The Eyes are the Window to the Soul

The Eyes are the Window to the Soul
The Eyes are the Window to the Soul

My latest photo manipulation.


“Build your own…

“Build your own dreams, or someone else will hire you to build theirs.” – Farrah Gray

This made me laugh because it’s the truth!

Magic vs Miracle

I was hanging with friends last night, and I was telling a recent story about my son, who’s 8, and his sudden interest and inquiry into the “real” Santa Claus.

About two weeks ago, my son came up to me and said, “mom if we have a chimney but no fireplace, how does Santa get in?” I said to him, matter-of-factly, “oh, he comes through the front door.” He looks at me puzzled and says, “but how, the door’s locked, he can’t just come in?” I smiled at him, and said “his magic, that’s how he gets in everywhere.”

He stares at my husband and I with his innocent, big brown eyes and says “wait, you guys believe that too?”

Without hesitation I say, “Of course!”

After he walks away, my husband and I look at each other like, did that really just happen? Wow, that was a close one…wait did he just say we’re too old to believe in magic?

Then I whine “no, don’t I get at least two more years?”

Since this incident, I’ve got to thinking…when do we stop believing in magic? Or do we stop? Maybe we just call it something else – a miracle perhaps?

As adults, we understand that a magician’s trick is really an illusion. Magic is not real. But children relate magic to “an unexplained occurrence where the outcome is good.”

Santa Claus, Tooth Fairy, Easter Bunny, The Great Pumpkin (had to throw that in there)

As we get older, we stop believing in magic. However, nearly 80 percent of all Americans, say they believe in miracles. (This statistic was taken from both a CBS news poll and a study “Religion Among the Millennials.”) What each individual’s true definition of a miracle is – I can’t say – but that’s a significant number.

So back to the analogy, magic vs miracles, do we really stop believing?

I can say for myself, I don’t believe in magic and I haven’t since third grade. But I do believe in miracles.

A divine intervention? A supernatural force? A break in the law of nature? Or is it just having hope? I don’t know, and I can’t explain it –  small miracles happen everyday – it’s just magic!

Photo Manipulation

I love looking at photo manipulations. It’s interesting to see how artists perceive things and the phenomenal way they tie in fantasy with everyday objects, nature and people.

When looking at this type of art, my creative drive increases. Ideas start flooding my brain. Hmm… maybe that can be my next photo manipulation!

What can I say, it inspires me.

Here’s one of my favs.


by PhotooManipulation

If you would like to check out more, Pelfind has a pretty cool collection.

Try Something New

Today I am entering my first chili contest!

This is the first time I made chili and I chose a thai white chicken chili. It’s also the first time I dabbled with thai food. 

It’s all in good fun!

What are you trying today?

Today I Am Thankful

I cried on my way to work today.

I didn’t cry because I was sad, I cried because I was thankful. Thankful to God, the universe, whatever that higher power may be. I do not consider myself to be a religious person [organized religion] but I do consider myself a spiritual person. I went to Catholic school for 12 years, but as I got older, I questioned the faith more and more. I understood the morals and values of religion, but I didn’t understand how a specific religion could say it was “the one”.

I’ve always believed that their is something greater than me and that as we move on to another ‘plane’, we will be some form of connected energy in a place that is peaceful. I also stand by the values many religions teach us: to be kind, treat others right, and be the best person you can be… (why wouldn’t you want that?)

So back to why I was crying.

Yesterday was a snow day for my family and pretty much everyone on the East Coast. Like other snow days, we took the kids sledding. We get to the place and right away I didn’t feel right, because at the bottom of the hill, was a wall a short distance away. I tell my husband about my reservations and he jumps on the sled goes down the hill and stops ahead of it no problem. Still uneasy,  my plan was to go down and stay at the bottom to stop the kids if they get too close.

I jumped on the sled and it went down so fast my sled turned around and I smacked my head hard into the brick wall. It started bleeding – bad. I didn’t feel much pain because, I was in shock and didn’t want to upset the kids. I was also really mad at myself for not listening to my gut feeling.

I went to the hospital and got seven staples in my head and was sent home within an hour – no signs of a concussion (thankfully). I spent the day mad and annoyed with myself, “why, why, why” going over it in my head.

But today, I woke up and was extremely thankful. I know how hard I hit the wall and it could’ve been a lot worse, and that scares me.

I cried in the car on my way to work and just kept saying “thank you”. I am not one to pray, or so I thought. I couldn’t tell you the last time I said a Hail Mary or prayed for anything (well at funerals I usually say “please watch over [name] soul”). But today I realized that I had been wrong. I do pray. When I think about the last year, I can say that each time something happened and the outcome was somewhat good, I prayed (A prayer of gratitude) – I just didn’t know it.  Maybe it’s because it was after the fact, or I didn’t think a thanks even fell into the form of prayer. Maybe it’s because I was taught that prayer is formal. Whatever the reason, I know now that I pray, and today I prayed THANKS to whoever it is out there watching over me!

I found out at work that my friend’s daughter, who goes to Catholic school, had her intentions today, and the class prayed for me. All I can say is that I cried more 🙂

Will I be living a more inspired life this year? I sure as hell think so.