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“…far beneath the bitter snows, lies the seed that with the sun’s love, in the spring becomes the rose…”

I don’t remember a lot of things; usually I cannot help but be clutched by the whittling hands of life.  Sometimes when I sit perfectly still and trick myself into a soft slumber, my dreams swiftly manage to escort me away from my weary life to places where the memories that I can never grasp are born.  In my dreams I may visit a lush though over growing garden, deep in the crevices of May.  The amber sun bores heartily on my back as I explore the garden. I lean over the harlequin grass to move the messy thorns with such care not to harm myself, I spy an object of such beauty that not even the garden’s excitements could not compare. As a larger quantity of thorn-ridden branches fall clumsily to the grass, something amidst the tiny alcove where the thorns were sparkles.

Such an object would be found being sculpted by angels in the depths of heaven; it’s a rose.
 
The rose shimmers as I reach out to caress one of the seemingly everlasting rose petals.  To touch the cerise petal would have the same effect as if you were to stroke a dove’s feather.  I look back to my hands and gander at what they have become; the rose’s angelic magic had gently wafted away from the petals onto my hand.  I could see other beatific glitter which was lightly floating away in the wind to other pastures, much further away, perhaps some with roses that were as blue as an impossible moon emitting a serene ultramarine.
 
Surrounded by thoughtful, tranquil scenes, the depth of my slumber intensified…
 
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Homemade Limoncello

I’ve always wanted to make homemade limoncello. For those of you who’ve never had it, limoncello is an Italian lemon-flavored liquor. It’s often sipped as an after-dinner drink because it’s quite sweet. To get the flavor just right, making this requires around 80 days for it to steep. That gives me just enough time to make it and bottle it for gifts for the holidays (I plan to use cute little bottles with custom-made labels and tags).

I found a great recipe online at Epicurous.com, and I’ve typed it up and re-formatted it here should you want to print it out and give it a whirl. If it’s too pixilated or fuzzy on your screen, be sure to double-click on the image for a higher quality version. Or, simply pop on over to the Epicurious website. Happy sipping!

Get Lost with Me…Just for a Moment…Lost in Eachother

Love is a wonderful; F***ed up thing…

  

You’re talking to a girl who has had her heart broken, cried for continuous hours, yelled and screamed for help.  A girl who turned her back on the world and a girl who did nothing but love someone who couldn’t, wouldn’t, love her back.    

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are and how they fool me every time?”    

If I could have just one wish, I would wish to wake up to the sound of your breath on my neck, the warmth of your lips on my cheek, the touch of your fingers on my skin, and the feel of your heart beating in rhythm with mine…knowing that I would never find that feeling with anyone else.  You treat life like a picture; but it’s not a moment frozen in time.  It’s not going to wait for you to make up your mind.    

I’m sick of all these broken love quotes, sayings, and stories; but there’s nothing else for me to fall back on.  You’d never guess a girl so happy on the outside is breaking down on the inside; walking around with her heart shattered.  The girl who laughs her head off everyday; you’d never guess she’s covering up a million tears behind her smile.  I’ve learned that goodbyes will always hurt, pictures never replace having been there, memories (good or bad) will always bring tears, and words can never replace feelings. ” Sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow, we must fall in order to know.  Sometimes our vision only clears after our eyes have been washed with tears.”    

“The words you scribbled on the wall, the lots of friends you didn’t have…I’ll call you when the time is right (or when I’m too weak to take a stand…”    

No more holding it in; how many years can I pretend that nothing ever goes the way it should?  No more sitting in this somewhere-in-between place hoping that you may one day see things my way.  The truth is that I don’t think you ever understood or will ever understand.  I rip up your pictures, throw away your letters…I turn off our song and cry even harder.  I look at my face and see what you’ve done.  My eyes can’t betray…I hate you because you’re so beautiful to me still…so perfectly…imperfect.  I hate you because I loved you too much.  You destroyed me and for that I’m bitter; I’m damaged.  Behind every “I’m fine” is a mind full of confusion.    

I want a guy that will make me happy; someone that will make me smile every time I hear his voice.  Someone that will love me unconditionally.  You’re weird, obnoxious, crazy and a complete idiot; and yet I can still think of you and smile.  Being happy doesn’t mean that everything is perfect; it means you have decided to look beyond someones imperfections.    

“Everybody wants happiness; nobody wants pain.  But you can’t have a rainbow without a little rain…”    

Love me without restrictions, want me without demand, accept me how I am.  You gotta take the good with the bad, smile with the sad, always forgive; but never forget.  Learn from your mistakes, never live with regret.  People change and things go wrong; but just remember… LIFE GOES ON.    

LOVE: It’s such a short word; easy to spell but hard to define.  I am a hopeless romantic.  I believe in wishing on stars, soul mates, and love that never ends.  And yet, sometimes, I feel like I’m the only single person alive.  I feel so alone.  No matter what I try to do; I’m often left in solitude.    

My heart has to prepare itself for whatever bullets may come out of your mouth.  I’m living in an empty room with all the windows smashed; my heart aching like I’m walking on broken glass. “She’s an artist; a painter actually.  See the “smile” she’s painted on her face?  It’s her most famous masterpiece yet…”     

**This entire blog was pretty much a compilation of other’s writings.  It just spoke to my heart and I wanted to repost most of it and it all just seemed to flow together… Love can be a wonderful; F***ed up thing…but in the end the experience is worth whatever the outcome may be.  Life is about the journey; not the destination.  I wish all of you the best in life, love, friendships, and your pursuits of happiness!  Have a blessed day!