A Traveler's Dream

Friday, October 10, 2014

Photo Gallery

Horses at the ruins

Outreach Team

Christmas Banquet

Wimbledon Centre Court

Seville, Spain

Seville, Spain: Bullfighting Ring

Seville, Spain

Cordoba, Spain: Flamenco

La Sagrada Familia

Cordoba, Spain

London, England: High Tea

London, England

London, England: Big Ben

London, England: Westminster Abbey

Capernwray Hall

Premier Football League

Capernwray Hall

Edinburgh, Scotland

Edinburgh, Scotland: Arthur's Seat

Capernwray Hall

Windsor Great Park

Capernwray Hall

Provence, France

Dubrovnik, Croatia

Cassis, France

Venice, Italy

London, England: Harrods

London, England

Naples, Italy

Dubrovnik, Croatia

Rome, Italy: Colosseum

Rome, Italy: Vatican

Venice, Italy: Murano glass blowing island

Venice, Italy: Grand Canal

London, England

Chattenuef du Pape, France

Roussilon, France

Isle sur la Sorge, France

Aix en Provance, France

Cruise ship somewhere in the Mediterranean

Dubrovnik, Croatia

Cruise ship somewhere in the Mediterranean

Venice, Italy

Venice, Italy: nightly gelato run

Provence, France

Capernwray Hall

Capernwray Hall: Valentine's dinner

Capernwray Hall

Train to Glasgow, Scotland

Glasgow, Scotland: Rend Collective Concert

Capernwray Hall

Cassis, France

Cassis, France: calanques

Genoa, Italy

Valletta, Malta

Athens, Greece: Parthenon

Athens, Greece

Corfu, Greece

Dubrovnik, Croatia

Venice, Italy: Grand Canal

Rome, Italy: Trevi Fountain

Capernwray Hall: Spring Banquet

Lakes District, England

Edinburgh, Scotland

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

My child, I love you. Did you know I love you? You are young—newly formed by my careful hand—and do not understand me yet, but I wait patiently for the day to come that we can walk together. I observe each and every day as you make sense of the earth you inhabit. You learn to crawl, then walk, then run, and dance. I smile and help pick you up when you fall. I care about you so deeply—even deeper than you could ever imagine, but that doesn’t stop me from loving you even more with each passing day. Now you are part of the world—in it and influenced by it. My heart quickens when I send one of my friends to you. My helper demonstrates me, introduces me, and tells you how I desire to have a relationship with you. I want to be your friend, your counsellor, your guide. You listen… I wait patiently for it to take root. My friend goes on to tell others of my love, and in the absence you forget and become lost. My heart sinks. You are confused, turning down paths in desperation that take you further from me. I watch as you pour yourself into relationships that end and leave you broken and more lonely than before. I want to help you, but you won’t accept my hand. I look on as you try to find happiness in nice things, but not even the best cell phone or clothes fulfil you like I can. I wish you would take my hand. I stare sadly as you try to make things better by improving your image. You think that your outward appearance would be better if you altered yourself to look more like everyone else, but I fashioned you as a unique individual with careful deliberation. I put all my effort into making you, you. I made you a breathtaking soul, but you don’t realise it. When improving your image doesn’t work, I hold my breath as you start to think it would just be better to end it all, to just give up and not have to deal with the pain any longer. I call out to you as you toy with objects that have the power to end the life I gave you. I see the sadness in your eyes, and my heart breaks again. I’m here. I’m here to listen even when you think there is no one left to care. You haven’t seen me yet, though. I watch as you toy with death, completely unaware. I call out for you over and over. You still can’t hear me. You resolve to play with death no longer. Life will never give you the completeness you desire, and neither will the danger of passing away. You have come to the end and do not want to go on any longer. I shout as loud as I can, but you don’t listen. Again, I scream your name. You are distant. Death comes up and grips your hand, propels itself towards you. But before it overtakes you, before it ends you right there, I shout out in desperation one last time. Oblivion dissolves from your countenance; death pauses ever so briefly. I step in between you and death’s power. Finally, you see me. Finally, you hear my voice. I love you. Did you know I love you? You rush to my embrace and I hold you to my heart. You make me promise I will never let go. I never did let you go, I reply. I never did.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

I'm a Blugold Now

Identities... We all have them, get caught up in them, try to change them, but one thing never changes. No matter how much you may try, you will always have one. It's impossible to escape and it kind of stinks. What if I do not want to be the quiet one or the outgoing one or the funny one. What if I want to be all three or none of the above? Imagine a world where we all got to choose how everyone perceived us... It would be nice for every to look at me and see someone who enjoys a good competition but also happens to dress nicely. To be looked at as the nice Christian girl that is outgoing, but not labeled, therefore, as a prude. So many times I find myself worrying about how to phrase things so that I do not give away certain facts about myself. Or do you ever catch yourself sort of talking up your own person? "Ya, I work out a lot. Oh I'm a biker, I've ridden in triathlons before. Here's one minute fact about my life that makes me cool and let's leave out the rest..." Why do we do that? It's like an innate need to make ourselves seem cooler.

But here is where it counts. Do you really think God created you to be one thing only? It says in 1 Corinthians 4:7, "For who makes you different from anyone else? What do you have that you did not receive? And if you did receive it, why do you boast as though you did not?" God created each of us different. I have plenty of personality traits in common with family and friends and even strangers. What makes me and my identity unique is the combination of things that I am. I am a Christian. I am loving. I am artistic. I am outgoing. I am a traveler. And my being will always be transient. For now, I am a college student, a Blugold. And some things I will never get the chance to be again. The youngest child. A kindergartener. A bible school student. Regardless of where I am in life, my identity will always be changing. There may be parts of it that I do not like or may try to hide, but I can find the basis of my identity in Christ. The rest just makes me, me.

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Here's to a New Adventure

College... I do not know if it is a dreaded, anticipated, or largely unexciting word but it always seems to come up right about the age of sixteen or seventeen. Then once you hit eighteen and you have researched, toured, and finally chosen a school the follow-up question hits the market. "What are you going to study?" Well I considered Canadian studies, floral management, auctioneering, but ironically landed on decision sciences. Not! I am going to college to study... yeah, I got nothing. The horrific title of "Undecided." Sure, I know I like art and I have narrowed the list to exclude all math and science related degrees, but that still does nothing to ease the panic of having to choose what I want to do for the rest of my life. Let's take a moment to let that phrase sink in... the rest of my life.

Now, I am not writing to give you all a panic attack or make you reconsider your major once you have already chosen, so I will get to the point. If I am human, I have likes and dislikes which I am aware of. Those will eliminate probably two thirds of the majors available. From there my hobbies and interests will eliminate a bunch more. Then I have the fields I find interesting left. But how do I go from a list to just one? I bet there are many ways I could mess up a decision like this. I bet I will mess it up at least a little bit. I bet I will choose then re-choose at least once. But even in this valley, there is hope for tomorrow because I have God lighting my way. No, I do not think God has or will give me a divine sign stating the major He intends me to pursue. In reality, I do not think it really matters to Him as much as I think it might. Do you want to know why? Because I think that all God really wants for me to pursue is Him. If that means making art or planning weddings or running a charity or advertising products, I think it does not really matter as long I am following Him first. The I am Second movement has a solid point. (www.iamsecond.com) It does not matter if I am an athlete, musician, artist, business person, entrepreneur, doctor, or teacher. What matters is what I put first in my life. What a solid reality check. When I am working my summer job, it is not the kids I nanny that come before everything. When they are naughty, I have to remember to be patient and loving like Jesus was. When I am at school, it is not my studies that come first. I cannot have a clear mind to study if I am constantly thinking about things that are bothering me and not bringing them to God. When I am at home, family time does not trump God time. This one is hard, but I cannot be an example of a daughter or sister if I do not have the help of my Saviour. It seems like such a trivial thing to pursue God first because I am a Christian and that should be a given. But I will say it is my daily struggle and it will be until I join Him in eternity.

So, maybe for now I do not know if I will be an artist, event planner, writer, or charity worker. And maybe that does not matter so much. I will still worry about it, but it will all work out for His glory. So here's to a new adventure of pursuing God first and seeing what follows.

DIY Image Transfer

Hello all you crafty people out there! If you are reading this, then you are likely in a similar boat to me. I saw a cool pin on Pinterest advertising the ability to transfer my photos onto canvases and that they would look artsy and distressed. I thought to myself, "Cool! New project with a vintage feel AND the ability to save a few bucks on getting canvases printed for me." So ensued the adventure... I started with the transparency and gel medium method. It was a bust; the image came out streaked and unrecognisable. Next, I looked into a method posted on Instructables which was very time consuming so I decided to try out my own. In the end, this was the best way.

First, you need to gather your materials. You need:

acrylic gel medium (I used Liquitex gloss heavy gel)
paint brush
canvas
an image printed on printer paper
spoon

Next, apply a thin coat of gel medium onto your canvas. Make sure it is evenly spread by applying in an up and down motion, going back over with side to side and diagonal motions and then returning to the up and down motion. The next step should occur immediately following so the gel medium does not have time to dry.

Now, you will need your image to transfer. I chose three to transfer: a picture of my school in England, the Grand Canal in Venice, and a London bus. I printed them ahead of time on my standard printer from home on printer paper. Lay the paper ink-side down on the gel medium coated canvas. Now, take your spoon and rub (burnish) the paper. Be meticulous. Any area left un-burnished will not transfer. I spent a good 5 minutes burnishing. If you are not sure if it is ready, peel up a corner of the image to check.

If the image is ready, peel the paper slowly back from the canvas. The result should be a slightly grainy looking image... perfectly vintage. Add embellishments such as sharpie text, fake flowers, lace, etc. after giving the image 24 hours to dry. Hang in groupings or alone for a handmade, one-of-a-kind decoration.

The far left image was burnished for 3 minutes as opposed to 5.

You can see the difference it makes in the overall effect.

I hope this was helpful, and if you have any questions or comments or pictures of your finished projects, please comment below. Thanks all and have a perfectly crafty day!

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Friday, October 10, 2014

Photo Gallery

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

My Child

Sunday, August 31, 2014

I'm a Blugold Now

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Here's to a New Adventure

DIY Image Transfer