better way to end 2012 and begin 2013 but to hold onto these ideals, these words, this music…the celebration of the power, strength, and resilience and of human spirit.

“One more dawn
One more day
One day more!”

the last of 2012

What does your last weekend of 2012 look like?

Today's prompt : warmth

Sunday's prompt : peace

time for rest

I felt it coming a few days before Christmas...scratchy throat, stuffy nose, a little achey. I popped some vitamin c, gobbled down a few oranges and carried on. It just wasn't enough. I'm down for the count with a nasty post-holiday cold. 

What to do? Snuggle into bed with some hot tea, my laptop, a few favorite magazines and plenty of rest. I can't believe how much I've been sleeping. Sometimes the body needs a break and the only way to make it happen is to knock us right off our feet.

Are you taking time to rest, relax, refuel...hopefully before your knocked off your feet? Share a little glimpse of cozy...comfort....recuperation with us today.

Love

As I sit here to write this post, I ponder on what else is there to say about love that hasn't already been said and reiterated.

But here is the thing, when it comes to picturing love, it is probably the single most personal thing one can capture, because we each have been touched by it in a very unique and special way. Love that is bigger than ourselves, love that endures time and hardship, love at first sight, and love found in the most ordinary moments.

As we decompress from the hoilidays and start our countdown to the new year, I want to invite you to look at your own precious life with the intent of capturing love that is real and that is simply yours. The love only you can feel and see, but that is also understood and felt universally.

Shoot, share, and then tuck that sweet love reminder forever in your heart.

Let is Snow

Snow. So many of you today are out there playing in it, thoroughly enjoying it. Or maybe you're  cursing it. Two years ago, we traveled to Illinois to spend the holidays with my parents and it snowed on Christmas Eve. It was magic, I tell you. magic. I grew up with snow but for most of my adult life, have only lived in cities where snow is a rare occurrence. I'd forgotten how magic it is. How quiet it is. How it so silently covers every little thing in sight. How it seems to make color and light sing.

Today, show us magic. Snow magic, that is. Dig up the old favorites. Or, if you have snow, get out there in it and make some new ones. Whatever the case (or whatever the weater), share a few shots of your outdoor surroundings with us here with us today as we recoup from the haze of the holiday.