Dreams

When I was a child, nothing seemed impossible. My life opened up like the sky in my mind, a vast and endless universe of possibilities.

All of my dreams were within reach.

This wasn't wishful thinking - it was Truth.

I ran through the weeds of my sloped backyard and dreamed - dreamed big. I was an artist, a scientist, a goddess. I was anything I wanted to be. Anything within the realm of my imagination became a new possible future. I was an architect, a writer, a princess. Why not? Why wouldn't I be able to do these things? My arms branched out and surrounded these dreams, engulfed them, and they were accepted.

Everything was possible.

With age came responsibility, rationality, and quietly the dreams hid themselves away,

forgotten.

Forgotten. But not Lost.

Every now and then one peeks its grinning, eager eyes around a corner, and I catch it and watch it grow. Memory fills me up like sunlight, starting at my fingers, working its way deep inside me, radiant. It looks at me, expectant, with a casual determined smile.

And waits.

And slowly, I begin to learn once more how to Dream...

May 26th

Just wanted to make a quick post to say....

Happy Birthday Grandpa!

I'm so grateful for your dedication to getting to know us grandkids better, and for the great advice you've given me. Thanks for showing interest in my life! I love you, and I hope you had a great day!

Now We Know

:)

It's a Colorful Life

Every spring the sprawling lawn in front of the Sri Sri Radha Krishna temple is blanketed in bright greens, reds, purples, yellows, pinks and blues.

Thousands of over-eager teenagers and college students, most of whom have no idea what the festival is even for, gather in droves and wedge themselves into the crowds to enjoy a brief, thrillingly terrifying moment of blind, intoxicating asphyxiation.

Once again I made my way to the onion domes of Spanish Fork, visited with the llamas and shelled out my wages for a selection of fancy chalk,

Once again I smiled and swayed to the beat of the dancers who swirled and sang with the chime of the kartals,

Once again I found myself packed in with the varied array of human beings who had traveled from miles around to watch or personally experience the rainbow of dust as it was flung into the March sky,

And when it was all over,

Once again I joined the colorful exodus of young people as they wound their ways from the Lotus temple, on to their dust coated cars and ordinary lives that they will, hopefully, make a little more colorful

in their own ways.

Spring in California

Well, this was a while ago but thanks to my finals, classes, and general laziness I haven't gotten around to blogging about it yet. Thus! Here it is at last, pictures and such from my first non-choir-tour trip to

California!

I missed a few days of school to make the journey but it was completely worth it (especially now that I'm done and know I passed all my classes :D) I went with Aaron and Nickell, and most importantly my exceedingly cleanly back seat buddy Kade, and off we drove into the sunset on our merry 9 hour+ way to the Golden State.

For five blissful days I escaped the school work and frozen weather of Utah and replaced them with a night trip to Santa Monica, and in particular... the pier!

Although I was gently mocked for enjoying such a low-thrill activity, I did enjoy my time on the ferris wheel, which sat on the pier and looked out over Santa Monica on one side, and on the other, the black void of the ocean.

...an activity which I shared with these fine-looking young people:

(sorry Nickell..personally, I think you look splendid)

Over the next few days I was able to partake in some other Santa Clarita/Valencia/California-in-general treats, such as the cupcake tree. This was just a small shop that sold (rather pricey but tasty) cupcakes of all designs and colors. More interesting to me than the cupcakes, though, was the HUGE bee nest in one of the trees outside - so gross, and sooo cool.

Also we went to a little fruit shop to buy some genu-ine California Oranges. I thought it was cute and delightful to look at. This was next to the shop. I call it "Rustic Groves".

Nickell offered to take pictures of me with the trees for this very blog.Kylee kindly came and joined me, and together we made art. Probably we should be featured in some hot girl magazine.. particularly with Kylee's "stripper pose".

I have to mention too that for the first time...probably ever...Kylee looks way whiter than me. Didn't even know that was possible.

We are... so cool.

We also spent a lot of time at the Jensen's, watching Kade doing things like this:

:) Fun! I also got to go again the weekend before finals - worth it!

Thanks Nickell and Aaron for willingly bringing me along, and to the Jensen fam for letting me crash in your living room!

"As one went to Europe to see the living past, so one must visit Southern California to observe the future" -Alison Lurie

DONE

Turned in my last paper today.

Done.

:)

Kinda hard to tell, but that's me. (not really) ;)

Stalling Just a Little Bit...

Yes, it has been a while. And actually, I have things to write about!

But, alas, I have about 22 hours to write my last paper EVER of my undergraduate career, so I am going to do that instead. Let me tell you, I'd much rather be blogging right now.

Uhh.. here's a picture

Relay for Life! Go us! I'll write more about it later.

I graduate on Saturday!

Ok, paper time.

"Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday" -Proverb