Creative Wanderings

Here’s some pictures from my birthday party in Missouri. Hooray for aging! And for awesome family who makes it so fun.

Okay, not even a week into the new year and I’m already having never-before-experienced experiences!!! After about eight or nine years of driving, I have officially been pulled over! Don’t worry, it was actually not that bad; nor was my driving the cause. I was coming back from Springville, toting Jeff with me, and had stopped at a light in Provo on University Avenue. I noticed the car behind me turned off his headlights, then turned them back on. That’s when I noticed that it was a police car. The light turned, I accelerated, keeping my eye on the lights behind me, and sure enough, they turned on. I say “sure enough” because I realized on Sunday night, when I drove back from SLC, that my left headlight had died. Thankfully Jeff and I bought one today, but he and Alex couldn’t replace it. I guess the battery is in Read more…

To hold the same views at forty as we held at twenty is to have been stupefied for a score of years, and take rank, not as a prophet, but as an unteachable brat, well birched and none the wiser. Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894) Here’s to a new year and a new decade of adventures and growing!

I was testing out my new camera on Christmas and shot this cute figurine on the lamp table. While it shows off the awesomeness of the camera, I mostly like this reminder of the true meaning of Christmas. How blessed we are that Christ was born and lived an exemplary life for us to follow.

I feel like I have so much to say, but I’m pretty certain none of it will make much cohesive sense. So if you think this is a beginning of a linear story, be prepared for something more rhomboid or polygonic in shape. Did I mention I love making up new words that sound like they really should be words anyways? I’m home for the holidays– ok, just the holiday, Christmas– and I’m loving it! It is so nice to go to bed early and sleep in each day, to eat three regular meals that consist of more than 2 items conjoined to simulate a meal, to see my mom and dad and funny brothers and big brothers (and fams) and little brothers and dogs. To shower in softened water, which makes my hair all nice and shiny, to sit and play the piano for hours on end, to go Read more…

‘Tis the season!! I have been in the Christmas spirit so much this year, and it is so fun! However, there is another season going on right now. Finals. Read that to mean final papers. Yes, I am writing a blog post when I should be figuring out a better ending to my 22 page theoretical/research paper than “Dance speaks.” Brevity is not always best. But after pouring my brain out for the past….. many hours….. I’m trying to let my brain de-stress. I promise, I’m so close to finishing the paper. I hope he doesn’t dock me for not having an entire 22nd page. It’s looking like a long night still ahead of me. I can’t wait to sit, I mean sleep, on that plane!!

I finally downloaded my pictures from Nashville. What a great trip! Here are some highlight pictures (sort of). Mostly they demonstrate how good my camera can be and how bad it can be. I’ll put up some stories and pictures soon, but here’s a teaser for tonight. Orchid in one of the hotel atriums Grand Entrance to the Gaylord Opryland hotel Saddled barrel outside a downtown bar (This one is particularly bad as far as picture quality goes. Fun moment though)

For some reason I have a fascination with pumpkin soup. We never had it growing up. In fact, I never really have had pumpkin soup. I had a squash soup once that was quite tasty, and I can only attribute this strange pumpkin love to that soup. And it is faster to open a can than to cook a squash. Anyways, for some reason I felt like trying to make pumpkin soup again…. my previous attempt was not particularly successful. After following the recipe and finding the soup bland beyond belief, I started chucking in whatever spice seemed to fill the taste void. In the end it included salsa and soy sauce, chili powder and garlic seasoning, and a few other similar seasonings (garlic salt, dried onions, etc). I also threw in some fresh cut green onions. By that point I was tired of meddling and just wanted to eat. Read more…

I figured, since this post seems like a continuation of the last one, that I would title it something progressive. This may mean that there are a few more dance related posts on the way, but does that really surprise you? Really?? I didn’t think so. After thinking I had finished my dancing days so many times, then realizing such was not the case, I’ve decided that nothing but being pregnant and confined to bed rest will get me to stop. I thought my knee injury my senior year of high school spelled the end. Nope. I thought leaving for college spelled the end. Was I ever wrong about that!! I thought being done with folk dance was the end. Happily, I was wrong yet again. I thought my denial from grad school in the dance program was the real end. Negatory. Since then I haven’t really felt like my Read more…

I was born to dance. Inside me is a soul that yearns to forever speak through movement, unadulterated motion, uninhibited flow. Words aren’t enough to convey those emotions… they are too limited. Motion extends into eternity.