tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53763705303584429402024-03-04T21:06:53.346-08:00You Are Not Your OwnKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-56579071028171927772016-03-15T16:59:00.001-07:002016-03-15T16:59:39.221-07:00Sesame Street: I Wonder<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/XwAd8QZb9Ok" width="480"></iframe>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-84146502706997318102016-01-23T18:22:00.001-08:002016-01-23T18:22:53.224-08:00Forever Young For you, my beautiful, spunky, intelligent, free spirited baby...Lyla Rose. I wish you all of this. I couldn't love you any more.<br /><br />
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<br />Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-25069178325523671062015-11-19T15:04:00.001-08:002015-11-19T15:04:14.109-08:00Souls in the SkiesThe sky was purple this morning.<br />
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It was a sky unlike any other I'd had the privilege of seeing. I have been noticing more of how the sunrises have continually gotten more and more lovely as time has gone on. Some may say this has to do with climate...no, I protest...I choose to believe(and my heart agrees) that as more beautiful souls enter heaven's gate, the more beautiful the skies become.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-55853788821094076982014-07-14T15:40:00.001-07:002014-07-14T15:40:41.192-07:00Young the Giant: I Got <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/r4_ewnzxKcw" width="480"></iframe>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-79321969505926677892014-07-08T17:57:00.003-07:002014-07-08T18:03:48.767-07:00Newest MemoryTonight, on my walk with Stella, I made some new and fresh memories with an album. One of the things I love most about music is its ability to make you feel. But as wonderful as it can be to turn on a song and be instantly transported back to being thirteen years old, or to that summer evening on Delmar, or the day I received my first record player and listened to my first 45...it can also be take me right back to that gut wrenching first heartbreak, or the day my dad moved out of the house, or the car ride home from my grandfather's funeral.<br />
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It's refreshing to find new music, it's like a blank canvas. I am free to make memories that can then be associated with said music from here on out.<br />
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Tonight's memories consisted of me singing to Stella as we headed down the street, breeze blowing in our hair(fur), sweating(through pores/tongues), and walking perfectly in sync. A simply lovely, new memory that this album will now always take me back to.</div>
Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-18566221089426176382014-05-31T08:56:00.002-07:002014-05-31T08:56:41.722-07:00Today I heard the sweetest melody. It reached into my body and hugged my heart. Thank God for music.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-15874861134001420702014-05-19T16:30:00.001-07:002014-05-19T16:30:33.288-07:00Chandelier <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/2vjPBrBU-TM" width="480"></iframe>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-20719776932295277542014-05-07T17:53:00.000-07:002014-05-07T17:53:02.693-07:00What If?<div style="text-align: center;">
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Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-31756012279615535032014-04-25T21:53:00.000-07:002014-04-25T21:53:11.896-07:00CardiomegaI do believe that there are designated moments in your life where everything lands just so in perfect harmony that it causes a near heart combustion. A bursting of the heart, if you will. I live for these moments. If only we could consistently recreate and relive them. Evermore.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-70126426747552453772014-04-22T08:08:00.000-07:002014-04-22T08:08:04.701-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">
On days like today, I have to take a detour. Turn the music up, and take the long way home. Because I wish the ride would last forever. So we could keep singing.</div>
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<br />Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-25837229400551916772014-02-06T14:43:00.001-08:002014-04-02T15:52:53.739-07:00Six Roses For A FoolTuck me in early<br />
So tomorrow comes 'round sooner<br />
And we'll take off into a sailor's warning sunrise <br />
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Could we have felt like that always?<br />
You placed petals atop my eyelids<br />
To make everything seem rosy <br />
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Cut me loose<br />
Of this anchored and tamed heart <br />
Teach me the art of not feeling<br />
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And I'm lying on a bed of freshly fallen leaves.<br />
With a sigh, I sink into the colors of red, orange, yellow, and green.<br />
You're singing to me softly, in the key of D.<br />
I raise my voice to meet yours in a simple harmony.<br />
There is no more to desire.<br />
My heart's filled to the brim.<br />
And as I turn my face to yours,<br />
You pinch me.<br />
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Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-64834332052283279402013-10-18T13:51:00.002-07:002013-10-18T13:51:13.300-07:00Espana...I wanna go back...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-77319303063820439382013-08-30T18:23:00.001-07:002013-08-30T18:23:41.182-07:00All My Dreams Are Made of Strawberry LemonadeTalk Tonight<br />
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I saw God's face, again, later that same day. Just minutes after I received some startling and somber news, just after the tears had dried, face had de-puffed. A rather quiet resident(with whom I have zero relationship, have had zero conversations, and have barely made eye contact on more than one or two occasions) told me that I had lovely eyes. You know, eyes have been said to be the window to the soul. At this particular time, I was feeling so low and empty, but he still saw something in my eyes.<br />
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And today, I saw God's face. At 5:47 PM, as I was pouring myself a glass of water, the sun shone on me in such a way that a peace washed all of my sadness away.<br />
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It really is true. God is there when you need Him the most. Just a reminder.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-21352841343894807752012-11-17T18:21:00.001-08:002012-11-17T18:21:27.707-08:00Hazy-Rosi Golan feat. William FitzsimmonsThis pretty much sums it up. He's always there. I am forever grateful for that.<br />
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This is why I must ALWAYS remember to end the night with a glass of wine! It keeps away the nighttimes. CheersKatherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-91271114817717821752012-09-13T18:19:00.001-07:002012-09-13T18:19:10.974-07:00Bright Lights And Cityscapes<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Q6jSaVTUzGU?fs=1" width="459"></iframe>Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-25123441023173342062012-08-29T12:33:00.004-07:002012-08-29T12:33:49.933-07:00I wish there were a way to convey the way my house smells at this moment...as a loaf of banana bread bakes lazily in the oven.<br />
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Utterly heavenly. Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-38741867846646030282012-07-30T18:50:00.001-07:002012-07-30T18:50:06.004-07:00Each OtherJust thinkin'.<br />
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There are times, when...someone can say the kindest thing, or give you the most perfect glance, or touch your arm at just the right moment, or laugh at something funny that you say, when you most desperately need it...and it just makes life the tiniest bit sweeter.<br />
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I am in my 3rd decade on this planet. The past 5 days have been so special. I am unable to put into words how incredibly lucky I am to have what I have.Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5376370530358442940.post-53082290019415508932012-07-16T16:25:00.002-07:002012-07-16T16:25:54.078-07:00Each Day"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some
blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in, forget them as soon as you
can. Tomorrow is a new day, you shall begin it well and serenely..."<br /><br />-Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br /><br />This helps, does it not?Katherinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01172111092645188024noreply@blogger.com0