By this point, I feel like you’ve probably heard my visa story. My friend know it, my family knows it, my coworkers know it, heck I feel like people in outer space know it. For months I have been telling the same story over and over again and now, finally I can say, “Actually, I have some good news!” That’s right, as of today, my visa application is officially (finally) proceeding as normal! I plan on celebrating by going to bed early and bamishing the word “visa” from my vocabulary for at least 24 hours.
Another month has disappeared and suddenly it is April. It’s hard to believe how fast everything is moving when every day seems to stretch on forever. Tonight I’m taking one of my friends out to dinner to celebrate her graduation. It is raining right now, and snow is in the forecast next week but I can almost feel the ground coming back to life. Spring is close.
Poem of the week will follow, it is poetry month after all🙂
It’s the end of February already and we’re rushing towards March.
I have a new design project at the moment and I’ll give you a little hint by showing you one of my first mood board collages.
Outside of that, I have a new wrist brace, new nail polish and a lot of reading.
Until next time,
A man and a woman pretend to be white ice / Three men at the lavender door are closed in by the storm / With strong prejudice and money to buy the green pines / One weekend fisherman and blue painters watch
I can’t believe that February is nearly over! I’ve been busy with my classes this week (as always). Taking two lit. classes gives one an incredible amount of reading, who knew?
I did want to take this opportunity to share my printable schedule that I use in my bullet journal/planner. It took me an embarrassing long time to make so, I’d like someone other than just me to get some use out of it. This semester, I have no classes on Friday so I made a four day version as well as a five day version.
The month of January has been hard, but not as hard as December. The cold weather has finally set in and it wears me down as cold weather does. But there have also been good things. I’ve been taking an intensive course on International Maternal and Child Health which has been enjoyable, I have submitted my study abroad application for next year, and come April, I will be costuming a new show, as lead designer. Things are looking up though there is still a of of winter left to go. I only have one more week of classes before my week off, I want to make it a good one.
I’m starting valentines now in the hopes that I might finish them on time this year🙂 My focus right now is on the language of flowers I’m primarily using Kate Greenaway’s “Language of Flowers” but I’ve also heard good things about “The Language of Flowers” edited by Miss Ildrewe
On the topic of Valentine’s Day, there’s also this link to instructions on how to make roses out of hard candy (which is exactly my kind of crazy) and a Red Velvet Fudge recipe
On the topic of fudge, now I want to make German Chocolate Fudge because it sounds amazing
For other food, things I want to make include, semolina pudding (which I remember from my childhood), this breakfast panzanella (I am literally always up for panzanella and have I mentioned how amazing Molly Yeh’s photography is?) and this recipe for sarson ka saag which I have never heard of before
On a completely different topic, I’ve started bullet journalling for real (as in I now know what it’s called). Sites I’m really loving for inspiration are Blue Paper Trail, Without Elephants, Boho Berry and Tiny Ray of Sunshine.
Poem of the Week:
Next Time Ask More Questions
Naomi Shihab Nye, 1952
Before jumping, remember
the span of time is long and gracious.
No one perches dangerously on any cliff
till you reply. Is there a pouch of rain
desperately thirsty people wait to drink from
when you say yes or no? I don’t think so.
Hold that thought. Hold everything.
When they say “crucial”—well, maybe for them?
Hold your horses and your minutes and
your Hong Kong dollar coins in your pocket,
you are not a corner or a critical turning page.
Wait. I’ll think about it.
This pressure you share is a misplaced hinge, a fantasy.
I am exactly where I wanted to be.
Copyright © 2015 by Naomi Shihab Nye. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on April 9, 2015, by the Academy of American Poets.
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And Then It Was Less Bleak Because We Said So by Wendy Xu : The Poetry Foundation
Today there has been so much talk of things exploding
into other things, so much that we all become curious, that we
all run outside into the hot streets
and hug. Romance is a grotto of eager stones