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I’ve been struggling with purpose,
though I know everyone does sometime.
I feel as though I know what to do,
but I’ve lost the ability to direct myself.
One day I hope to open myself up
to someone else’s directives so
I can learn from them,
clear my own path through the wood.
I know it’s possible;
I know I can do it,
but the mere thought of my success
scares me.
Am I making sense?

I was just taking this picture of my cute mug, but now it looks like he’s judging me

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Almost no one can say that haven’t given their

Utmost effort and was paid what she deserved;

Today the feelings of being betrayed and

Utterly dejected filled my afternoon.

Maybe I ought to start telling myself

New things every morning for which I am thankful.

I like sunsets + clouds together

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When One Learns to Fly

Friday afternoon as I was decompressing from work, I was startled by fussy squawks from the jays outside. I watched one come to my porch to grab a peanut. Assuming the pair were just hungry, I resumed whatever I was doing until I was ready to leave to visit my family. But later, as I walked to my car, I was stalled by a horrific sight–a baby blue jay had fallen nearly twenty feet from the oak tree and flat onto the pavement! I was sure it was gone from such a plummet, but then I saw it breathing.

I threw my bags into the car and grabbed a cardboard Honey Maid Graham Cracker box from the recycling. Tearing it open, I slowly approached the wee feathered babe. I saw its eyes flutter open as I slid its limp body of electric blue feathers from the cement and onto the box. It began to screech at me, as its parents did while they swarmed the tree branches above my head. I thought it must have knocked itself unconscious.

Baby Blue Jay

Careful not to juggle him around too much, I placed him beneath a bush outside of my apartment gate. He sat on the box breathing heavily. I ran inside to refill the birdseed, and I placed a pile next to the baby just in case he’d want a bite while he recovered. Apparently I’d popped his bubble, and he began to cry at me again–beak wide open so I could see his magenta baby bird tongue.

Then I thought, well, other people might like to see this. Maybe I could get a good photo while he sat regaining consciousness. When I returned to capture his beautiful face forever, he regained some strength, stood, and hopped off around my neighbor’s fence! It was a blessing. My heart was beating so quickly during the endeavor because I thought he wouldn’t make it to live another day with us.

I realize, then,  that American culture has made us vain, making us believe that we need to tell all of our social media friends about everything we do. We want to document every moment, meal, trip, and we don’t just appreciate what God gives us; we take these little nuances for granted. I saved a baby bird from being run over. I should have relished in the fact that he was breathing and his parents watched from inside the bush while I fed them. Observing him and making him comfortable with my presence would have been so much more rewarding than attempting to take a picture. I think his retreat was a sign that I need to learn to enjoy life and not always try to snap an Instagram-quality picture. I don’t know how quickly I will change my ways, but being aware of the appropriate time for photos will be my goal.

This baby bird helped me to see just how precious our moment was, just me and him. Petit Bleu.

I am not certain on Petit Bleu’s condition, though I haven’t seen him or any jay feathers lying around. His right wing was fanned out when I found him, so I didn’t know if it had been broken or not. When he hopped away, the wing seemed to fold back into place and he flapped both of his wings enough to allow him to jump up to the sidewalk and around the side of the fence. I believe I might have heard his crying this morning when I saw his parents stopping by for breakfast. It seems he may be alright, after all.

❤ Michelle

A Saturday Tale

It was a chilly, winter Saturday morning, and I wanted nothing more than to follow my New Year’s resolution and chase adventure!

My family decided to take a stroll through our local farmer’s market to visit an old friend (who sells thebest salsain the whole world) and grab a hot breakfast cooked to order. We enjoyed her quail egg breakfast sandwiches, as well as some baked cinnamon donuts by the most exquisite baker in town. Is your mouth watering yet?

We also tried some spicy BBQ sauce made with cane sugar, and warmed our frigid fingers to a blend of freshly ground coffee, made from a local couple. I’m SO grabbing a bag of that Sumatra next time! Pop that into the French press and steam away…

A couple of other goodies we found was a homemade king cake by the talented Mrs. Francis (who’s basically everyone’s grandmother), some chips created by a guy who was in the high school band with me, some divine pastries from yet another baker, and a bottle of herbal root beer kefir soda. I have to admit…I really dig this soda! It’s fermented with yeast, and the lady who makes them in town has so many flavors to choose from! When I visit her tent, it’s like going to a juice bar. She even has little fountains so you can taste a few different flavors to find your favorite. Be warned–these are considered probiotics! (And make you feel GREAT!) [Insert Thumbs-Up Here]

I’ll take this time to mention I also pet the most adorable boxer I’ve ever met. She’s chocolate brown with a satin coat, and the sweetest smile and tail wag! I made her extra excited, so she almost knocked her owner to the ground… She looked like this, just a darker brown.

I apologize for the lack of photographs, I seem to have been too concerned with keeping my hands warm that I neglected my phone! You can see a few of our buys here, though:

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Can you spot hard-boiled Mardi Gras quail eggs?


The Farmer’s Market was only the beginning of Saturday adventures, though. After running a few errands and resting for a couple of hours, it was time to get ready for the Polyester Power Hour PartyIt was a night filled with disco music by a local band, Krossfyre, and boogie shoes all around. The band was phenomenal! No one even needed a chair, because everyone wanted to dance. If you want to hear some clips, visit my Instagram post and swipe past the photos.

I’ve never really been “out,” as people call it, because I don’t drink, and I don’t prefer to be around a bunch of people who drink too much. It’s not usually how I have fun, so it was a new experience for me. But…this party was a riot, and my beau and I had a blast!

The main reason I had a blast was due to two people whom I’ve been dying to meet–the hosts of the morning show on our local radio station! I have been listening to them for nearly 15 years now, and it was an honor to meet them. It MADE. MY. YEAR. Thank you, C.J. and Debbie Ray, for being so kind to take a photo with me.

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-beaming with pure happiness-

What new experiences do you look forward to on the weekend? Once you have the chance to unwind and have time to do what you love?

❤ Michelle

The Super Bloody Blue Moon

Let me begin by admitting that before today, I wasn’t absolutely sure of the definition of a “blood moon” or a “blue moon.” Just in case you are also in the dark (pun intended), here’s some explanation!

Blood moon – a lunar eclipse where the moon appears to be red when shadowed by the Earth.

Blue moon – the second full moon in the same month.

Super moon – when the moon is closest to the Earth


This morning before work, Mum fluttered in like a sparrow before the sunrise to remind me of the all-natural, awe-inspiring, magical phenomenon that was the blue blood moon. I was lucky enough to capture a photo that didn’t blur.

Check it:

The Bloody Blue Moon

This super moon lit up the frosty grass with an azure glow. I find the moon mysterious, inviting. Moonlight is only a reflection of the powerful light that our sun creates, but it seems to breathe into us a different life force. While practicing yoga, I learned that the moon is connected to our feminine spirit. Could this be true?

Ever since I can remember, my mother and grandmother wouldn’t sleep well on nights of a full moon. I’ve had this trouble as well. (I’m sure there’s plenty of folklore to keep that tale afloat.) Could our bodies or spirits be connected to the moon like the oceans’ tides? Are we being tugged at in earnest, as the moon closely rotates our planet? Are we closer to our natural satellite than we understand? Is it electric? Is it emotional? Is it biological? Is it magnetic? Is it…spiritual?

Do you feel connected to the universe? Do you feel unusually connected to nature in some way? I’d love to know. 🌘

❤ Michelle

Photos of the Season

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Welcome back to the halfway-point of the Autumn Lovin’ Series! I take lots of photos (as my phone told me this morning I have run out of storage), and this season especially encourages me to capture every special moment. Mostly I’ve taken pictures of the sunset, but I love taking photos with my family and at events like festivals or other outings that I enjoy particularly in the fall.

There are so many opportunities to take pictures at home. Our back yard is beautiful, and our neighbors’ cat blends right in.

When I’m away from home, I get even more inspiration! We don’t get a huge view of the sky where I live, so when I see a huge sky, it makes me want to take as many shots as possible so I can remember it.


What inspires your creativity? Photography, art, writing, or otherwise? 🍁📷🍂

❤ Michelle