Apr 25, 2010


I know I just talked about my desire to improve my talents, and I think this video is beautiful.
I recommend watching it Full Screen. (You might have to click on it and go through the actual youtube page. Sorry I'm not technologically savvy enough to do that for you.. haha.)

Man, I absolutely LOVE the gospel and the hope it gives me.

Apr 21, 2010

Poetry :)

I've got nothing to rant about today, so here's a poem. I liked it. :)

The Most Beautiful Flower
by Anonymous

The park bench was deserted as I sat down to read.
Beneath the long, straggly branches of an old willow tree.
Disillusioned by life with good reason to frown,
For the world was intent on dragging me down.

And if that weren't enough to ruin my day,
A young boy out of breath approached me, all tired from play.
He stood right before me with his head tilted down
And said with great excitement, "Look what I found!"

In his hand was a flower, and what a pitiful sight,
With its petals all worn - not enough rain, or too little light.
Wanting him to take his dead flower and go off to play,
I faked a small smile and then shifted away.

But instead of retreating he sat next to my side
And placed the flower to his nose
And declared with overacted surprise,
"It sure smells pretty and it's beautiful, too.
That's why I picked it; here, it's for you."

The weed before me was dying or dead.
Not vibrant of colors: orange, yellow or red.
But I knew I must take it, or he might never leave.
So I reached for the flower, and replied, "Just what I need."

But instead of him placing the flower in my hand,
He held it mid-air without reason or plan.
It was then that I noticed for the very first time
That weed-toting boy could not see: he was blind.

I heard my voice quiver; tears shone in the sun
As I thanked him for picking the very best one.
You're welcome," he smiled, and then ran off to play,
Unaware of the impact he'd had on my day.

I sat there and wondered how he managed to see
A self-pitying woman beneath an old willow tree.
How did he know of my self-indulged plight?
Perhaps from his heart, he'd been blessed with true sight.

Through the eyes of a blind child, at last I could see
The problem was not with the world; the problem was me.
And for all of those times I myself had been blind,
I vowed to see the beauty in life,
And appreciate every second that's mine.

And then I held that wilted flower up to my nose
And breathed in the fragrance of a beautiful rose
And smiled as I watched that young boy,
Another weed in his hand,
About to change the life of an unsuspecting old man.

Apr 13, 2010


Basically, they're stupid.
(In case you aren't sure what we're talking about, look at the title of the post..)
(If you're still confused, we're talking about limitations. They are no fun.)

There are so many things I want to do. I want to inspire, uplift, and enlighten the world. There are so many things I think I could give to the world. I want to open the cupboard that holds my happiness and dish out a spoonful for everyone who's lacking.
 I'll never tire of contemplating the phenomenon of something we create that can play with our emotions so EASILY. I know I could write a song. I just don't know how to put my emotions into it. I envy those who do. TEACH ME, PLEASE. I crave the ability to share something so personal as my own emotion. I want to find that outlet, that connection to the world.
I know I'm not the greatest artist in the world. I wish I were. I wish I knew what tones and colors and combinations to use to portray my feelings. I just can't do it. Again, I envy those who can and do.
I love the world. It's so beautiful. I love everything about it. I wish I could show the world what I see. I wish I could make people realize how blessed they are to live in this world.
I cringe when people say they can't dance. Everyone can dance. Everyone should dance. Everyone should embrace their emotions and MOVE.
I love to talk to people that have that way with words. They have the ability to direct a movie in my mind, but these movies include scents, expressions, emotion.

In the words of the genius Leonardo Da Vinci..

I'm getting rid of my limitations.

Apr 7, 2010

On a Spiritual Note..

Holy Cow.
This week has been an emotional rollercoaster like unto the Colossus (at Lagoon..). Highs, lows, and even a few loops.
I don't want to get into specifics, so all I'll say is that it's ridiculous how fast things can change and how intense those changes can be.
It makes me appreciate the consistency of the gospel. Christ and Heavenly Father are constantly there waiting for you to run to them with questions, and to find solace. Any questions or concerns you have can be answered by the scriptures, whether ancient or modern-day.
Don't listen to anyone who tells you otherwise. If I could talk to every single person one-on-one to try to convince them of this, I would. Since it's not possible, I'll start with everyone who reads my blog. I KNOW it works for me, and it will work for you, too.
The Atonement is pretty incredible. I can't even fathom the wisdom of Heavenly Father and Christ. They came up with the ultimate flawless plan. The beauty of it is awe-some.

In other news, music is the greatest. It comforts, excites, inspires, intensifies, and pretty much everything else.
Oh, Happy Birthday to my beautiful Mom!! I love her so much. :)