Mistakes

this weekend was special, bittersweet, and of course thought provoking. adventure has a way of summoning thoughts.

changing them. changing you. creating them.

creating.

my dear sweet friend is getting married.

the dress..the most beautiful dreamy dress was fitted. and it was just that... dreamy and beautiful.

so we had this little adventure of a trip. we always make it an adventure. i love adventures with her.

there is something about traveling.. whether the distance be long or short, there is so much to gain and experience when you go somewhere.

I remember as a little girl having this deep longing to travel. i would play pretend that i was in a movie on this amazing expedition and becoming something because of it.

i can't really say there are specific places i have to see.. but all i know is i want to see.

every single time, without fail, there is this "journey" theme almost like a default that pops in my head. a trip is a journey. a trip evokes. it's an escape but it's also a reminder.

i was reminded of a lot.

love.

life.

mistakes.

they seem to interlace with one another.

my sister has this book on her night stand. everytime i come over i see it, i contimplate opening it, reading it, but its so cumbersome and big i just leave it right there and then walk away. but this last time i decided to peek inside.

the book is called "Drops like Stars" by Rob Bell. I like him. I've read all of his books, except for this one.

there's this one section called "The Art of Failure"

hmm. ok, i continue reading.

he talks about failure giving us the opportunity to become:

bitter or better

closed or open

more ignorant or more aware

more or less tuned in to the thousands upon thousands of gifts we are surrounded with every single moment of every single day.

and so it goes. this trip of course reminded me of this. whether it be in love, relationships, a former way of being, believing and living.

i've made a lot of mistakes. and it's very difficult a lot of times to move beyond the thoughts of; damn it..what the fleep was i thinking? why did i do that? why did i say that? why did i hurt them? i should have.. or may i could have...but i didn't.

we give other's grace but we forget to give that to ourselves. and when you don't you get stuck. stuck in something that keeps you from learning and living. LIVING... because its the only way to learn.

her dress reminded me of beginning." Let love begin again."

i heard that in church a couple of weeks ago.

during our time in St. Pete, which is a town I absolutely love and am very tempted to move to, we stumbled across a folk festival. we were all over this like white on rice.

above are some pictures of art from the festival that of course captured my attention.