Bluebirds and Birch trees

 Carrie Fisher, who played Princess Leia in the Star Wars series, passed away. I have always looked up to the way that she portrayed Princess Leia, who became one of my childhood heroines. To the Princess.

 I wish you all, my wonderful dear readers, a very Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year. I know this year might have been tough, or things might not have gone your way. But a new year is coming, and a new day is on its way.  I pray for God to bless you on this precious day, and I pray for His peace and love to rest in your hearts and minds.  Go in peace, and may the glory of God be with you. Merry Christmas, love, Mae.

Up to 32 drafts and more things to write. Up to 32 drafts and more things to do. What do you do when you're up to 32 drafts and other obligations? Why, you make another draft because just as you've begun the last one you were writing, something else comes up and the entire topic of it changes.  So let's get right down to it shall we? I have just purchased two inking pens for my artwork. Something I like doing when I have a little spare cash, I'll buy one or two of a specific brand of a certain art supply to see how well it fares. Up till now, I have been using Pilot G2 pens for inking in my artwork, both pencils and watercolors. But today, I purchased two Pigma pens. The .5 Pigma Micron, and the Pigma Brush. I have yet to use them to any great extent, but these are my first impressions.   Pigma Micron .5  My hands are a little shaky at times when I'm inking, both as a factor of the cold and occasional anxious tendencies. While the Micron .5 is a very cl...

 Things that I find fun in personalities #1: people who dress like they're going to a rave or a rock convert but love drinking tea and having charming conversations.

 Because I liked Rubix's questions, and had no idea what to blog about. So this'll be a jump start of sorts.  So let's go!  Question 1: If you could paint your entire house one color, what would it be? I would paint it cream, or pale green. Either of those two colors would suit me fine!   Question 2: Do you prefer to write on notebooks or computers? This really all depends, up until recently all of my writing was typed on the computer. As I have begun writing on paper, however, it seems to be a much more satisfactory way to get it done.   Question 3: Winter or Summer? I'll say Winter, because there's just so much that I enjoy doing during the winter months. I have to be honest, though, I don't always care for the cold weather itself.   Question 4: Favorite movie currently in theatres? Rogue One: A Star Wars Story. Hands. Down.   Question 5: If you could learn a skill overnight, what would it be? Out of any skill I could possibly think...

 There are fewer things more enjoyable than biting into a homemade cookie. Made to the right amount of crispy chewiness. The chocolate chips scattered throughout it. The richness of the butter making it wonderfully smooth. Paired with a good cup of tea, I can think of few things more that to me, bring joy to my morning touch of breakfast treat. Christmas's Savory Sweet  Where do they come from?  Where did they go?  The cookies are made,  The doughs are rolled.  Made of every type and call,  The brilliant delights.  A kind for all.  So many treats and so many sweets,  To all of us this kindly thrall.  So sweet and enamoring.  This tasty treats delight.  They bring a smile,  And a light,  To all who eat,  A Christmas's chocolate savory delight. ©Mae Fort

 I looked outside, and I could see the neighbors television.    I looked outside,       and I could see the lights     and I could see the cars.  I looked outside and I could see the streetlights reaching out so far, I could also see the houses all shut up, and dark,  I looked outside and all I could see...                                                           ..... was that I could not see the stars. ©Mae Fort, A City so Dark.

 Listening to music today yielded an interesting playlist from several different artists.  While usually when I listen to music I'll either listen to all of the same artist at once, or a similar music genre. Today features an upbeat compilation along with some cheery Christmas music for a finish! Hope you enjoy! *note, I own none of these songs, simply sharing the awesome. Krewella - Enjoy the Ride (lyric video) Krewella - Enjoy the Ride (Vicetone Remix) Vicetone - United We Dance Owl City - Kiss Me Babe, It's Christmas Time A Great Big World - Kaleidoscope Owl City - Peppermint Winter  I hope you enjoy the songs! Although, please keep in mind I have only listened to these particular video links so I can't tell you what other videos may contain/sound like.

Hopefully, you've noticed that I changed both the name and look of my blog. But fear not, it is still the same!  While it's last name was 'A Touch of Euphoria' it had actually begun to wear on me some, despite the fact that I do love the candy like appearance of the last design.  'Bluebirds and Birch trees' is a name that came to me most recently, and I decided to give it a try. I hope you enjoy it too!  So a few things to talk about in the light of the new month:   NaNoWriMo 2016 has ended. Although saddening, it has finally reached the last day, as well as the first day of the month.  Many of my friends and a few of my readers did complete the 50 thousand word goal, set upon in the early hours of November 1st. Though now, we welcome in the beginning of a new month, and a new season. December is full, full of people and editing as well as scrambling gift giving as people like me do their best to try and figure out just what to get their friends and fam...

 If I could not find a single thing to be thankful for this Thanksgiving, than I would be lying. True this year has had it's ups and downs in many degrees, but throughout it all, I am still here, and that alone is something to be thankful for.  If I had the chance to do it over again, I don't think I would, because then I wouldn't be the me I am here today.  All circumstances that have happened, happened. There is no denying that. But, I am thankful that I am still here, I am alive.  I am alive.  I live in a house.  I have food to eat.  Water to drink.  Schoolwork to do, because that means I have knowledge available to me.  Dishes to clean because we have been well fed.  Floors to sweep and shelves to dust because we have a home.  Tables to clear because we have abilities and hobbies we can pursue.  Rooms to clean because we have personalities.  Blankets and beds because of provision.  Warm sweaters and s...

Well. They're at least the answer in the Redwall audio book I've had playing in the background. Any of you reader's ever read Doomwyte?  While I'm going along my merry way of having changed my goal on what I'm writing for November once again, this is a goal I know I can make. One that I will do all in my power to complete as well.  I'm not prepared to write the novel I've been attempting to write for the past 15-16 days. Now, I'm writing a collection of short stories and hopefully fabulous tales to reach the 50 thousand word goal.  If anything else, I am going to teach myself commitment. Commitment is not a light word, neither in speaking terms or in meaning.  But more on that later.  I have already written one short story that is just under 5k words. And in my search for learning the basics of editing a piece of writing, I came across a website I had read before. And my personal opinion, it is a very handy piece of advice!   https://warriorwrit...

 I think I like living like this; with my knitting and my books, and a good cup of tea.  None to complicated, as it's just me.  I like living like this; with my blankets all around me.  Snuggled up and warm, as it should be.  I like it like this, all fuzzy and calm.  I like like this, in the blistery morning  Mae Fort©

 For those of you who believe, and those of you who can, I ask you all that you would pray with me. And pray for our country, to God in whom we believe.  Pray with me that the one God has appointed will be elected, and pray with me that God will guide our country.  Please pray with me today, and ask God for grace and mercy.  Please pray with me today.

 Not being able to find a satisfactory breakfast is starting to become a bit of a habitual thing. As I am endeavoring to not eat gluten for every meal, it brings breakfast options down to one thing: eggs.  But, as I am not inclined to cook for myself every morning, I am resorting to the large cache of leftover halloween candy. This morning's choice; a package of M & M's that held 18 pieces.  Ordinarily I wouldn't recommend candy to start off the day, but chocolate does go so well with coffee.  Today marks one week for NaNoWriMo. I myself have already written plenty of words, and I do hope at least some of them are good. Because, as with all first drafts, you have to have some room to maneuver.  I've been thinking again about the Book Room Challenge. I find it very interesting at the different styles at which different writers approach the challenge. Some focus on the mood or tone of the room, describing the music you'd hear, or the types of lighting, thi...

  Today, November 1st, 2016. A massive group of writers have begun coming out of the woodwork and overloading servers, all under one conquest, one goal–NaNoWriMo.  And today, also marks the day in which many of the website's pages, servers, internet providers and data plans alike will skyrocket in numbers.  Suffice to say, we're sitting at our computers, but this time with a purpose! I include myself in that sentence there!  Hello there! Many of you know of the fabled mythological time known as "NaNoWriMo" and some of you have even participated! Well, it's begun once again. Out bright and early, some of us started writing as soon as the clock hit midnight. Others, (like me) just got up a little bit earlier. Though I do applaud those who began straight away, I myself had a full night of Halloween-ing, and crashed almost as soon as I got back. (What was your favorite thing that you got last night?)  So today, I tried out a little experiment with my writing...

 Because at the moment, I have two very good reasons why I will probably never be able to live alone.  1. I can forget to drink water for several days, unless I am reminded. Which I just know will end up with me, being visited by a friend, and them asking me: Friends asks, "When was the last time you had water to drink?" To which I reply, "Yesterday with lunch, and I know that because that was Tuesday and I had an important thing I did that day." Friend will look at me very disappointed, "Mae, this is Friday."  More or less how I imagine the conversation playing out.  2. I have tendencies to open up a jar or box of snacks and carry it around with me until I am not longer hungry. Which would lead to a friend or family member showing up and asking if I ate anything healthy that day. To which, I would probably just play it off saying I had a very consistent amount of food that day. (But I'd probably still be holding the empty snack contain...

 My hands smell like paint. My heart is beating faithfully, and the music in my ears––is building steadily.  While life might throw things at us every single day, you do have to look for the good things in life that are able to bring joy in such simple ways.  My hands smell of paint and soap. The room is dusty, but the books are full. The music is raging, and the love is pouring.  I might not always be able to see you, my friends. But do know this––you bring with you a joy that can reach into my heart. When I am sad, you cheer me up. When I mourn, you cry with me. When I laugh, you laugh with me.  Most importantly, when I praise our King and Savior, you praise with me.  And I feel blessed to have such friends as you. I pray the Lord will bless you as much as He has blessed me. Love, and hugs,  -Mae

 The thing about being melancholy, is that I am homesick for places I have never been, and missing people I have never met. Yet all at once, I melancholy all the same, because I am missing those I have yet to see again.

 So despite the fact that I am supposed  to be going gluten-free in my diet, over the past short while my family and I have been trying to get down to the actual root of what it is that messes me up. At the moment, the contenders are;  white and other highly processed flours, corn and most corn products, and milk.  Now, while I could go on a long talk about the differences between gluten intolerance and wheat intolerance, lactose intolerance versus lactose sensitivities, I won't, because this is a recipe.  Now, because I've already had to explore options out in the gluten-free and dairy-free range, I can tell you right now––many things in those two categories taste awful. But, when you look at alternative foods to eat, then you're talking!  I made granola (with a good amount of help, because I'm not very kitchen savvy yet) to try to have as an alternative to regular cereals or toast for breakfast. (Rice cereals are still on the menu however) And so far, ...

 Many people struggle with many different things when they are writing. Plot holes, languages, governing systems, or just plain ol' sitting down and not being able to write.  For me it mainly deals with the successful naming of characters. Now, I have had to name so many characters for so many different things that I would hope, over time, I would come to find it less daunting. Not so however. Though, inspiration does tend to strike at odd times.  I do know, that during my first Camp NaNoWriMo I managed to write the first two or three chapters from a first person perspective, without giving a name to the main character. Mostly out of curiosity to see how long it would take me, and also to try and give me some time to actually come up with a name to give him. I did finally give him a name, and it stuck rather well. However, if I had tried to give him one at the start, it might have been an awful fit of a name, and I would have struggled even longer to try and find the r...

 So, it's that time of year again! Pumpkin! ...oh, and NaNoWriMo prep. So if you're over on NaNoWriMo, and are a teenager, do check out the forum Christian Teens Together . We're a crazy bunch, that much is true. But we're pretty lively for a writer's group, and if you need someone to talk too I can guarantee you'll find someone there who can give you some help.  The NaNoWriMo website was wiped in time for the crazy masses of writers and prep work that are now swarming the internet. I am one of those crazy writers, simply because I am.  Back to the subject; the Gates of NaNoWriMo's very own Christian Teens Together forum.  For those Chriteno's of you reading– and I know you're out there –and my other readers as well, look forward for some crazy posts that might revolve around anything from random inspiration, crazy conversations and pep talks, to ernest bouts of writing rants that could go on for ages.  I look forward to sharing another NaNo...

 As I was challenged by my friend, Rubix from over at  {The Sea Calls Us Home} , to do the Book Room Challenge. Alright then, Ruby, we'll see just where it gets us!   Rules Write three of your own books as rooms. They can be finished, works in progress, or even just ideas, but they have to be your own. Write one of your favorite books to read as a room. Tag five other people. Well then, off we go!   Coffee Rings An old and weather beaten hardwood floor, the finish long worn off from the scrapes and gouges of many dancing shoes. A tall set of glistening french doors with long and flowing curtains, opening out on to a balcony, with a swirling iron rail. A long forgotten smell is haunting around the room, aside from one thing. With a peeling side table in one corner, and a simple mirror above, a white and perfectly new vase is on the table, with several pale roses standing tall. Tall, yet alone. The room has been abandoned, and the feeling with it, for...

 Have you ever looked at some of the things you have kept over time, and wondered, "Why do I still have that?" I ask myself that about once a day, because I have kept pretty much everything that I have ever been given. But now, I feel the weight and pressure of all these things that I have kept and are now surrounding me, that I no longer like, or wish to keep.  I've tried cleaning before but it never got me anywhere, because as with many people, cleaning usually just involves putting objects in less obvious places. Till finally, (if you're me, or are like me) you end up finding far more spiders in your room than you care to ever see. Which in my case, starts at one.  Not all spiders are bad, I do know that, but the ones that tend to show up in my house, are the kind you can be in trouble with if you get bit.  But now, I'm cleaning. I'm getting rid of, selling, and throwing away the things I no longer want and don't need to keep. Now some things, altho...

Who am I? I'm the girl who looks beyond the ordinary. I search for things unseen and answers not yet known. I'm the girl who is a maelstrom in the very deep because, that is what I seek, depth. I seek to know the depths because it is only there that the truth really lies. I search constantly, looking into the dark places to find what it is that I seek. Yet I do not know, that is right before me. What I seek is not in darkness but in light. I do not need to find those places dark and cold and unyielding, but to look forward and beyond, beyond and on to the light that has called me. I am a maelstrom and I am a dark being that has learned what light is. I fell into darkness when I was born but have been shown a light. I still liken myself to a maelstrom because it is unknown. It's power is not one to be reckoned with, and it's strength is not in its appearance. It goes deeper than any can see, but those who try to venture in may be pulled in entirely. Be careful what is...

This is a post about---If you had three words to describe yourself (a color, a sound, a word of your choice) what would they be? As asked by Mandy, from NaNoWriMo. Mine: Lavender, Birds, Searching. It's color of my hands as I sit here and watch. The feeling that I have when I'm bundled up all soft. The feeling of the wind as it runs through my hair, it's the crisp morning air as I whisper, and ne'er. How do I look when the water turns cold, yet it's the beauty that I see when the heather is foretold. The sense that I feel when the light is not yet dawned, it's the time of the day when it is not quite beyond. The color in this place of time, that I find to be, lavender. The sound when morning is just a frond, the paleness of the plants and growing tendrils. The glittering notes that you hear just outside. It's clear, yet soft, but it's enough. To make the world sound so near. The sound of birds. Restless, yet inviting. Searching, and enticing....

 Sometimes, admitting your problems is hard, whether it's because you don't want to appear helpless in some occasions, or because admitting them would seem to acknowledge that they exist.  I am one and the same with both of those problems. But there are some instances I have learned, where admitting you have a problem, is the first step to overcoming them. Because by denying that you're struggling, can do more damage than good.  I don't like to admit that I have problems because I have pride. That pride has never gotten me anywhere worthwhile when it comes to facing my problems. I am proud because I don't want help, and don't want to appear helpless. I'm proud because I don't want to admit that there's something that could be potentially dragging me down.  I had a frightening experience the other day. I know full well that I am not as physically capable/able as many of my friends, that is one part of my problem. Because I don't want to appe...

 You know those times, when you don't feel like going to youth group–but you go anyway, and it turns out to be a really good idea?  If you don't, then maybe you should try it sometime. Sometimes you'll hear something you never expected.

 What is drama, but life with dull bits cut out?  I concur, but I also add–what is life, but drama without any standing reprieve?  Truly, life is strange thing.  And truly, one that I sometimes have wished to have no part in.  And yet, even so.  Here I am.  You've taken your best shot at me.  And here I am.  So what's that say to you?  Other than I've got the better deal on my side.  His name is God.

 I really have a good amount of things to say, but it doesn't feel right to say them. Because of life, and how it works, and how the world around us revolves, I really find it hard to sometimes understand, the differences of how our lives all pan. Forgive me for being vague, and even a little bit cryptic. But the past few days have been hectic, and altogether eye-opening.  Forgive me once more for sounding to unclear and dull, but today's not a day, that I feel so full. Deadened inside, yet full of emotion, such is the strange yet turning wheels of grief. For life throws one asunder, and all you can hear is deadened thunder.  I wish to write of joy, yet sometimes it is hard to do. I don't always know what to say, and today that happens to be true.  I wish you all the best of day, though some might not call it so. I hope you a day better than the last, and may you find God and great joy, in every small task.  For love one another, and do it well. For love...

 People sometimes ask my brother and I, "How are you guys so in sync?" We usually look at each other, and just shrug. We don't consider ourselves to be "in sync" any more than other people. Though, you could say I guess that being the other's only friend for months at a time many times over through the years, you get to be very similar in some respects.  My brother apologizes when he brings home food that I can't eat because of whatever's inside it. Even though, he really doesn't need to share his food with me. (I eat some of his food anyway, we're used to just eating the same things for lunch.)  I don't see us as being in sync, so much as learning to live with similar interests. Especially when it comes to food. On multiple occasions we would be sent to the grocery store with a specified amount of money, so we'd have to agree on what to eat. So, even if we are what would be considered "in sync" I would say it came abou...

 Be who you are and not who the world wants you to be.  Who would the world want me to be? A girl who's already got one foot out the door for college as soon as my high school diploma is in my hand. The girl that has so much debt already racked up before I'm 20 that I'll spend most of my beginning and middle adult life paying it off. The one who tried smoking just to say I did, or the one who disrespected my parents at every turn. Who would the world want me to be? They would want me to be a nobody. To not make any waves. Who would they want me to be, other than nobody significant.  But who am I? I'm the girl who's working on a plan for how I'm going to start my first job as soon as I graduate. Working on becoming self sufficient for the time that I know will come, which is to be on my own. The girl who got only a basic credit card to pay off, and not use until a real emergency arises. The girl who does her very best in order to stay healthy in a world that ...

 Someone that I look up to, and greatly admire, is none other than–Captain Kathryn Janeway.  For those of you that have seen and watched Star Trek: Voyager, this probably doesn't come as much of a surprise. She is truly a wonderful character, in far more ways than one.  However, I look up to Captain Janeway for one main reason. That reason being that I felt that she showed how despite the worst of circumstances may come, no matter how much you might lose, or how harsh your environment may become, you don't give in. To me, she showed an immense amount of strength in the worst of times, even through the episodes that were literally titled "Year of Hell."  But at the same time, she was able to show compassion to some that could be called her worst enemies. Such as, the Hirogen. Yet, never once giving quarter to anything that might have given them quarter over her and her crew.  Janeway was the one captain in the Star Trek universe that actually held her gro...

 Hey everyone! So a lot of the time I hear people talk about who look up to others in history or in fiction, talking about how they have inspired them and such. Well, for the longest time I wasn't sure who it was that I looked up too exactly, especially when it came to history. I honestly am not someone who's interested a whole lot in history unless it comes to cultures, but when it comes to fictional people  my inspiration is very defined.  For the next few days I'll be posting about fictional people who have inspired me, ranging from fantasy characters to sci-fy. And maybe I'll tag some friends to challenge them to write about who has inspired them :)

 When you love someone dearly, they take a place in your heart. But then what do you do when that person leaves.  The hole still remains where that part of your life should have been. But no longer.  Where do you go from there, with an emptiness in your soul that you were never meant to feel in the first place.  What do you do, when your grief is more than you can understand.  Nothing. You don't control your grief, because you shouldn't. Let yourself feel, the way you need to feel. Let your soul grieve, and let your heart cry. Because that special part of your life has just died. Let yourself be angry, or let yourself be sad. Let all of those emotions between rise to the surface and erupt. Because we were not meant to feel grief. That is part of the fall. The fall of mankind. We were not supposed to know this pain, but feel it we now will.  Let grief run its course, and it will pass. But think of it like an ocean storm. The rain might stop, but you ...

 Last night I had my first ballet class in over 10 years. It was so much fun! Not to mention I met some cool people there as well. I'm going to probably be taking the class consistently, though this first time was just a drop in to see if I would even like doing it–which I did! I look forward to doing a dance class once a week or so.  For those of you that don't know, I injured one of my knees a little under 2 years ago while doing some craziness, pulling a muscle that connects to the kneecap. The other was messed up several years before that, the muscles off to the outside and a little below the knee get painful cramps when it's cold and damp.  However! I'm still one of the most competitive people I know. Mainly because I have a great deal of pride, and that's not a good thing. Though, at the same time, I don't always let my injuries slow me down. I'm still one of the more active dancers at my youth group, and I'm probably one of the ones more willin...

 Resolutions can be quite strange can't they? One moment you're wondering about something, then something in you just decides–No. You're not going to do that any more.  I often wonder if others feel this way. If you are just thinking about a part of your life, that hasn't changed in forever, yet you wonder why you just let it keep going. Till finally, one day just out of the blue, you take a stand and say, "No more."  Mine are always when I expect them least. Which is a good thing I suppose! Though, I often wonder why I hadn't taken that ability into my hands sooner, since I had them all the while.  The resolution, to not let something in your life keep you stuck. To let something keep you from doing what you need to, or wanting to. Knowing that if you throw in everything you've got, that you'll no longer be a slave to that thing that's keeping you stuck.  I know with others, it can be more difficult with certain things, but you can't...

 I'm cooking again! And this could either be a good, or a bad thing. But I'm inclined to think it'll be the former rather than the latter, because I'm at least cooking something I have made before. (Albeit, only once. But at least I am sort of knowledgable about what I am supposed to be doing.)  Crepes are on the menu today! I just made the batter a little while ago. Now, it's sitting in the fridge so the entire thing can settle and fully absorb all that it needs to before I try to make something out of it.  I'm using the only recipe I have, which is also very simple. (From the cookbook 'Joy of Cooking')  Prepping: At about a quarter to 10 this morning. 1/2 cup of Flour 1/2 cup of Milk 1/4 cup Lukewarm Water 2 large Eggs 2 Tbsp. Unsalted butter, melted 1 1/2 Tbsp. Sugar Pinch of Salt  Combine all in a blender or a food processor until smooth, then put into a pitcher, or a bowl with a pouring lip (I'm doing neither because I have a lit...

Do you ever just find a quote that seems to just be so profound or just makes you think, that particular way of thinking that makes you think, 'shouldn't I have already known this?' But not in the, 'this is dumb' manner, more the, 'shouldn't this be just how it is?' realm of thinking. Tell me your thoughts on these, I'm interested. Remembering, is that the key? Or forgetting? Forgetting even time itself? Such a feat not easily managed, nor lightly accomplished.

 I find it so facinating most days that I can have so many friends, and we are all so different from one another. Yet, somehow, we all manage to get along (most the time, you gotta make allowances for some mess ups from time to time).  Also, the fact that if I include all of the friends I have made face to face, along with those I have met online, I have only greatly increased the number of people I have known, and have gotten to know at that point that many more different people.  We have blogs some of us, and all of us blog quite differently to be honest. But if we all blogged the same, then who would want to read us?  Our paths cross sometimes in the matter of topics or discussions, occasionally responding to one another with ideas or our nominations for blog ideas. But, still, I find it so fascinating, that as a girl who once wasn't sure if she'd ever make friends, could come to have so many.  I have lost count in regards to the number of friends I hav...

 Oh how often I tend to ignore such a profound and true statement.  It's not that I choose to be someone who has a multitude of objects and things, it's just that so many times through the years, I just couldn't bear to think about getting rid of anything .   But now, things are changing, and I am changing. So I have come to stop trying to resist the change that inevitably needs to happen.  Because it's that one process that you learn is the hardest part of growing up; you need to learn to let go.  To learn to let go, is not always an easy thing. Whether it be for an object, or a person. Because life moves so rapidly, that we can easily become stuck in the past. To change is not easy, because it requires growth. And when looking back to childhood, you always experienced growing pains. A lost tooth, a gained inch, broadening of shoulders, and a deepening of the voice. All things that you experience when you grow, can be a pain. Whether physical, or emotiona...

 Rain, rain, why do they always tell you, Go away?  Rain, rain, come back another day, Don't you know I want to play?  Rain, rain, your touch like laughter. Rain, rain, run helter skelter.  Don't you see me running now, Wishing you would come back down.  Rain, rain, you sooth my fears. Rain, rain, like I have no fears.  Rain, rain, I wish you well, Rain, rain, you lift my spell.  Rain, rain, like sweetened honey, Rain, rain, you are so funny!  Rain, rain, you move like the ocean, Never stopping, never ceasing.  Rain, rain, with you, I feel like I am breathing. Rain©Mae Fort

... I mean gluten. Regarding gluten. Hey! It's August, which means that starting technically yesterday (though stuff happened and it didn't work out) I am attempting to go gluten free in my diet to see how that clears up my health.  I didn't have a problem with going gluten free at first, (but I said earlier stuff happened) but while in the store the person I was with decided to spend about half of our grocery shopping trip in the baked goods section... yeah. I wasn't very happy for a little while.  But anyway! Most people apparently struggle to change breakfast routines the most when they change their diets. For me, that isn't really going to be a struggle changing it. Mainly because I don't actually eat any food until about 10. I start with coffee or tea, but rarely to I eat anything right after waking up.  As it is, I'll be eating a lot of rice in the future, and later today most likely. But one thing that does have me excited is that I've been...

  Quote of the day:  So many people struggle every day with learning to love themselves, and although I know that this statement alone is also said alongside it everyday, it tends to be ignored.  To be like a clashing cymbal or a clanging gong, to be repeated over and over again until it becomes meaningless sound, only to be ignored.  Learning to love yourself is a feat and a battle all on its own. And trust me, I know. And I still fight daily.  Who were you before the sounds of world entered into your mind? I believe that that person, is who you really were, if you haven't found them again.  I was a child, that alone is quite evident! But more than that, I created stories. Every day, it was a new one with my stuffed animals. Flying, jumping, saving others from deep and dark caverns and ravines. Swimming across tearing rapids, and getting home just in time for tea.  The world of mine that was purely ravaged by stories unending. That is w...

  Quote(s) of the day:  Wings lately have been something that mean more to me than just simply flying. Just how this, is not so much about the actually flying, as what it meant to her. Whoever 'she' may be.  Knowing where your own wings are, even when you don't see or feel them, is a blessing and a gift I think. But so often times when people don't understand, because they don't see your wings. And sometimes they don't see their own.  Remember how to fly once you've been led once more unto your own blue sky. What does your sky look like, the one where you climb up to reach it, just to touch it and feel it once more.  What does the sky look like when you remember that you've been set free? I'll tell you mine–blue and purple with magenta thrown in, stars scattered so far and filling the heavens, clouds just covering parts of it, but the light shining on through. A perfect galaxy all completely visible, even if just to me. A beautiful star lit ni...