The mental health benefits a single flower can pass to a person puts me at awe. The life, beauty and uniqueness of each stem and blossom fills me with admiration. I want to study the curvatures and movement of the petals while the color and variance keeps my eyes wandering. It builds my curiosity as I try to understand how so much beauty can be captured in such a magnificent structure. My hand clutches the blossom to absorb the wonderment I can’t take my eyes off. Before I dip my head in to smell the flower, I am caught off guard by the silky and thick petal that I stroke through my hands. I remember in that moment the soul of the organism. It reminds me of the life that spans across our earth and the life inside of me. Throughout history flowers have played an important role in human connection and as I feel the texture of the flower petals, I begin to understand the joy it brings to people. The beauty contained within this short living bouquet is a token of ourselves, each other and the world we live in.

Thankful for each bouquet that lives in my home. The little things.

In 2 weeks I will be travelling to Southeast Asia for a month and a half. My past experience in China and even other states within the United States has opened my eyes to the pollution in our world. The minute I get off a plane and step back into Minnesota I can breathe easy and smell the water and land in the air. Thank you Minneapolis for your clean air act and staying beautiful. 

Thankful for clean air. The little things.

There has been a recent fad on social media to post a picture everyday of the simple, little things that people don’t always remember to appreciate and take for granted. In a world of technology-overload and constant social media where people can’t put their phones down, although it’s not ideal, I think it is great trying to incorporate it into our lives and capture time. Because we all know… if it did’t happen on Twitter, it didn’t really happen.

My goal with these posts is not to try and create perfect moments but to really find the small things in our life that even people who are trying to appreciate the small things may over look. 

(via naimabarcelona)

It was time.

(via marianordvall)

January 13, 2014

I envy the souls they possessed.
Beautiful demeanor and passionate smiles.
One cynical and humbling.
The other radiant and bold.

In memory of Ken Hoang & Lauren Li.

Forever loved and missed.

Do all things with love.


I do not write because it is a calling.

Not because it is my passion, not even because I love it. 

It’s usually not to escape reality nor to escape from pain. 

I do not write for other people.

I write to quiet the voice in my head.

I used to paint. I used to love painting.

The easiest form of painting in a technological, on the go world in this 21st century is with words. It transcends. It breaks culture barriers and reminds me of what is human. 

Counting Stars. One Republic

Lately I been, I been losing sleep
Dreaming about the things that we could be
But baby, I been, I been prayin’ hard
Said no more counting dollars
We’ll be counting stars
Yeah, we’ll be counting stars

I feel something so right
By doing the wrong thing
And I feel something so wrong
By doing the right thing


Please untie the knots

that are in my mind,

my heart and my life.

Remove the have nots,

the can nots and

the do nots

that i have in my mind.

Erase the will nots, 

may nots, and

might nots that find

a home in my heart.

Release me from the 

Could nots

would nots and

should nots that

obstruct my life.

And most of all, remove from my mind

my heart and my life

all of the am nots

that i have allowed to hold me back

especially the thoughts

that I am not good enough.