Haecceity

hek-see'i-tee, n (Latin, from haec, this)

   The aspect of existence on which individuality depends; the hereness and nowness of reality. First coined by the philosopher Duns Scotus, haecceity is that sense one gets of being in the present tense, the pure experience of a single moment in time. 

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Words From Una Bella Vita

"it’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas and for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry, in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does." 

I check This Lovely Blog almost every day, and today I just had to "re-tweet" part of her post. It was just that good.

Just discovered these beautiful dresses by Sarah Seven.

I want to wear one and take a walk in all the sunshine outside today.

[who cares that they're wedding dresses, they are beautiful and should be worn quite often]

Alas, I have neither the money nor the time to spend out of doors.

Someone else go soak up some vitamin D for me.

Okay thanks.

Progress

Pantone has released its "Spring Color Prediction"

And in the excitement of springtime, I decided to make a series of little illustrations based on the predicted palette. Nothing brilliant, just fun. I'll post the rest when I've finished.

This Will Be A Waldo Week

I can already feel it. 

Outside of class and coffee dates, I'll be hard to find. 

It's Almost Sundress Season

♥

Tea Time

I missed my friend Zack

So we had some tea

And the light was lovely

Quite lovely

And I got to know this kid a bit better

He was very obliging.

And that, dear friends

Is the end.

A Little Revaluation

  I’ve been thinking. This usually happens during my swims or long walks.

Valentines this year had a new flavor, the flavor of decision and of contentment. 2010’s Valentines was my first to spend with an actual, serious, boyfriend. In 2010 I thought I had everything.

But somehow, as a single girl spending her 2011 Valentines with other girls, I felt like I had even more. There were so many beautiful moments on that day, like waking up to the sunrise peeking through my teal curtains. Like carrying daisies around the grocery store, and feeling beautiful just holding them and being excited to give them to my beautiful friends. Things like that, days like that, though they ooze with clichés and cheese- those are the things that will define this semester.

That is the contentment flavor, the decision is simply this: I am twenty, I am single, and I love it. Really, I do. I am inebriated on independence.

   I’m sure one day I’ll get around to finding that guy with Jimmy Stuart charm and a Tom Hanks laugh. I’ll know I’ve found him when he’s the kind that can write to me about bouquets of newly sharpened pencils, bring me daisies instead of roses, and not be afraid to scrape all the garnish off that dish just because it gets under my skin. (I’m referencing You’ve Got Mail a bit today, I think it’s time for me to watch it again.)

But until that day gets here, I am decidedly content to be Kate. And that is it. 

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Postsecret from Sunday

 

I couldn't have said it better.

When you begin your day by turning off your alarm in your sleep and so missing that much needed shower or time to finish an assignment, you know that you are 

Now. 

Officially. 

Stressed. 

I sincerely hope everyone's week is going better than mine. 

Love & Creative Juice

2011's Valentines are Jane Austen themed. I seem to be sticking with one source of inspiration these days. Some of the quotes may not be perfect for the holiday, but I find them rather amusing.

What has been greatest about this holiday is realizing how many people I want to send my love to. It makes me feel very blessed, despite the extra work.

A Conversation with Darcy

"And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody."

And yours," he replied with a smile, "is willfully to misunderstand them."

-Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice) 

Darling Jane has done it again. Words from 1813 continue to reflect my own life experiences.

Song Of Soloman 8:6

Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm, for love is strong as death, jealousy is fierce as the grave. Its flashes are flashes of fire, the very flame of the LORD.

Every day it seems that I fail at letting Christ be the center of my heart, the seal upon my arm. And at the end of every day, when I am reminded of my true intentions, I think: how is it that people struggle to love me, when if they could actually see my heart- they would never stop running. 

But you see all of those things, and you are the most constant of friends, fathers and protectors. You even want me to take part in your plans. You could see Mary Magdalene's heart better than anyone else, and you still chose to love her and accept her when no one else would even touch her. You see the condition of my heart, the vile selfishness, the pride, and you still command that I place you as a seal over it.

I really and truly know nothing of love.

I'm the greatest Pen-Pal.

Trouble is, no one else likes to put effort into the art of creative snail mail. 

Bucket Birth

I am a list person.

How else can I get my thoughts organized? 

Pie charts work well for my plethora of emotions and their strength (in percentages)

I have a list for everything that I don't trust my memory with (which is a great deal)

But until recently, making a bucket list wasn't something I was ever interested in. I thought that people shouldn't go through their life with a checklist of what they believe to be the most important and fulfilling things to see or experience. They should simply live "to the fullest with what they've been given" or something along that trail. (And I still believe that, to an extent.)  

But then one day, I discovered that my bucket list was already made- it was hiding within the List of Ambitions. 

And I thought, how can I justify ambitions and not bucket?

Hence, the bucket has begun. On a graph paper pad, no less. 

I think this is an admirable start. From my perspective, however, it may only be a band-aid on a much bloodier wound.

From the pages of "Speak", by Laurie Halse Anderson

I crouch by the trunk, my fingers stroking the bark, seeking a Braille code, a clue, a message on how to come back to life after my long undersnow dormancy. I have survived. I am here. Confused, screwed up, but here. So, how can i find my way? Is there a chain saw of the soul, an ax i can take to my memories or fears? I dig my fingers into the dirt and squeeze. A small, clean part of me waits to warm and burst through the surface. Some quiet Melindagirl I haven't seen in months. This is the seed I will care for.

I reread parts of the book a night ago. I am not Melinda, and I haven't had her experiences, but this passage spoke to me. Like Melinda, my pain and fear has made me dormant. 

But it doesn't have to stay that way. The time has come to speak.

6am Thought

The man

braved every gust of wind, sleet, snow, and ice

only to face water in its chlorinated form.

braver than the regulars

braver than the swim team

This man 

is the reason I had to leave my bed 

with only five hours of sleep

and trek through a foot of snow

to watch him thrash through water.

But.

I won't regret it

if

he does it for a woman.