"What a year it has been, what a rare mood i'm in, why it all most like being in LOVE"


Well after going through the wedding photos I realised there are just to many I love to put up in deviant so I have created a flickr account which I will continue to update.

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Enjoy... this is just the beginning.






I just love married life.

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so now for some inspiring goodness, cause we all need to chase a little beauty...

and i find myself wondering alot lately, about how this whole journey is going to turn out. i wish it had a fast foward button, maybe sometimes a pause. and the beautiful moments never last long enough and the ones that make you want to cry, never seem to end. and my best friend is on the other side of the world and i can't even look at a picture of her without feeling lonely. i think you know you are lucky when someone understands you better than you understand yourself.

and so i sit back and stare at my open journal, i gaze at every word i have written and everyone i am yet to write and just wonder about that feeling. when you are on a role, when you feel yourself beginning to break down the barriers of self doubt and just start to touch the surface of who you really are. its like being on a roller coaster. but so often it stops. almost subconiously and it think thats the bit i wonder about the most. why can't i know me. why won't i let me know me.

perhaps there in lies our eternal stuggle.





well enough ranting, i will leave that to =SaltEsc


here are some beautiful pieces that have been inspiring me of recent...




if in doubt, SARK always has an answer.... [link]

and the world seems so much bigger now and hotels feel like home. how do you take it all in, experience every moment of life. Let yourself fall gracefully into each second without hesitation. and its cold outside, a cold i have never experienced before. and i feel my breath taken by the beauty of the bare trees hazy landscape. my mind is full of thoughts and yet my pages are still empty. it is as if i am overcome with emotion. like a sensery overload. and my heart now knows why it has been yearning all these years to cross the world just to walk the banks of the Seine, to sit in a cafe on Boulevard St. Germain and take in the world through the eyes of some amazing writer or philosopher. she took my breath away and she stole my heart. Hemingway was right, Paris truely is a moveable feast.









and the days go by and i am still not home yet and i wonder about the things i will do when i return and how much life has changed since i have been gone. and it is like looking at the world as if you are not in it. and i will try to fit back into my world soon, feeling a little bit older and with a sense that i know now what lies around the corners of the globe.

and as the days warm into spring, i find myself investing in coats, boots and thermals. and it all seems very back to front. i have a month to go and i havn't even really thought about an itinary yet. i know i should but i don't know where to start. Europe seems so big and the lonely planet quide only makes it more overwhelming. any suggestions greatly appreciated. good places to see, eat, stay. Let me know please!

inspiration...








thoughts...

and perhaps the bowerbird with its collection of shinning blue trinkets surrounds itself in beauty so it never will never be alone... and you find a spot and get comfortable in life and you learn the rhythms of the ocean and you find peace within the beauty, within moments, turning pages, telling tales. and sometimes you stop to catch your breath and remind yourself that this is all much bigger than you know...
how far are you willing to travel?