name it.

There's nothing like a name to brand yourself. Your own name at that. Identification, easy public domain, access to personhood, no risk of stolen fingerprints.

she's a winner. that name.

branding. it's all in a name.

soho symphony

migraine. i hate you. rain. the only thing i love is that you provide me with the opportunity to write.

London silence. there's not much worth in thinking about what could have happened at 18 deciding possibly not to move across the oceans and study a big ol' book on Jesus. however, the innate desires of fashion still imbed my mind. I exist and create a look book within my imagination before i sleep. drooling over those who live and love it in the day to day.

the shapes. the forms. the contours. the style.

there's purpose and then there's desire. there's compatibility and then there's desire.

create. edit. create.

Alas.

So much inspiration over the past few weekends. More than anything I'm finding encouragement in knowing that actually - my esteem is worth the effort. The love affair with books, painting and writing has suddenly flamed into a phoenix and an unstoppable force. I am in love.

i will write you. eventually.

french music. yes. it does wonders for the tired brain and exhausted mindset. i feel loved as they soothingly wrap their words around my world. it has been a busy and intense week. there are only a few more days until the photo shoot. half of me is exhausted. half of me is excited. there are more things to plan and more brain power needed to accomplish the task at hand. i work late and i work early. it is worth every inch of effort. it is worth more than my tired eyes. i have much in my brain to consider as i sleep. but i will sleep. eventually. i will write you. i will write you. eventually.

i will unpack. i will do my washing. i will organize my studio space. i will plan the writers club. i will read the end of my book. i will be thankful. i will cook for myself. i will rest on a weekend. i will book in an exhibition space. i will design. i will paint. i will. i will it. will i do it. i will do it all. i will. i will. i will. will i see you+smile?

florence and baggy jumpers.

Loving some new tunes of late. finding . searching . longing . Being back in the hum drum/lovely life I live, I have thought to place some constants in my world. the search for endless inspiration is one. the consistent search for the colours of this earth and to one day invent one that has never been seen by the soul. i will find you.
Another goodness is my blue / op shop / mans / lambs wool / knit / jumper. This comfort is pure joy to my exterior epidermis.

loving this now

you will leave but carrying this tune.

can it even get greater?

Colour 2011 from Hillsong Church on Vimeo.

vacation

Time has beautifully been suspended in the domains of the sky as I have vacated towards my birthplace. From Scotland to Ireland and soon to London, there has not been one moment lost in appreciation for where I have come from, or the joys of seeing my beautiful sister wed her love, with a celebration of marriage. There have been the most momentous times with friends and family... I am a well nourished soul (A well nourished soul with a well nourished stomach). I will not even begin to account the chocolate I have consumed this last month. I spare a moment in thanks to the divine for gracing me with the highest metabolism. He must have known I would love chocolate this much.


Memories so far :

Seeing my sister, just as I arrived.
Skipping stones with my dad as we walked along a pier in Scotland.
My mums roast dinner and crumble she cooked tonight.
Seeing my sister in her wedding gown.
That first bite of Cadbury's caramel.
Dinner with my Pastor. Chats about books. The future.
Chats with Linda G on the sofa in Clements. That chai was so good.
The ceilidh at Jen's wedding. Yes boys in kilts do dance.
Seeing family I have not seen in years.
Hearing that my best friend might be interested of her own accord in the lover of her soul.
Walks in golden barley fields with cowboy boots and two faithful friends.
My new favorite game: Mexican Dominoes. Introduced by the Northey's
Seeing two of my best friends as husband and wife, AND playing Mexican Dominoes.
Drinking tea.
Fish and Chips and walking so far I got blisters.
Magheralin Church. Visiting my old choir pew, where I first fell in love with Jesus.

http://www.youtube.com/user/lauramarling?blend=2&ob=1#p/a/u/2/1YXKWOTGskY

{ vintage clothes . a few tea cups . sisterhood }

today. a few girls grabbed a camera . some vintage clothes . and a few tea cups . this is our result .

NYC plans for Dec...

divinitas

The refinement: divinitas


Cautiously entering into solitude once again. This time is short, precious - When awake I write and detail with the keys beneath my fingers what the longing is within me. It's been a while. I dream of who I am to meet  - who I will one day be. There are utterings of pursuit, there are moments of flutters, but without that satisfying contentment of who I desire. I am challenged to be glamourous in all ways, gracious with an heir of sophistication in this divine conspiracy. A Sofia Loren. To marry pearls with rubies, wake before the dawn and write the longings of my soul, My prayer for authenticity is matched with an equally deep longing to be more like Him. He is the authentic me. I need Him. 


{  He  is  a  lover.  Looking  for  a  lover. With  one  pulse  of  His  heart  I  am  in  love.  }


There is nothing like His love, there is nothing so sweet, ethereal and divine as He. I desire Him with a thirsty, unquenched core. I will not relent until I know Him more. He is my need. 


I imagine that my love for Him could break the correlation with another, it is so strong I know nothing as beautiful. There is a bond deeper than I know now, but of that bond does it compare to Him? ...

because I love it.

Be Glamorous

{ I have this wonderful T Shirt with a vintage print that reads 'Be Glamorous' I just love the idea of this phrase... It's got me to thinking recently.

There is something so special about a woman who is confident in her own skin. Something precious about a woman, although stunningly beautiful - can reach her hand to the needy. I am not talking about a false confidence, those girls who walk about with their model hair, clothing and who don't dare befriend someone ugly (although everyone is uniquely beautiful). You know the type I mean, so lacking in confidence that they make everyone else feel less than human. No, I am talking about the refreshing beauties who care firstly with beautifying their souls. They are attractive, fascinating, glamorous beings who nurture and care for others above themselves. This is the most costly beauty there is. If you meet them, something inside you longs to have what they have inside. There is that sense that this is what it means to truly be beautiful. Those classic beautiful souls that give the word 'Glamour' its nourishment. }

HOME

Been thinking a lot about home. It might be that my two worlds have collided there at present. Or maybe it's because I know I am going home soon. I am dedicating this blog to my favourite Irish things:

1. Red Bricks

2. Clements dates

3. Percy Pigs

4. Shopping

5. M&S

6. Perfume that doesn't cost the earth

7. Blue skies

8. Waking up to fresh rainy days

9. Accents from up the road

10. Words/phrases like 'Ach' 'I' 'Craic' 'deuewknowwhadamean like?'

11. Walks at night

12. 'Localisms'

13. Guinness

14. Bread

15. Milk

16. M&S chocolate marshmallows

17. Viennese biscuits

18. Cadbury's

19. Galaxy

20. Topshop/Zara/Mango/Vera Moda/PerUna

delighted I get to experience these again. { Love my home }

what do you want??!!!

Been contemplating so much for the future. Actually, I would love to imagine it's been 'so' much, it's actually only been the small decisions that refer to the future 'bigger' picture. Asking myself what do I actually want my life to look like. Found this lovely quote recently, "Follow your dreams, they know the way" and that ever so valid scripture that reads "A man plans his ways, but the Lord directs his path" ... I need to plan, need to expect, need to dream, need to prescribe my future.

What's more funny is that I truly believe in my dreams, I know they will happen - this makes me lazy at times. I am considering what it will take to be diligent. relentless. persistent. I like these words.

She...

{She.

The perfect night to begin the chapters of the rest of my life. The perfect season to venture into newness. Time had passed, I was not waiting on anyone except my own confidence to guide me through the next few years. I have the stars to keep me company, enough love in my life to enthuse my human need and the court yard at number three with its cushions and French music to inspire my soul. Who am I waiting on? Well, quite frankly my own esteem. I, the great dramatist of life was confident and admiring. Sassy an untouchable artist, nobody had ever questioned it. Until him. Who really knows at eighteen? I had thought that he was what I wanted. Thought that he would be the only man to fill that place in my heart. Then I remembered her, She. She, everything that I dreamed I could be, everything that I admired and thought beautiful. Some sort of French goddess was she. I was seven, well actually I wasn’t - but seven was the best year of my childhood so I imagine when I met her I was seven. I imagine every good thing that happened in my childhood to have been in those three hundred and sixty five days. That year of perfection.

My family were on vacation somewhere, I think it was a saucy little weekend away for my parents – I can only remember the rain on the windows of the hotel and colouring in books with my sister in the hallways. And she, I remember she. SHE wore a black and white polka dot dress, graced to her knee with frills somewhere, just like all classic beauties have frills. She smiled every time she saw us. Had this grace, as if she touched heaven every time she smiled that generous smile of Paris rouge. I don’t remember her name, how could I – I wasn’t even Seven. But I remember her, the epitome of who she was. Who I longed to be. Who I knew I was. Unmarried. Happy. Successful. Beautiful.

I had been, since a little girl inspired to love like the movies, dance like the stars and sing like the angels. I couldn’t help that innate desire and longing for connection, to wear beautiful clothes, paint my fingernails and drape lime green scarves across my hair as if I were a 1940’s movie star in one of those sexy Cadillac cars. I couldn’t help but believe that someone, someone other than a best friend, someone other than my sister, that someone, some man would one day make my heart flutter and ask me to be his wife. Well just how could I fulfil my life’s purpose without one of those?

The issue with falling in love so young is that you imagine knowing everything about life. Think you can see the future because you experience this developed emotion called love. That four-letter word. The word that now disarms me, confuses me and exhausts me. L.O.V.E. so cliché, so demure at eighteen. Why couldn’t I just fall in love with life? In the teen years, you just can’t get enough of life, I thought I had something to prove, to do in this great World, to accomplish some great feat.

Who tells us these tales anyways? That to be successful, you must be married? It was never a spoken suggestion that we could only be fulfilled as individuals in the role of a wife, but this intimation is bred within our heart’s longing from youth. We desire to be connected; to be loved and love in return – but does this one love equate to contentment and happily ever after? There is absolutely nothing wrong with love, wanting to be loved or needing it for that matter. We have been created to love, but my question is – does our purpose only equate to being married? Does the lack of a sparkling rock on my wedding finger mean that I am unsuccessful?

Setting Sail

I had known. I had known the whole time. I knew that something was wrong, it just didn’t add up like my fairy tale. Some being had whispered to me in my sleep that it wasn’t right – but however I tried I couldn’t figure it out. I couldn’t imagine my life without him - but I also knew I couldn’t live my life without She. The person I knew I had been created for. She. Lovely. Beautiful. Adorable. Compassionate and passionate. She.

I wasn’t trying to become the French Goddess I had witnessed in my childhood. I wasn’t aiming at catching someone else’s falling star. I wanted my own. Eager and fervent for my dreams to be real, I had to let go of not being his. Not belonging to the ‘idea’ of love that I had imagined for so many years. I had to let go of my ideals – and figure out that he just wasn’t my ideal. Ideal for someone, but not for me. Taking capture of my soul, that wilting lifeless being – she was bound for home. I needed to nurture what I had left and let it live. Truly live. Comparison had to be the only funeral I was attending. I would only dress in that shade once more. There was a world waiting, a destiny in some foreign land and I was not going to miss my boat this second time around. So I set sail.

I decided to fall in love.

Fall head over heels with life.

I would refuse at all costs to listen to those brain waves that told me I needed to be the object of one’s affection. The course I was setting was completely new territory, unguarded, uncultivated and completely mine. Just the thought of what could happen was enough to give up, the thought of being a spinster for all my days, or that somehow I would never be needed – wanted – loved. I knew that deep down I still wanted relationship, but now with the life lesson I had acquired I wasn’t going to turn back and ruin my life by marrying someone I loved, but couldn’t live the rest of my life with. Nor was I going to dip into the waters of anything remotely new, not until I had adventured and loved this life alone. Setting Sail. There are some muscles that can only grow with time, I didn’t know then that this would be the next lesson.

Comparison

The beginning was deciding. Deciding. Making that step to no longer be reliant on someone to fill my heart with flutters and ecstasy. It was great. My emotional energy could be spent on creating, writing, loving and anything but enduring. I was relieved and woke up each morning smiling and thanking the Lord above for every breath, every moment and every laugh that now seemed so much tastier and full of flavour than before. My daily bread was not the joy of this new life, well not longer than a week at least, but truth became my mantra for life. I wanted truth, wanted honesty and desired it more than anything. It was the most exhilarating and dehydrating adventure. I didn’t expect it to look like this, but as much as my muscles ached – I knew that I was growing, and that I would come out stronger. Friendships had been amputated, severed, crushed. I needed new believers. Those who could only exist through heaven breathed prayers coming to life. The friends I sought were not those who would be comparing my life, or accusing me. They would be those who would accept me, appreciate, honour and love me. All we need is love. Is it that hard to be loved? Are we just that unlovable? Could I go on loving, adoring and cheering on those sisters that he had made my enemy? Yes. It was that easy. Just deciding that I would love – passionately, deeply and extravagantly like I had always wanted. I realized quite quickly that this decision was easy, I would ask to see people in the way of love. I would people watch for hours… falling in love with them as though they tangibly held a piece of my heart. Understanding body language, connotations in speech and eye contact. I figured out quite rapidly that we all feel and fear the same, but comparison – the fear that we are not that truly beautiful, not wanted, nor loved, nor needed – that this leads us to compare and scare ourselves away from being vulnerable, loved and honest. Yet what I truly desire is to be vulnerable, loved and honest. Even if it hurts me, I want to be a lover. I want my heart to be filled with such divinity.

This all got me to thinking about who I really am. What I really wanted. I felt more comfortable in my skin, I realized that even though I couldn’t please people, I could be pleased with life. I wasn’t going to compare myself, the tragedy of this whole experience only showed me that it is impossible to live as someone other than myself. Setting sail led me to the vast oceans, I had choice. I had promise. I held the compass. Goodness, I'm exhausted already... }

there's a lot of gumption in that gut.

Dee Jones arrived. My mum. My friend. My confidant.

It's been incessantly obscure having her here. Strange how not seeing someone in years makes you really 'see' them in new ways. However, I love it. I'm learning her all over again... and her cooking... {yum } Dad comes in a few weeks. Until then it's DEE and ME.

Now is time to rest. Recuperate and rebuild. I am pretty fixed on developing who I am as an artist this year. It's an exciting thought, but it is something that is going to require oh so so so much of me. It's costly. I'm not sure if people will understand it, or me for that matter. It's different. Definitely. There are a few things coming up, like graduation, my sister's wedding etc. I want to make sure I am not distracted - but through these wonderful moments I can capture in images, moments, emotions what is most valuable to my life.

{future } I love you already.

the gift.

{Oh my goodness, I cannot contain my excitement. Life is good, full of beauty and divine in every aspect. Continuing my journey of writing and developing my skills in communication, whilst being inspired and enthused by my surroundings and friends. I wake up thinking, 'why do I get to live such a beautiful life?'}side note... my mocha pot arrived today and I am more than ecstatic to smell the early a.m. brew before work. Now awaiting my delectable boots from the states (please hurry up). I have come to love online shopping for the sheer joy of receiving HUGE parcels at the front door addressed to non other than Ash Jones. That line in the Sound of Music has become true, //"brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things"//

Hoping to be a contributor for a few magazines - develop existing design skills over the next few months, as well as begin the solo exhibition I have promised my soul for about five years (really need to get the webpage up, I feel like a lazy butt when I think about this). It's been brewing, and finally I sense a permission to launch into this new season with every atom of creativity in my anatomy. Contemplating how to evolve my present book into a best seller. Where does this confidence come from? There is a divine conspiracy invading my life... I should not be this confident?!!

Much to do, much to love. Much to learn, much to adorn. Watched Julie and Julia. Alice in Wonderland.

.inspirational.