americanartluce:

Misch Kohn, Girl Without Violin, 1940, color lithograph on paper, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Jean Nichols

americanartluce:

Misch Kohn, Girl Without Violin, 1940, color lithograph on paper, Smithsonian American Art Museum, Gift of Jean Nichols

Missing scenes like this back home in Toronto…

Missing scenes like this back home in Toronto…

thecarefree-art:

procrastination = hijabi babe power
Also available on my Society6 !

Yes.

thecarefree-art:

procrastination = hijabi babe power

Also available on my Society6 !

Yes.

No matter how much I try to ignore it. How far away I push it. How many denials I pour on top of it. How much criticism I give it. I can’t run away from the facts. 

I am a writer. 

I’ve tried other things- singer, dancer, lifeguard, aid worker…

But it always comes back to this. 

That’s why I feel guilty when my unfinished manuscript goes unchanged for months, or when I watch endless TV shows instead of getting down to business. I can’t ignore my calling. I can’t let myself waste my talent. No matter where I go, the words haunt me, calling me back to the page to continue what my life is supposed to be about. 

Dear Sister

I wish I could steal you in the dead of night

Just pick you up and try to take flight

Till we’re off in the clouds, out of sight

Of the shadows that lurk in your room

I’d tuck you in bed and say a prayer

The tiptoe down our old, old stairs 

To an antique kitchen where I’d prepare

All the things that you like best

In the morning we’d picnic in the sun

And wade in the lake till our toes were numb

You would sing and I would strum

And I’d make you a bright flower crown

But I’ve made a mess of my own life

With the guilt that cuts like a knife

And if I had diamonds instead of strife

I would take such good care of you

Sometimes I wake up rigid with fear

And all I want is to hold you near

To brush away each and ever tear

Like when we were small and afraid

Because I feel your heartbeat in my chest

The ocean between us is a test

Without your voice, it is so hard to rest

I need you next to me

Dear sister, someday the light will come

And though the struggles won’t be done

At least we will help each other to run

Together, till we reach those clouds

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I found this #autumn leaf at my feet. Perhaps it travelled in the wind, all the way across the ocean, the dry dessert sand, to taste the hot sun of Egypt. It looked as out of place as I am. Do its yellow points draw attention like yellow hair? Does it miss its shaded forest home, cool and dark and magical? Is it homesick?#fall #vsco #girlgi #travel #egypt

I found this #autumn leaf at my feet. Perhaps it travelled in the wind, all the way across the ocean, the dry dessert sand, to taste the hot sun of Egypt. It looked as out of place as I am. Do its yellow points draw attention like yellow hair? Does it miss its shaded forest home, cool and dark and magical? Is it homesick?#fall #vsco #girlgi #travel #egypt

Speaking of Anne of Avonlea…this photo reminds me of her. 

Speaking of Anne of Avonlea…this photo reminds me of her. 

After every chapter of Anne of Avonlea, I just want to lay my head down on my desk and dream. It’s one of those books that airs out your soul, leaving it as fresh and pure as a blue sky with white clouds. A peaceful little smile, a happy heart, an optimistic view of what is to come. 

An all-time fave- Lincoln Park After Dark by OPI. 

An all-time fave- Lincoln Park After Dark by OPI. 

Wonder days

Wonder days

"…they talked for a time of their plans and wishes…gravely, earnestly, hopefully, as youth loves to talk, while the future is yet an untrodden path full of wonderful possibilities."
LM Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea