Luckily yesterday my parents had the day off and we decided to venture off to Stanley Bay and Stanley Market. It had been such a long time since I've been able to just go out and enjoy the day with my family (sorry Joseph) and I had almost forgotten how much fun we have when we're all together. The place was filled with adorable delis, cafes, dogs, and skaters. All of which i happily welcome as a part of my day.
This building is pretty awesome, it was taken (in its entirety), basically plucked from Central, and placed by Stanley Bay. I am not sure how they did this, i would imagine a massive boat of some sort. Because they did not rebuild it, they just picked it up and plopped it down somewhere new.
Outfit of the Day:
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
I handled my charm with time and sleight of hand
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_kooks/seaside.html ]
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
I fell in love at the seaside
She handled her charm with time and sleight of hand, and oh
But I'm just trying to love you
Any kind of way
But I find it hard to love you girl
When you're far away
Away
Do you want to go to the seaside?
I'm not trying to say that everybody wants to go
But I fell in love on the seaside
On the seaside
In the seaside
this little frame was taken by an adorable little juice box.
i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april
my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness
around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains
i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing
winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)
~ e.e.cummings ~
I think this is a fantastic reminder to always humble ourselves. The first time i read this I took such a liking to it that i decided i wanted a tattoo of the first line. I think it speaks so true to always knowing that we are but a small speck in this great world that God created.