Brainshambles

I really didn’t fancy this song until I heard it paired with video. Grungy, dirty and emotive. Obviously, I’m now captivated. I’m such a sucker for anything Rihanna. And who’d have thought this was shot in Belfast, Ireland?

It’s a snowy Saturday morning. Babies woke me way too early. Oh well, time to keep calm and carry on!

Another re-post. Sue me!

I know I’ve posted this one before, maybe a few years ago. But it’s my go-to moody violin-pop-mashup. Watch, and try to tell me your little heart doesn’t go “pitter patter”. Really, maybe I should just go to bed!

After a truly long and tumultuous week, I came home to my adorable and fast-growing baby girls. Little Miss Paige, who has been making serious progress in the crawling department, has sprouted a little jagged tooth!

I was so tickled to be the first to discover her little tooth. Poor girl was quite unhappy. Funny, how the “mama instincts” kick in at all the right times. I’ve talked about this a few times on brainshambles, as I never planned on having babies. I have always been a healer, but whenever I feel like “mom”, I’m still surprised. The superwoman complex carries with it a very large pair of shoes and many, many hats. At the end of the day or the week, I remind myself how lucky I am.
Even when circumstances aren’t ideal.
When the answers aren’t clear.
Tired and a bit battered by the reality of imperfection.
I am lucky to experience anything beautiful. Nothing in the world is as beautiful as pure love. Passion manifests in dozens of ways for me. I hold in my heart the privilege and burden of living a passionate life. Any of the pain is worth the beauty in the end. I refuse to stop believing. S H I N E.

When life brings you down, watch videos of baby sloths. When life brings you up…watch more videos of baby sloths. Seriously.

I haven’t written with much substance lately. My first instinct is to apologize and beg forgiveness from my readers and self. But I have grown quite tired of offering unwarranted apologies these past few months. A hard habit to break. But truly, why are we often so compelled to confess sins of self-truth? What does that mean? Is it merely a growing pain behavior?
So, tonight…this small manifesto shall serve only one purpose (of my choosing). I want to take the time out of the hectic drudgery of day-to-day routine to check myself at the door and proclaim some real facts. which I believe are testaments to the basic characters of my good nature.
I give all I can to everyone [even those who care not or ask not]. I burn hard and hot to provide light during times of profound darkness, I nourish my beautiful twin babies and I work hard with passion and purpose. Not without many flaws, do I wake each day with the drive to push onward towards the goals of happiness and passionate living. Against all obstacles I stare the impossible head on. And as Audrey Hepburn once said, “nothing is impossible. The word itself says, ‘I’m possible!’”

“Sometimes there’s so much beauty in the world I feel like I can’t take it, like my heart’s going to cave in.”