Conjuring

We didn't go to any barbecues this year for the 4th. We didn't go to any firework shows or light any real ones off for that matter. Instead, we took the pups to the city to visit Sterling's sister and her kids. We hiked in the dark to a nice little summit and watched the city. We saw all of the firework shows all at once in different areas of the city.  We listened to soft meditative music and shared quiet stories as the wind put dirt into our hair. Later that night we headed home to play with sparklers of our own. 

We didn't have the typical holiday. Instead we did exactly what we wanted to do. We conjured up magic of our own. We practiced our own individual freedom. The freedom to do what we want, dress how we want, and the freedom to make our lives exactly what we want. Sometimes people forget the power they have to create their life. I know that I do. I often forget how powerful my own thoughts are.. how hard it is to get stuck in a rut, because the thoughts get too comfortable. I often forget that I can make the life I want, exactly how I want it through my own magic.

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Slow Motion

Today has been weird. I've been moving in slow motion it seems. I woke up super late because of a migraine that ranked a ten on the scale of pain. (Anyone else have a pain scale?) Plus, I've got some pretty sore muscles from shoveling yesterday. I should probably work out a bit more so my little muscles don't scream at me every time I try to do hark work..

Because I've been so sore, I feel like have been going in slow motion. The animal's here have had a strange amount of energy. I've got three little fuzzy animals running around the house in circles! And I'm here moving in slow motion... Nubi knocks an ornament off the tree, so Meko runs over to start chewing on it, and Wicket, the police man he is tries to monitor everyone for me by picking fights with anyone who he feels needs it. So everyone is running around like crazy and I'm wobbling around after them reluctant to leave my heating pad... So, today has been a slow motion day. I'm an extremely dynamic person and I like a lot of quick movement and action... so I'm trying to be okay with the fact that I am moving so slow today.



Though, yesterday was a slow day too... and an inkastrophe. I went to fill all my orders, but ta-da... my printer ran out of ink, and my fine art paper! All at the same time. No problem. I could go get more.... So, I went to the local ink and printing store, where I plan to one day get my lovely continuous ink printer. So, I chat to the friendly and knowledgeable printer guy. I ask him for the ink I need, tell him what kind of printer I had and everything... My bad for not actually checking the box he put in the bag, he gave me the wrong ink! So now I have to wait until I can go back, try to get a refund on the opened ink, and go hunting for the right ink. So, I'm feeling extremely set back even more.

I'm hoping all orders will be out tomorrow. So, I'm sorry if you are waiting on an order from me... I promise they will be out before Friday!

 So for now, let's enjoy this peaceful photos I snapped a few days ago and hope it looks like this tomorrow without all the ornaments thrown off to be chewed.

Also, I'm hoping to put some presents under there real soon.

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Magic

Everything in our world is connected to everything else.
Once something is joined, it is always connected, whether it remains physically linked or not.
I believe this goes with people too. People have the ability to make lasting connections with one another. I'm not meaning just eye contact, or job connections. But, to be in sync with someone.  The way I see it, is like two guitars, totally in tune. The vibrations match up exactly.
Some people are different notes creating a cord, and some are the same note as another person. I feel like meeting someone, the same note as you, perfectly in tune with you, creates quite the lasting and beautiful connection. The two sound waves, are heard as one, but amplified times two.

We must become in our lives the things we choose to experience as our world.  We have all the power we need to create the changes we choose. To tap into the force of the universe, we must see ourselves as part of the world, not separate from it. Our focus of our awareness becomes out reality.



We all have the power to heal ourselves. Despite what most of the world believes and was conditioned to believe since birth, you have the natural ability deep within you to consciously and permanently heal yourself from pain, illness and disease. By connecting with a healing energy buried deep inside us, a regeneration effect spreads through your body and mind.

We all share a sense, deep down, that there is much more to this world than meets the eye. Deep down in our ancient sub-conscious, we all know that there are almost magical powers within us all. During our childhood we all knew we had magical abilities, but as we grew up, we learned that in "reality" these abilities don't exist. But, despite that, we all have the power within us. The first step to rediscovering it, is to simply accept this.

This life is actually very perfect, 

especially when you realize how extremely powerful the mind and body actually are.

A Post With Meaning

I feel like I've been a bit MIA lately.
Though, I do post every day.. I feel like they haven't been too personal.
I guess I've been busy.
Busy with painting, busy with planning, busy with just life.
It's hard to explain, because I don't feel like I accomplish much.
Haha, now I feel like I'm writing an email.
Speaking of emails, I have a lot to catch up on.

Anyways, this week went by super fast, didn't it?!

I started off with bleaching my hair.

It took three bleaching sessions, and one toning session to get all the red out. My hair felt a bit like straw, so I'm letting it heal a bit before I put any color back in.
I bleached it all out for three reasons.
1. It's starting to get warmer and sunnier, which means the sun will bleach it naturally... so I get to save money on dye!
2. I LOVE change. Especially when it comes to my hair.
3. Being platinum blonde is SO fun.

I do miss my pink hair though! I've been having dreams about wanting to dye it pink!
As soon as I find some time, I will.

 Wicket hanging out while I paint..

 Wicket hanging out while I work online...

 When Wicket is not hanging out with me while I work, he can usually be found watching people out the window. He yells profanities at everyone he sees. Like an old man yelling at the children to stop skateboarding on our sidewalks. I couldn't be more proud to be honest.

Exactly one week from today will mark the year since Mowgli's passing. If you follow me on twitter, you will know what this design is.. other than a cute silhouette of my puppy. :)

Me getting ready to paint, which sadly didn't get to happen yesterday.

I felt pretty darn classy drinking my tea from this skull cup.

And I found this great quote, and got a screen shot from my phone. Money has been a big issue since I stopped working for sales in the hat shop. I'm so happy to not be overly busy with hats so I can make more art. The money is a lot less since art isn't as hot of an item.. but I honestly can't complain.
I'm a girl who is easy to please.
I have food, a house and I get to do what I love.
Money doesn't matter. 

Life is pretty beautiful guys.

Monday Morning

Last week was hard... I miss my Mowgli so very much. Not a day has gone by that I haven't cried for him. I'm sure this will continue for a very long time. But now it's Monday, last week is over and it's time to get up and live life again. I need to create, paint, knit, crochet, cook and sew. I need to go on adventures again, I need to explore and find some beauty in the world.

I can't wait until spring, where trees start to blossom and flowers start to grow. It's been very dreary all week. I'm lucky to have wonderful people in my life who have given me some cheer. Brad and my aunt both gave me some beautiful flowers which I keep in my room to keep it looking bright and happy.

It's time for me to work extra hard, and save up to get a vehicle and place to live... being in this house reminds me that he is gone. Where I would normally hear his footsteps I hear nothing... where he would normally be playing, I see nothing. And that is driving me a bit crazy.
It is time to get out of my parents house.. and start living a new life.

"Turn your face to the sun, and the shadows fall behind you."
---Maori Proverb

Life

This is something I have not really talked about here. It's been a few months, and I am ready to talk about it with you guys... Some of you may not know, and some of you probably only know a little bit of what has been going on.

I'm Rachael, I'm 22, and I just got divorced.  I married young, I was just barely 20 when I got married... If you look through my old posts you will see posts of me and my ex together. I don't believe in deleting them, so feel free to look.

Where I live (Utah), divorce is pretty frowned upon. I'm not really a supporter in divorce myself. I believe in love and marriage.

(Though I'm not in any rush to get married again.. believe me.) 

I believe in relationships, and working hard, and fighting through the hard times.

BUT I am also a believer in standing up for yourself, and being treated right.

I gave it my all for nearly two years. I won't go into details, but I was abused physically, and emotionally.. I felt so alone while I should have felt loved. I was ignored. I sat alone not talking to anyone for days while my ex was playing with friends.

I didn't feel that it was right to accept being treated that way, and just keep living my life, day to day being ignored, insulted, and neglected. I wanted to find someone who would treat me right, and if I couldn't find that someone, then I would be fully prepared to live my life alone. (I still am.)

It took a lot of strength and courage to come to my decision to leave. No one really truly understands how hard it is unless you have been through it... and I know some of you readers have been through this.

I was living in Memphis when I made my decision. I didn't have much money, I didn't even have a car. I had to rent a car, pack everything up and drive back home to Utah. Alone. I was terrified, and I felt so little and all alone...What would life be like? Moving back to my old town, seeing the people who gave me wedding gifts. Seeing the people who told me marriage was a bad idea.. admitting I was wrong. It would be very embarrassing, but I was determined to change my life. I realized that I was missing out on someone who would care about me. After all... No one really gets sick of loving. People get sick of being neglected and ignored and insulted by someone they love.

Sometimes, life feels like it's shattering around you.. everything is falling apart. I choose to give my life to someone. I planned on staying with this person forever, having kids and growing old together. And then next thing I knew, everything was falling apart.

But I felt hopeful.

Because you always have a choice.

I could have chosen to hate love, hate life and hate everything. I could have locked myself up in the house for days and days. I could have given up. But I didn't, and I won't.

Life is still beautiful, and people are still beautiful.  

Love is still beautiful.

Life is as good as you want it to be. 

And after everything that happened, and everything I've been through, and will go through...

Life will be beautiful.

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