on this rainy monday...

Amy Borrell

do what you love

last week I impulsively joined a yoga studio...for a month. because nothing says "i'm getting ready to move to africa" like a good sun salutation. and how could I not after watching this video*??

it's nothing like the good ole' days, but it sure does feel good.

*from the do what you love series from pacing the panic room which i am lovvvvinnnggg. 

one day...

...when my life becomes a little more stable and I use my own towels and I dont spend 95% of my time in some kind of transportation device, there are many things I would like to do--like collect art. 

danna's work does all kinds of things for the soul. Oh to stand at the foot of a mountain and to sleep under the stars and to be a collector of beautiful art...

I know really cute people

Holly Cook was the reason I decided to go to Auburn.

Holly Cook and her best friend, LeeAnne inspired Holly and I to make a "best friends blog."

Holly Cook is also the most talented designer I know. Everything she touches is gold. Ya'll, pure gold.

But, best of all--Holly Cook isn't Holly Cook anymore, she's Holly Hollen!

I know, even her name is cute. 

spoiler alert

Everyone who has a blog is blogging about Harry Potter, and it just so happens that I am a shameless conformist.

Last year we went roller skating and to Dairy Queen before the midnight showing... and it was awesome. Note the smeared eye-liner drawn scar on my head. It says, I love Harry Potter, but didn't have time to really get a costume together because I was roller skating.


That's dedication folks. And this is the movie we've all been waiting for! **SPOILER ALERT** The one where Christians all over the globe rejoice that Harry turned out to be a Christ-like symbol of sacrificial love and scoff at the dumb librarians everywhere who wanted this book banned. Please. I wrote a paper on that in Freshman English (back when I was young and fiery), and I still think it's dumb.

But REALLY. I can't wait to see the Dark Lord be defeated for all time on the big screen.

*If this is, in fact, a spoiler to you, you have done well at hiding under a rock for three and a half years now. I also have no mercy on you for not knowing how the most famous series in history ends, three and a half years after publication. 

i don't know about you

But this poster from the Rally to Restore Sanity really speaks to my soul,

because, you just always need more.

neighbors

Last weekend was the much-anticipated weekend in sunny Denver, and if I told you some of the things that happened, you wouldn't believe me. That has never stopped me before, and I won't let it now.

1. After hiking in beautiful Evergreen, CO we saw a herd of wild elk on the campus of a high school. Have you ever seen a wild Elk? They look strangely similar to a cross between a horse and a cow, and when I saw them I exclaimed "Look at all those horse-cows!" then thought, I'm not from around here.

2. Saturday night Emily got hit by a tree. Literally, a tree fell out of the sky, landed on her back and bruised her spine.

3. I ate salted maple pecan ice cream, and said it was the best ice cream I'd ever eaten (because it was) even though maple is one of my deepest offenders.

4. I dressed up as a giant breakfast sausage to get a $2 burrito from Chipotle.

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Real life, folks. Now I'm home in Greenville, and normally I'd have the post-vacation blues, but not today. Just the I-don't-live-in-a-neighborhood-with-my-friends blues.

The past months have been months of travel allowing me to sit face-to-face with people I love all over the country. I'm exponentially joyful that I get to do that, but I also can't help but think about how I have to travel the country to spend time with them.

I woke up this morning poignantly reminded of it so I prayed that one day I will live within walking distance of some of those people again. There really is nothing I love more than walking to my friends' houses and them walking to mine, and at some point in the last few months I have come to believe that things like that don't matter as much as I once believed them to.

My friend Katie told me on Sunday night that she prayed for a house with a big front porch and a swing, and God graciously gave it to her. It reminded me that things like porches and neighbors are of great importance, perhaps the most important on some days, and we shouldn't forget to ask for them.