night dreams, day dreams

so, for everyone who knows that i'm obsessed with jack white... GOOD NEWS! I FINALLY HAD A DREAM ABOUT HIM LAST NIGHT! (i supposedly had a dream about him about a month ago when krystle was sleeping over and heard me sleep talking, saying "oh jack! that's such a good idea!" but i don't remember, so i'm not sure it counts.)

anyway, so i met him somewhere. his hometown (tennessee) or mine. he was super nice and allowed me to come back to his place where there was all sorts of musical instruments. i asked/begged him if he would sing me a song. after some hesitation, he agreed. so he busted out his electric guitar and sang "dead leaves and the dirty ground" he was totally theatrical and putting on a show, i loved it. he even did some kick stands during the instrumental part. well afterwards, i was on the verge of tears, and he asked me why it touched me so much. i said something like, "i just LOVE your voice. it's so interesting and i love that it's not perfect. it just ignites a PASSION in me that i haven't felt before. and i don't know where to aim that passion yet but i'm just so thankful that it's there..."

to be clear, i like jack's voice but it doesn't really ignite a passion in me. haha. but i still think it was a really cool dream and i bet deep down it means something important.

end.

a poem on fasting

Is not this the fast that I have chosen? to loose the bands of wickedness, to undo the heavy burdens, and to let the oppressed go free, and that ye break every yoke?

Is it not to deal thy bread to the hungry, and that thou bring the poor that are cast out to thy house? when thou seest the naked, that thou cover him; and that thou hide not thyself from thine own flesh?

Then shall thy light break forth as the morning, and thine health shall spring forth speedily: and thy righteousness shall go before thee; the glory of the Lord shall be thy reward.

Then shalt thou call, and the Lord shall answer; thou shalt cry, and he shall say, Here I am. If thou take away from the midst of thee the yoke, the putting forth of the finger, and speaking vanity;

And if thou draw out thy soul to the hungry, and satisfy the afflicted soul; then shall thy light rise in obscurity, and thy darkness be as the noonday:

And the Lord shall guide thee continually, and satisfy thy soul in drought, and make fat thy bones: and thou shalt be like a watered garden, and like a spring of water, whose waters fail not.

-the great poet ISAIAH

temporal

*love your neighbor(s market)

*my yellow house / my purple tree

*flower - not photoshopped - photoshop is a lie

*adrienne and ariel

*sexy lady circa jan 08, circa roscoes

*there's a rainbow in my closet

spiritual

*all pictures taken at temple square

while we're on the topic...

o.m.g.WANT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

waiting here for you

it's been a while since i've made my way over to payless, but it looks like my boredom payed off tonight! i guess i have been out of the fashion loop, but i was thrilled to find the "designer" section of this site - apparently high fashion isn't selling at the moment due to this economic situation, and legit designers are making cheaper versions of their gems and selling them at prices the general public can actually afford. their loss is my gain! not to mention, the store is having a sale at the moment. buy one get one half off. i suggest you do just that.



these two little beauties are in the mail and i only spent 40$ total! wooooo!

the light light

Yesterday in my applied parenting class, I learned the most important thing I've ever learned in formal education. This lesson was taught to me by an amazing man, Davee Chandler. Why is he so cool, you ask? Because he has a long beard that matches his long hair that fits right in with his tattoos that probably looks great on his harley motorcycle that he rides to his LDS church where he teaches and serves with one of the strongest spirits I have ever come across. He thinks parenting is the most important feat anyone can undertake, and to quote him, he is "violently attached to his integrity." So cool.

So a lady in my class asks how she should handle her grown child who she feels is messing up her life, has anger problems, and won't speak to the mother for months at a time.

This was Davee's answer. (Excuse the bullet format as I am copying directly from my notes.)

*This applies to all HUMAN RELATIONSHIPS.

-Our tendency is to pay attention to what's going wrong. That's what was done to us!
-"Discipline" has a negative connotation. Don't you think of discipline as punishment?
-"Disciple" is a follower. Would you want to follow someone who was constantly punishing you?
-Discipline should be a reward for a job well done.
-Our society is messed.. 60% on a test (MAJORITY right!) is FAILING.

*If unwanted negative behavior is darkness, how do you make darkness go away?
-YOU TURN ON THE LIGHT!
-(What if you want to make it dark [to watch a movie?] You turn on the dark, right? NO. You turn OFF the light.)
-Light governs dark. It always has. It always will.

-So, helped loved ones find the light... and the darkness will go away.
-Negative behavior is the absence of something (light)
-Replace it with positive behavior.

He then went on to talk about the law of attraction, and how people will be attracted to our light.. they will sense the glow.. they will come to us for healing. "Let your light so shine..."

Some students mentioned, well can't you have too much self esteem/confidence?
-NO. You can have too much other esteem, but not self esteem.
-Humility is not playing small (*see Nelson Mandela quote)
-Whenever people were crying at Christs feet or something, Christ would always bid them.. arise.. (stand with me, talk with me..)

SO, that's basically it. I suppose I already knew this from something I learned in general psychology (positive reinforcement is the only way to change behavior) and well, everything I've learned from the Gospel. I guess I've just been reminded, and I want to share these truths with you. I hope you can ponder it and feel the truth of it as well.

"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 is 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 are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others." -NM

nbp

good morning. i was just noticing... some people blog about EVERYTHING. like, they document with a photograph every move they make, and then they post about the disgusting pairing of foods they accidentally came across, etc. i wonder if this is a disease: people think that if they do not blog about an incident, it never actually happened. nonblogophobia. you heard it here first.

also, AFTON! i had a dream about you. i dreamt that you moved into the small awesome vintage red brick house across the street (does not exist) and we kicked your roomate out and had a sleepover. it was fun. i guess maybe that dream wasn't blog-worthy. maybe i have NBP.

the truth.

May I refer to a modern “last days” testimony? When Joseph Smith and his brother Hyrum started for Carthage to face what they knew would be an imminent martyrdom, Hyrum read these words to comfort the heart of his brother:

“Thou hast been faithful; wherefore . . . thou shalt be made strong, even unto the sitting down in the place which I have prepared in the mansions of my Father. And now I, Moroni, bid farewell . . . until we shall meet before the judgment-seat of Christ.”

A few short verses from the 12th chapter of Ether in the Book of Mormon... Later, when actually incarcerated in the jail, Joseph the Prophet turned to the guards who held him captive and bore a powerful testimony of the divine authenticity of the Book of Mormon. Shortly thereafter pistol and ball would take the lives of these two testators.

As one of a thousand elements of my own testimony of the divinity of the Book of Mormon, I submit this as yet one more evidence of its truthfulness. In this their greatest—and last—hour of need, I ask you: would these men blaspheme before God by continuing to fix their lives, their honor, and their own search for eternal salvation on a book (and by implication a church and a ministry) they had fictitiously created out of whole cloth?

Never mind that their wives are about to be widows and their children fatherless. Never mind that their little band of followers will yet be “houseless, friendless and homeless” and that their children will leave footprints of blood across frozen rivers and an untamed prairie floor. Never mind that legions will die and other legions live declaring in the four quarters of this earth that they know the Book of Mormon and the Church which espouses it to be true. Disregard all of that, and tell me whether in this hour of death these two men would enter the presence of their Eternal Judge quoting from and finding solace in a book which, if not the very word of God, would brand them as imposters and charlatans until the end of time? They would not do that! They were willing to die rather than deny the divine origin and the eternal truthfulness of the Book of Mormon.

For 179 years this book has been examined and attacked, denied and deconstructed, targeted and torn apart like perhaps no other book in modern religious history—perhaps like no other book in any religious history. And still it stands. Failed theories about its origins have been born and parroted and have died—from Ethan Smith to Solomon Spaulding to deranged paranoid to cunning genius. None of these frankly pathetic answers for this book has ever withstood examination because there is no other answer than the one Joseph gave as its young unlearned translator. In this I stand with my own great-grandfather, who said simply enough, “No wicked man could write such a book as this; and no good man would write it, unless it were true and he were commanded of God to do so.”

-Jeffrey R. Holland, General Conference Oct 2009

Read the whole thing here please. :)

oh comely

this is my favorite song. it just makes sense to me.