What a delight life is!!! Recently we received so much snow it starts to become a little scary going downhill from classes. As I was hurrying back and forth from class to home, to campus (then realize I forgot something), back home, and up to class. I thought all this snow can be scary to fall on - and I only have so much time to get to where I need to go. What a perfect plan it would be if I were to get a sled! All the way to class a planned a whole scenario. I could strap it onto my backpack, put it aside in class (like how some guys do with their skateboards) and I could have a great trip home! I could get a longer one like I had when I was a child to make sure my backpack is safely secure. I would not have to worry about slipping and falling, I would have not concerns about getting home quickly. I'm thinking there are two things I need to get as soon as I have time: Boots and a sled.

Flowers

As I lay under my covers my mind starts to wonder, a habit that has been established in my childhood. This is the time that I have had my deepest ponderings, when I've come up with some of my greatest theories to help me see life the way that brings me the most joy. As I look over to my sweet roommate's wall with incredible pictures of flowers, I start to think of all the glorious creations we have all over the world - in flowers alone. I start to think about my previous thought that I'm positive our Mother in Heaven couldn't have sit back and watched everything, clearly she would want to be a part of it all! Flowers must have been something she had her hand in. I think about General Conference back in November, 2008. In a talk entitled Happiness, Your Heritage by President Dieter F. Uchtdorf, he talks of our need to create as women. As the Lord's inspired servant, he reveals truth - and truth is eternal, without beginning or end. Our Heavenly Father knew this about our sweet Mother. How beautiful it would be if He knew this - and invited her to create flowers. Even more if they created them together. The combination of their ideas brought about such a variety that covers the globe in classic beauty. There is such variety that wherever their children would venture, there would be flowers unique to their location.

I think our souls know this is something that we remember. This is why a flower is a universal sign of friendship, love, beauty, strength, light, it could symbolize any Godly emotion - because it came from a Godly love! Even little children have an innate desire to pick flowers and bring it to their mommy because they believe it will bring her joy.

Now as I think about flowers I feel a sense of joy. While it is just my own theory, I can always have a symbol to remember the perfect love of my perfect Heavenly Parents.

My Random Bucket List

We all have aspirations in life. Here are a few of mine. : D

One day I hope to slide on a ladder at a bookstore or library like on Beauty and the Beast. I've always loved this movie because I see so much of myself in Belle. The part of the movie that she rides the latter across the wall of books, I've always thought would be like a grown-up version of a slide...though I've never done it before because I thought I would get in trouble.

In the sixth grade I met a wonderful girl that would continue to be my friend for years to come. That was about 14 years ago. One day this simply delightful friend suggested that when we get old, wrinkly and other ladies our age will have difficulty getting around, we would go sky diving. It's been something I've looked forward to ever since. I'll have to work up to not being terrified and have a heart-attack, but flying in the sky happen and all my grandchildren will be able to take pictures of their grandmother with a parachute in a crazy suit with all her skin flapping around. It'll be a great day.

I think I was probably six or seven when I found out my father served an LDS mission in England. This was the first time traveling the world became a real option in my mind. I've wanted to go there ever since.

While on the same trip, I intend on traveling to Scotland or Ireland and look for faeries. They are tricky little people, so actually finding them will be difficult. But just the act of looking would fill my soul with joy.

I would like to one day ride in a limousine with a sun roof. While driving by a group of people I want to pop out and yell some great news to everyone there like "It's my birthday!" "I'm going to get married!" "I graduated!" "I lowered my cholesterol!" Or even "I got an A!!!" Really whatever good thing happened recently would be great. I'm open to options since I don't usually have many rides in limousines.

I want to go star-gazing with a real telescope in the middle of a field where there is nothing for miles, but not just by myself. The whole experience would have to last the whole night. Just watching how the sky changes as the night progresses reminds me of when my siblings and I would sleep outside during the summer more nights than we slept inside.

I have a little bit of a secret hope that someone that I love would create something about me. There was actually a friend that I had in high school who said he wanted to write a song about me, and at the time it kind of weirded me out. But since then I've always loved when someone does that for someone. It could be a song, a painting, anything that would represent what the person means to the artist. Again, this would have to be someone that I was very close to - or I wouldn't know what to think. Something like that would just melt my heart. I'm kind of a sucker for sincerity.

I want to ride along the coast...both coasts actually. Car or bike, and for that matter I'd like to travel through Europe in some atypical way. But technically the travel through Europe is from a different list, so that's enough of that.

Just a small part of me wants to become a true Aggie, for the experience. However I'm not a huge fan of much pda; so that would be just a little conflict of interest. But there is always the exception to the rule.

I want to learn how to play Canon in D. Over time I've made a lot of process toward this goal. However since I don't really know how to play piano, every time is like starting over.

I want to witness a miracle. Like something truly miraculous. I know that little miracles happen everyday. Hearing children's laughter, seeing life begin, rainbows, interactions of kindness I know are all sent from God. I am grateful for each of these experiences because they testify everyday that there is a Loving Father in Heaven who is orchestrating a greater whole. But one day I would like to see something that is just awe-inspiring.

I kind of have had another secret goal for a number of years...don't worry about how long. But at every stage in life, I always would like to feel that I am an angel to someone. Just a consistent something that I would like to be a part of all my life.

And with that I will say my last one. Since I was a little girl there has been something that I have always looked forward to. Something that when life gets hard, I always think about this overall end desire. It is something that when I think about, it helps me to refocus my thoughts and prioritize to what is truly important and helps me to let insignificant things fall away. It is something that sometimes I dream about, something I talk to my Heavenly Father about. It is something that I can sometimes have just a little glimpse of if I strive to always be close to the spirit. It is also something that I have told very few people, and will continue to do so. Thus I will not tell it on my blog! : D

Running

I really like running. I also really like doing things with people. My logical thought has been, there are many of my friends who like to run too - lets do it together! I couldn't figure out why in the world I ended up not enjoying it as much as I had in the past. I enjoyed the company, but not the run at all. Eventually a few of us started running around a track with the disclosure that everyone run at their own pace. I loved this. Not because I could go at my own pace - in fact I realized how much I wanted to go faster and would still probably not stay caught up with people. In the end I realized I like running as me time. Not just me, but me and my Father in Heaven time. Sometimes I slow to just a walk, sometimes I just run without much to discuss with Him. But that time I feel is important and when I miss it - or go to the gym with music blaring - I don't feel as complete as other times. In the end, I just need my sacred time to ponder and learn.

I think we all need some pondering time. A time where we can just put everything aside and feel close to our maker. We need that time to energize us to move forward and do what we need to. If I have ever in the past - or in the future not seemed very excited to join anyone in running, please understand. As much as I would love to, I can't. I need my sacred time! So do we all!!

If there's one thing I would encourage people to do, it's to find an activity to bring you closer to Him. A lot of people go to the temple, some read scriptures, pray, attend church, meditate, etc. I think these are all excellent. I think these are all things that should continue to be done. But if for whatever reason there you still feel you need a break from your days, find something that can work for your needs...like the extra dose of endorphines!

The Blessing of Learning...

I feel like there are certain times in life that we get to have the opportunity to see just how incredibly human we are. We all have these times in life; the times that you slam on your brakes but somehow your foot found the gas pedal instead. Or when you think you should probably get gas fairly soon, but instead you drive past the inconvenient gas station only to find out the next one isn't for another 50 miles. Or the times when you try to make a situation right but you just keep making it worse no matter what you say. The list goes on forever, as mortals we are just flawed.

Why in the world do we do the things we do sometimes? Personally I know in certain situations I seem to always have the same response. Yet I seem to think somehow I'll think differently. Somehow, because certain details are different - I will change my thinking. Nope, not so.

I've thought a lot about the Atonement the last few days. Any reason to draw nearer to my Savior is a good thing to me. :)
I was reminded of an experience of playing hide and seek with my brothers and sisters at my grandparents house many years ago.

It was a hot day and we were starting to get bored. I don't know who suggested the game of hide and seek, but they were a genius. All the adults were gone for pretty much the day and Grandma and Grandpa's house was the perfect hide and seek kingdom! We hid everywhere, and every round was an adventure. At one point I started to notice a closet people would hide in and it seemed to take a very long time to find. The reason why was I was packed full of stuff. Huge thick coats - and so many if you wanted to put something more in there, you'd have to really push...hard. It was so full even if you were to look in the closet most often you would miss someone there. The only reason people were ever found was because you could see their feet. Then came my brilliant beyond brilliant plan. I would hang off the same wonderful place the hangers were to hide my feet! People wouldn't even see my hands because there was so much at the top too! It would be one of those marvelous games where people would have to give up looking for me - and they would never know where I was.

At this point, I'm sure it's fairly clear why I didn't major in physics or engineering. That day was the first day I learned what a dowel is. I held on for a little while, but as people were walking by everything collapsed. And it fell right on top of me. My first instinct was to figure out a way to put it back together - fix the problem to the best of our abilities, then tell the adults when they get home. It'll all be fine. But my dear brothers and sisters saw a very different picture. There was no way we'd be able to put it all back together. In fact, the look on their faces reflected a little more the opinion that's it's been nice having me as a sister...but... And what they had to say, I don't remember. But the shear panic in their voices suddenly made me terrified for my own life as well. All they could suggest was to hide again.

Now the game of hide and seek became a matter of life and death. I ran upstairs at the suggestion of those I love - in hopes that it was not the last time I saw them. Eventually I found the perfect spot. Under a guest bed. Not just any guest bed would do what this bed would bless me with. It was a king size bed that was low enough there was only an inch or two above my head. Now, normally this would have been a problem since I am very claustrophobic. However, even as a young child I knew my priorities. Living or anything else...I chose living. I didn't have to wait long either...or a few precious minutes felt like milliseconds considering my possible fate.

Then it happened. My uncle Steve was the first to come home. As soon as he saw my siblings making a sad attempt to put things in order, I'm sure numerous neighbors heard his questioning what happened. My heart was beating so hard and so fast I may have gone lightheaded...or it was the small space, either way I knew I had to pay attention to every detail to know what would happen to me. It all took a matter of seconds - my uncle's questioning what happened...and then that response. Not only did they say that I did it, but they told him I was upstairs! Oh the betrayal. I was honestly close to jumping out from my hiding place to put inline whoever had the audacity to rat me out so quickly. But then I heard them... steps coming up with the intent to do who knows what! I was only a little girl! I was so scared and didn't know what to do! The floor shook beneath me, if only a real earthquake would occur. At least then I would know my fate! I tried to be quite, but he must have heard my whimpering as soon as he came to the top of the stairs, because he came straight to the room I was in.

As soon as he came in, his verbalizing my name just made me hide farther under the bed. I was fully aware that if a person said your name in a tone like that it was best to just stay away. Don't worry. I was going to live out the rest of my life under that bed if needed. As the minutes past, he seemed to slowly cool down. Maybe it was the realization that I was incredibly stubborn and really would live under the bed if I had to, maybe it was the fact that this little girl was hiding under a bed that may be squishing her and all the tears and shaking that went along with the whole situation. Either way, it seemed out of nowhere, a miracle happened. He said that I was obviously sorry for what had happened. He would talk to my grandparents and offered to go downstairs and get some ice cream.

I was dumbfounded. I went from absolute terror as to what would happen as a punishment to comforting words and ice cream.

That day my uncle started to become one of my all time favorite people. Whatever he suggested as an option to do, I was up for because it always ended up being a great experience. From his just being himself, I found the joy of "Cats" and other musicals or music in general. Also, the joy of writing my thoughts and so many more things. Most of all, from him I later learned what the Atonement really means. Sometimes we do things because we think it will be a brilliant plan, but it backfires incredibly. In times we may think there is just no hope for the future, just remember this one thing. The Savior knows the intent of your heart. We make mistakes in life - sometimes like breaking things in your grandparents' home, some much more extensive. But always remember HE is there to advocate your cause. HE is there to stand in your place. HE is there to make right what is beyond your capacity to make right. And He will.

There are many things in life that we need to own up to. But for those things that are beyond our control, there is most gratefully, the Savior.

The joy of cornstarch...

You know how you can look back on things and realize "Good heavens, could I have done things any worse than I did?" It seems I do that frequently. Most of the time I don't know how I could have done things differently - I just seem to think of the worst choice and go with it. Now the feeling left over most thoroughly stinks. It seems like sometimes some things in life come and go through out lives like water through our hands. Have you ever made the concoction of cornstarch and water? It is a unique substance that when you shape it and mold it continuously, it is like a solid form similar to play-dough, but wet. However, if you stop for just a second it turns more into a thick liquid. It seems there are so many situations in life that are just this way. And thus my problem comes.

I seem to get myself into new situations all the time that I'm not really sure where I stand, what I think, how I feel; Or how others stand, think and feel toward me. When this happens I seem to clam up and want to only do what I feel comfortable with. We all like to stick to what's comfortable right? Well the problem is, I form my little ball of gooey clay and suddenly realize I don't know what to do in a situation - then as much as I enjoyed and loved playing with my little ball, it's liquid and through the fingers it goes.

We have been told numerous times to "act and not be acted upon". I feel like in certain things I'm so far from even being acted upon. It would seem no action is even necessary before things seem to consistently fall out of my hands. I hope and pray that one day I'll be able to mold my clay in a positive, lasting way. To whomever reads this - God Bless you and your patience and understanding toward me. I know there has got to be a lot.

I love learning through art! These are a few examples

So, these are a bunch of pictures I really like. I'll start out with just fun. These first ones are from James Christiansen. He truly is a remarkable painter. This first one is a composite of many fairy tales.
This one is called Faith, Hope and Charity. I love anything with those three together.

There are two types of people - those who wait to talk and those who listen. With all the noise of the world in our lives, we all have to find our own mute button. "Since a painting has not soundtrack, the title character at the center of The Listener has found the best way to shut off all the noise in the visual cacophony around him by closing his eyes," Christensen says. "Listening to his still, small, inner-voice, he remains centered without being overcome. We can all find peace in this busy world, but sometimes need to be reminded that we are in charge of our destiny and each of us has the ability to focus without being pushed and pulled as victims." The characters found in the colorful "noise" around the listener in this painting take many forms including politicians, mothers-in-law, musicians, and famous artists...try to find Picasso! Through it all, our listener ignores the noise in favor of his own personal tranquility.

This painting is of a woman touching the hem of a white garment...any guesses who?

This painting is of all the parables Christ told. I would love to one day go through and read each one, keeping in mind which part of the painting I am reading.

Another picture I have loved for a long time is Christ Healing the Sick at Bethesda, by Carl Bloch. There is so much to learn from this story, many talks given, and so much symbolism. For a certain year and a half span of time I used this picture as a means to teach. I feel it is one of hope, courage, charity, faith and healing. The actual scriptural account is found in John Chapter 5. I will write in more detail about it later.

So, a little over two years ago I realized just how incredibly much I had to work on to improve. I think we all have those times in life where we realize there's a lot to adjust within us. At this time I realized a lot at once, and it was a bit overwhelming. Then I saw this picture. And I thought of the scripture Ether 12:27

And if men come unto me I will show unto them their weakness. I give unto men weakness that they may be humble; and my grace is sufficient for all men that humble themselves before me; for if they humble themselves before me, and have faith in me, then will I make weak things become strong unto them.