Sing to Me {Words from my Heart}

Sometimes all we need is a subtle reminder of the beautiful, little things...



Live in Love,
Keda

Happy 7th Birthday, JKnight!

Seven years have passed since I laid eyes on a tiny face that would change my world for the better. He has taught me about the depth of a mother's love for her son. He has taught me patience. He has taught me that sometimes, control is not mine to be had. He has taught me that I'm not as tough as I like to think I am. He has taught me how different one child can be from the next, and that that is a part of what makes this life, this family, so beautiful.

Happy birthday to my biggest little guy...the one who can melt me with a smile. Here's to 7 more great ones...and many more after that. Mama loves you, Kid.

Live in Love,
Keda

Prepping for Kinder

This is the year of preparation for Mr. Nikko Amari. It is his final year at home, before he begins Kindergarten. He must know deep down that time is ticking away because my little jokester has found a new thirst for knowledge. He wakes up wondering when he can begin working on his "mumbers," and goes to bed complaining that he didn't get to write all the letters one more time. Well, buddy...I promise you, I will do everything in my power in order to make sure you're ready to rock when next school year rolls around.

Here's to a successful (pre)school year for all of our students. Focus, determination & a positive attitude for all!

Live in Love,
}:{ Keda }:{


Oh, and of course Zion had to get in on the fun. He's learning right along with Nikko (according to him, Nikko's name is spelled K-K-K-K-O...close enough).

Thirteen Thankful Thoughts

Oh, Happy Day of Giving Thanks! It's a beautiful, chilly morning and I woke up with gratefulness in my heart and "Thank You" on my lips. It's no secret that I believe that God is Love and the author of all things beautiful. Everything wonderful in my world flows directly from Him. And so on this Thanksgiving Day, I thought I'd share 13 things that I'm thankful for.

1. Mr. Papillon - The hubby and I have been together since '99, married since '04. We've been through some wonderful times and some absolutely horrible times. But through it all, God saw fit to keep our family in tact and bring us even closer than when we first began. My husband is a ridiculously wonderful father and loves his babies with everything in him. He works hard to provide for us, with never a complaint. And when the time comes for me to step outside these four walls to follow my dream, he's always there, taking care of home until I return. That means the world to me, and I'm forever grateful for him.

4/10/04

 2. My Tiny Tribe - My mini Mama and my three boys provide me with so much laughter & love, frustration & confusion, hugs & kisses, hits & misses. We're learning and growing together. They've played such a big role in who I am. My Saja has taught me how to be gentle & kind. Jaden has taught me how to be patient & give unconditional love. Nikko has taught me to always keep a song on my lips and my heart within reach. And my Zion has taught me to have unwavering faith and to recognize God in the storms of life. My world is bright everyday because of my 4 little stars. I love them with all my heart.

3. The Parentals - I have the privilege of being born into a family that openly showed love to each other. To this day, I can't go without a hug and "I love you" without feeling like something's missing. Love is everything to me. It was planted way back when by my Mama & Pop. No matter the physical or financial circumstance, we NEVER lacked love. If you could deposit love into the bank, we would've been the wealthiest family on earth. And dollars can't compare to that. My folks have been married for 40 years. I'm so grateful for their example of perseverance and commitment. They laugh, they fuss, they work & they play. Their marriage, their union, their partnership...it's a beautiful thing.

My Mama & Pop

 4. My Siblings - I used to say that I had four parents instead of two parents & two siblings. I'm "the baby" of the family, with 4.5 years between me & my sister, and 6.5 years between me & my brother. I guess they figured they were grown by the time I came around, so they decided to give my folks a hand in the strictness department. In all seriousness, no matter how indifferent, how lonely, how difficult the world outside may have been, there was always safety, care & companionship in the company of my siblings. I remember cops & robbers, cowboys & indians, tag and hide & seek. Laughing til our sides hurt & imagining until our creativity begged for a rest. I remember layering up & playing in the snow until our fingers were numb. Making "watercress" sandwiches and rushing to clean the house when we knew Mama was on her way home from work. My childhood was so special and I thank my siblings for it. Now that we've grown up, our relationships have evolved, but the thing that hasn't changed is the laughter and the fact that we have lifelong friends in each other.

5. Papillon - I am so grateful to have found a profession that I love. I don't have to worry about the "Sunday Blues" anymore...you know that feeling you get onSunday afternoon because you can't stand the thought of going to work in the morning? Yeah, that one. That's a feeling of the past for me because now, I have a creative outlet that allows me to be myself and focus on the things that are important in my life.

6. My Papillon Family - For me, being able to meet you and get a glimpse into your life, it makes "working" a pleasure. I can honestly say that everyone of my clients, and everyone that has connected with Papillon on Facebook or the blog has been a gift to me. I have come to know some truly wonderful people over the past couple of years.

7. Health - This past week has been a trial as far as health is concerned. My baby has been sick with a "touch" of pneumonia and RSV (a respiratory virus). The illnesses robbed him of his smile, his giggle and his playfulness. But today, I see the smile returning. His silly personality is waking up and I'm reminded of all the little things that make me love him as much as I do. Today, I'm thankful for the health of my family and friends. And for those that are experiencing illness, I'm thankful that your healing is just around the corner.

Mr. Zion sitting through a breathing treatment. 11/18/11

 8. Provision - There are many people around us who don't have enough...enough food, enough money, enough love, enough hope. There are those without jobs, those without family, those without a home, those without a dream. On this Thanksgiving Day, I am thankful for provision. I am thankful that I have enough. I am thankful that even when I don't know how I'm going to make it, I always seem to...somehow. And more than that, I'm thankful that I can give of my "enough" to someone who is lacking.

9. Peace - There was a time when I felt imprisoned by my circumstances. I felt like I had no choice but to sit and watch my life unfold...like I had no say in the matter. I felt bound and gagged, helpless.

2008 - The year of the biggest storm in my life

Now, I am grateful to be able to say that I have an enormous amount of peace. Yes, my circumstances have changed, but even when times get rocky, there is still this undercurrent of peace that allows me to ride out the storm with a hopeful expectation of calmer times.

10. Laughter - They say that laughter is the best medicine. I think, whoever "they" are, are on to something. The best memories that I have are replayed with a soundtrack of laughter. And Lord knows I lost track of exactly what we were cracking up about, but I can still remember the feeling of my sides and my cheeks hurting from laughing so long and so hard. Few feelings top that in my book.

My beautiful sister doing what she does best.

11. True Autumn - Mmmkay, so I'm down here in sunny Texas, land of 70 degree Novembers, and it makes me miss the Midwest. Autumn is my most favorite season, with its brisk temperatures, its beautiful warm colors displayed on the trees, the wind whipping the leaves around in colorful swirls across the urban landscape... Just the word by itself paints a picture of beauty and fond memories for me. But I won't complain about the trees in Texas either being green or brown, or the likelihood that my boots will be collecting dust yet again. Instead, I will think on those beautiful seasons that color my memory and be thankful that they are a part of me.

12. Love - I know I've probably said it so much that your ears are numb to it by now, but in my world, God is Love, and Love is Life to me. It is by love my tiny world revolves. The love of God towards me allows me to love and receive the love of others. That love enables me to see past my own agenda and think about the best interest of those around me. What a beautiful place the world would be if we were all concerned about what was best for those around us.

13. Life - Waking up each morning, breathing in and out, opening my eyes to see the beauty of the creation around me, feeling the kisses and warm embraces of my family, opening my mouth to speak kind words to others, allowing my creativity to lead me in my endeavors...all of this is life. And I'm so grateful to be able to experience this crazy, beautiful ride.

Happy Thanksgiving!
Live in Love,

}:{ Keda }:{

Happy Veteran's Day!

To all of the brave men and women who dedicate their time and service to our beautiful country, to those who put the safety of others above their own, to those who take time away from their families so that we can have time with ours, I thank you. May God bless you in all you do. May he keep you and your families safe. May he grant us all peace and love and reward your selflessness. Thank You.

My brother, SSgt. Rawlins (USAF). My own personal hero.




Live in Love,
}:{ Keda }:{

A Lightning Symphony Revisited

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My creative voice has been knocking, pleading with me to let it out. I've let it lay dormant for sometime...too long. Lately, I've begun writing again and the words are promising, but as with anything left on a shelf for too long, they're a bit dusty. I decided to revisit one of my pieces from '09 to see what my mind was up to before I let it drift off to sleep. This is "A Lightning Symphony." 

If only my eyes could hear...

It was day.

The sun was setting through the clouds behind me,

illuminating my path in shades of pink and orange.

I barely noticed when He began to play for me.

Because it was day.

But as I looked ahead

on the path toward my destination

I began to see the subtle notes He played.

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Three notes of brilliant light

masked within the clouds on my left.

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Two notes, long and sweet on my right.

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A barrage of blasts straight ahead of me.

I almost dismissed it...

thought it was something man made.

It couldn't be Him,

Because it was day.

But as I continued to look ahead,

on the path toward my destination,

I realized.

It was a silent symphony played

for a single soul.

His notes continued to light the sky.

Singular parts played in succession.

But there was no rain.

His notes continued to light the sky.

Weaving themselves into three part harmony.

But there was no rain.

This Masterful Conductor,

Creator of Melody,

Weaver of Harmony,

directed each bolt into a

call and response of clouds...

Until they all crescendo into a luminous,

unified sound to illuminate my way

making my destiny as clear as day...

Only to be followed by the silence of a blue-black sky.

As I look ahead

on the path toward my destination,

I face the symphony.

The road is dark and uncertain,

but the storm does not come.

I must go boldly into the unknown

for I must reach my destination.

Lightening illuminates the contours of the clouds

revealing to me the Conductor's secrets.

And I listen.

I am not afraid.

I am in awe.

I boldly proclaim that my storm is

Over.

It cannot overtake me.

But it does begin to rain.

And then I understand that those drops

are my blessings.

They are the Conductor's secrets.

Some travelers on the road with me

do not hear His secrets.

At the first sight of a storm,

some run for cover.

They do not hear His secrets.

Others leave the treacherous road

and await the storm's passing.

They do not reach their destination

Still others choose to ignore the drops

and find themselves in a ditch.

They must be rescued.

And others sleep when darkness falls.

They do not hear His secrets.

But I...

I am listening.

I stand in awe of the beauty of His wonder.

I slow my pace and follow the light He gives me.

I am not afraid.

If only my eyes could hear.

As day turns to night,
and the night grows darker

and the road more uncertain,

the more His light reveals to me.

I almost missed it when it was day.

But now it is night

and I am in the middle of a storm.

And, though I cannot see it,

My eyes are fixed in the direction of my destination.

And just when the darkness surrounds me the most,

He plays for me just one more time.

And one more time.

And one more time.

The music slows, but

never stops.

Though I am uncertain, my tension eases

and my pace slowly increases.

I am not afraid.

The drops slow.

I can see more clearly.

It is still dark,

but there is more light.

Then the drops cease

And still He plays.

And I know,
He did this just for me.

Photo Courtesy: Weatherpix Stock Images

Perfectly Imperfect

I often have a picture in my head of how I want my kids to look, how I want them to behave, how I want them to be. And as I'm sure you guessed, that picture hardly ever matches my reality. Truth is, the same is true for me. But I'm learning that sometimes "good enough" is just that...good enough. They may not sit still for a photo, may not eat how, what and when I want them to. They may not keep their shirts tucked in or pants hole-free. But they're mine. They shine in other ways, and that's good enough for me.

A Mama & Daughter Moment

I woke my baby doll up this morning and, as usual, she groaned quietly, refusing to open her eyes. So I rolled her over and got her dressed in her half-asleep state. When she finally sat up, eyes still closed, she quickly nestled herself into my lap and snuggled her face into that crook in my neck that always seems to fit just right.

"She's so big," I thought to my self. "But I already know that I'll let her do this for as long as she wants to."

I let my mind roam to the not-so-distant future, to boys & shopping, car keys & braces. And there's something that tells me that, no matter how grown my baby gets, we'll still share brief moments like this one. And they'll remain buried in my heart forever. So here's to beautiful Mama & Daughter moments. Cherish them, always.

With Mother's Day quickly approaching, we've reached that time of year when our kids pick us dandelions, give us homemade cards made from construction paper & markers, and shower us with more hugs than we thought our arms could hold. It's the perfect time to reflect on girlhood dreams, wondering what it would be like to have a baby, wanting to experience that rite of passage. It's a time to rekindle the passion that was birthed in our hearts the first time we laid eyes on our tiny treasures. It's a time to inhale the sweet fragrance of motherhood.


Live in Love,
}:{ Keda }:{

April 18, 2003...

...was one of the most momentous occasions of my life. It was the day I became "Mama." It was the day I met the most beautiful girl in all the world. It was the day I realized that my heart could exist outside of my body.

That day was 8 years ago. EIGHT YEARS! Where did the time go? When  I look at my beautiful work in progress, I marvel at her character, her selflessness, her creativity, her heart...and I'm certain that I know what love looks like.











Live in Love,
Keda

*Stay tuned to see how we celebrated her big day!

Lessons Learned at the Park

It was an unusually warm February morning, so I decided to take my two littles to the park. As one was swinging and the other sliding, I took a moment to breathe in my environment. The sweetest bird song rang in my ear, and I followed the melody to the top of a nearby tree. He was a pretty nondescript little thing - grey with hints of blue and white around his neck...nothing that would have ordinarily caught my eye. As the breeze caressed my cheek and fluffy clouds rolled above me, I paused to study each melodious note uttered by the feathered creature. He sang loudly with his head tilted to the sky, each note crisp, sharp & beautiful. Then he stopped and turned his head as if to listen. Curious, I followed suit. It was then that I noticed that the song never stopped. The melody was carried on by another bird, not 50 feet away, at the top of a different tree. After a short while, my bird began to sing again. This time, though, it was different. Just as beautiful, but there was a change in the melody. And again, he stopped and listened. When he continued his song this time, my awareness had expanded - my mind had opened to this avian symphony. And the beautiful truth was laid bare. There never was a singular bird song. All along, it was a complex symphony of many different birds singing their very own songs. But they intertwined so beautifully, so seamlessly, it was as if they were all working together - each adding their own personal touch - to create something incredible that none of them could have accomplished on their own. Each song had it's own rhythm, it's own melody, it's own complex riffs and varying pauses. But each beautiful, melodious thread combined with the others to create a beautiful tapestry of sound that blanketed the air around me. Some birds were in trees with no leaves, others were in evergreens. Some were on lamp posts, others were on power lines. But one thing was sure...I never saw a bird singing from the ground. No matter their immediate location, they found the highest point that they could reach and sang their song proudly.

So, I challenge you, as I challenge myself. Find your song and sing it proudly. Go to the highest peak that you can manage and let the world hear your beautiful gift. Your surroundings may not be ideal, but do the very best you can with what you've got. And once you've begun to share your song, take a moment to pause and appreciate the songs of those around you. Listen intently, learn from them. Then sing again. And the big picture will show that you were indeed a vital part of this beautiful tapestry called life.

"Dawn has not yet broken,

Yet the sparrow gifts us with a song.

Light & sweet, whispering a melody of hope.

The sun will rise.

You may not believe it, but...

The sun will rise.

And,
Until your eyes can see

What my heart can feel,

I'll sing my sparrow's melody for you."

~Keda

Live in Love,
}:{

Supergirl

We were running late for school today, so we drove instead of walked. We said our morning prayers, exchanged "I love you's" and she hopped out of the van. The teacher hurried her on since it was already 8:04. But she hesitated. 

"What is she doing? Doesn't she know she's late?"

I could see the wheels turning in her mind. She shook her head and began to walk again. But then she stopped.

"What in the world?"

She took three steps back, bent over,  picked up a piece of garbage that someone else had carelessly tossed on the ground, threw it in the trash...then proceeded to enter the building.

It may seem like nothing to you, but that little thing...the fact that she cared enough to be responsible when she didn't have to...when reason told her not to...that makes her a Supergirl in my book. I LOVE my sweet, tender-hearted, loving, caring Baby Doll. And there's nothing anyone can do about it.


Live in Love,
}:{ Keda }:{

Unwavering Strength, Undeniable Beauty

I picked a lonely rose from in front of my house this morning. It was bent completely over, facing the ground...shaking in the wind, cold & rain...but its strength & beauty were undeniable. Not a petal was lost. It made it through the storm.

I am.
You are.
Strong.
Beautiful.

Worth 1000 Words

Live in Love,
}:{

There Will Be Brighter Tomorrows

"Why am I discouraged? Why is my heart so sad? I will put my hope in God! I will praise him again— my Savior and my God! Now I am deeply discouraged, but I will remember you...I hear the tumult of the raging seas as your waves and surging tides sweep over me. But each day the Lord pours his unfailing love upon me, and through each night I sing his songs, praying to God who gives me life." ~Psalm 42:5-8 (NLT)

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This speaks deeply to my emotional state at the moment. There are times when people do or fail to do things that result in us becoming discouraged and a bit down. It's the way life goes and there's not really much we can do to prevent it from happening. What we can control is our reaction to its occurrence. When circumstances get you down, do you wallow in the hurt? Do you allow the negative feelings that arise to affect your feelings and dealings with the other party? Or do you put a song in your heart, focus on the good in your life, learn from the situation and keep stepping?

I've learned that, no matter how difficult it is, it's better to keep stepping. If ever I decide to dwell on the negative, it always ends up that I'm the one adversely impacted by my refusal to move on. The people at the root of the situation are often oblivious to my feelings and are thereby unaffected by them. So why hold myself back? I choose to move on to brighter days and better opportunities.

If life knocked you down today, pick yourself up, dust yourself off and look ahead to a brighter tomorrow. You'll be doing yourself a favor.

Live in Love,
}:{

5000 Miles at the Sound of My Voice

I had a dream last night. No, I'm not going to tell you about more random craziness like I did last time. But last night...I dreamed. I can't remember most of it, which doesn't surprise me, but the one thing that keeps replaying itself over and over is this: "5000 miles at the sound of my voice."

"The tongue can bring death or life; those who love to talk will reap the consequences" (Proverbs 18:21).

How many times have you been disappointed in yourself and literally voiced your negative opinion to no one in particular? I can recall times (uh, how about last week?) that I have done something a bit less than perfect and before I could blink something like "you're so stupid" came flying out of my mouth. Can you relate? What I failed to realize in that moment is that my negative words to myself will only breed more negativity, whether that be in deeds, emotions or resulting circumstances.

If my words are so powerful that they can bring about life or death, good or bad - and I will "reap the consequences," why not make it my business to speak good things? The way I see it, whether I'm having a good day or not, I have unlimited potential. But if I'm so caught up in my imperfections that I can't see past them, how will I ever tap into that potential to reach and surpass my ideal?

Today, my realization is this:

I can go farther than I imagined if I dare to dream it, and dare to speak it.
"5000 miles at the sound of my voice." 
I can be better than I ever thought I could if I dare to dream it, and dare to speak it. 
"5000 miles at the sound of my voice."
I can achieve more than I thought possible if I dare to dream it, and dare to speak it. 
"5000 miles at the sound of my voice."
I can. I will. I am.

Five thousand miles is that thing in your head, in your heart that seems so impossible for you to achieve that you just shove it to the back of your mind. It's a heart desire that you dare not linger on too long because the thought of it becoming a reality is simply too wonderful. Your five-thousand miles may look different than mine, but I know your heart has one. I dare you to give voice to your dreams and see what happens. I DARE YOU. I double-dog dare you (ooooooooh!). Let's see where our dreams and our voices take us.

 Live in Love,
}:{

Care to share what your "5000 miles" is? I would love to hear from you!

Friday Fun Pic

Happy Friday, everyone. I hope that you've had a week filled with beauty and as many hugs as your arms could stand (honestly, hugs are one of the best inventions EVER). This week has simultaneously crawled and sped by for me. Don't know how that happens, but it seems like when I'm in the middle of the week, I can't see the end of it. But by the time Friday comes around, I'm wondering where the time went. I've been editing photos from my last two sessions like a mad woman, plus I've embarked on yet ANOTHER 365 project. I call it Three Times A Charm, cuz darnit, I shall finish this time around. Gracious. So, if you have any ideas for a self portrait (or a series), let me know! I'd love a challenge!

Let me leave you with a shot of me and my Nikko. He saw me taking my daily self-portrait and wanted to play. As soon as he sees the camera he runs to me saying "KoKo's turn! KoKo's turn! Cheeeeeeeese!" I promise you, I've never asked that kid to say cheese in front of the camera. Is that just an instinct kids are born with these days? LOL. Until next time...

Live in Love,
}:{

That big grin on my face is from the unsolicited hug and "I Lah You" that I got right before the shutter clicked.

Live in Love

*I'm reposting this entry from the old blog (9/3/09) because it still has significant meaning to me and the direction I want Papillon to take.*

"Live in Love"

It's such a simple phrase, but to me, it means so much. The more time passes, the more we take the word "love" for granted. When is the last time you really thought about the meaning of that packed little word? When I think about it, this is what my heart sings...

God is love and...

Love is life.

Love is a knee weakening harmony over a beat so sick it forbids your body to be still.

Love is looking into the eyes of your baby and being amazed by the possibilities. 

Love is a tangle of warm limbs, intertwined after an eternity of mmmmm.

Love is a warm hug that washes the worries of the world away.

Love is time spent in solitude finding your true self.

Love is giving of that self to someone else.

Love is laughing 'til your middle is sore.

Love is a dream and a destiny. 

Love is wonder.

Love is beauty.

Love is home.

God is love and...

Love is life.

To live in love is to live like today is your last. It is to give your all, no matter what folks around you do...no matter how badly you want to give in or to give "just enough." To live in love is to live your absolute best life. It is to keep reaching, to keep striving, no matter how many times life knocks you down. It is to learn from your failures and grow a little more each and every day.

So here's to finding the love of your life, whether that be found in someone else, in yourself, or in your calling. 

Live in Love,

}:{ Keda }:{

What's In a Name? }:{ Nessaja Camille

It was a Friday. I was exhausted and just a bit loopy. But it was a day that forever changed my life. On April 18, 2003, I met the most exquisite, delicate, breathtaking creature to ever have crossed my path. It was the day my Baby Doll entered my life.







My obsession with butterflies demanded that my little girl's name reflect just that. Nessaea is a genus of butterfly that lives in the Neotropical Ecozone, which includes Central & South America, Southern Mexico, the Caribbean Islands and Florida. It didn't hurt that Nessaeas are beautiful, some with jet black wings adorned with bold splashes of turquoise. A fitting name for such a treasure.

There is some debate as to the meaning of the name "Camille." Some say it means perfect or unblemished character. Now, you know I'm not saying that Saja is perfect, but she has one of the sweetest hearts I've come across in a long time. I admire her character. She sincerely cares about the feelings and well-being of others, sometimes too much. I often struggle with teaching her balance and how to keep her soft heart without losing herself in the process. Others say it means altar server/attendant of religious ceremonies. I truly believe that, even now, Saja has a heart for God. She's often my nudge to make my way to church on days when other things have creeped their way to the top of the "to do" list. No matter the meaning, "Camille" works for my girl.

So, here's to my beautiful, delicate, breathtaking princess. Mama loves you and the young lady you're transforming into.

Live in Love,
}:{ Keda }:{

Fitness, Fro's & Photos: Dreams of Random Craziness

Have you ever awoken from a dream confused about what in the world is going on in your head? Well, that was me yesterday. I guess I'm so preoccupied with certain pieces of my life that they seep into my subconscious in the most random ways imaginable. Case in point: last night's dream. Follow me down the rabbit hole, if you will... 

I had a photo shoot scheduled with Beyonce & Kelly Rowland (please don't ask, I told you it was crazy) where we would all take turns taking photos of each other. [Obvious photography connection] Instead of driving, I decided to run to the studio. [Connection: my lack of a car + my recent efforts to get back in shape] I ran faster and farther than I thought possible. Once I arrived at the location, I realized I didn't have the dress I was supposed to wear for my turn in front of the camera, so I called my Mom to see if she could bring it to me. [Connection: my Mom loves me enough to pause her life to come and save mine.] When I'm changing, I notice that I have THE most AWESOME lady-six-pack known to man - like the kind I had in high school, people! [Connection: fitness kick, again]

Finally, I'm ready to photograph Beyonce, but we're losing light fast. I see the shot I want in my mind, but for some reason it's not working according to plan. Next thing you know, in walks Stephen Colbert, who moves me aside to show the crowd of 20-something people how it's done (hey, where did they come from?). [Connection: I watch waaay too much Colbert Report - that guy is hilarious!] So Stephen (may I call you Stephen, sir?) pirates my shot and takes so much time doing it that we've now lost all light. Now, here comes [b]ecker (a wonderful, and pretty popular photographer) who gives a speech to everyone & no one in particular about how rude it is to take over another photographer's shoot like Stephen did. After he concludes his speech, I quietly turn to him and let him know that he's not one that should be giving speeches because apparently, he did the same thing to me. WHAT?!?
To add to the crazy randomness,  I swear I saw Val Kilmer in the crowd, and somewhere in the middle of all the nonsense, somebody straightened 1/2 of my hair without me noticing. [Connection: my transition to hair sans chemicals]

What do I have to say about all of this, you ask? One word: Weird.

Now that you've experienced a bit of the inner workings of my subconscious...leave a comment & tell me, what was the weirdest dream you ever had?

On a serious note, though, the one thing I can take from all of the craziness is this: No matter how "out there" people may think your dreams are, never stop dreaming.

Live in Love,
}:{ Keda }:{

4 months into my Natural Journey

What's In a Name? }:{ Papillon }:{

Coke. Cadillac. Apple. Starbucks. What happens when you hear these names? Does a certain image come to mind? Are specific memories triggered? Do you think about the product itself or its consumers? My guess is that you most likely did not simply read the words and move on, but that your mind immediately made a connection, whether you realized it or not.

Names are powerful things. Sometimes they come with concrete meaning of their own, but many times we are able to assign meaning and substance to them. "Papillon" is French for "butterfly." But when you hear the name Papillon, I want you to think of more than a simple winged insect floating about. I want you to feel the excitement of a child as they spot one of those beautiful creatures on a warm summer day. I want you to remember the anticipation and sensations of new love. I want you to dream of taking flight and immersing yourself in the colors and sweet fragrances of life's garden.

Life is a beautiful thing and love gives life its meaning. If I can offer a glimpse of that for you to treasure, from my perspective, then I'll be satisfied.

Live in Love,
}:{ keda }:{
Papillon - perspectives of life & love
"photography for lovers of life"

Immerse yourself in the colors & fragrances of life's garden.