The Wynwood Walls

Welcome to the walls
Welcome to the walls

Some friends and I took a trip down to Wynwood, Miami, to see the walls. In this area, local artists, (and some big names too), come and paint. Everywhere. It’s beautiful, and a fun way to experience art culture in a city.
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I find myself often wishing I lived somewhere else. Being from California, I miss the west coast and everything that goes with it; mountains, dry weather, cali beaches, surfing, just the whole culture. And at the same time, I’m dying to head overseas and experience life in Australia, France, and Spain. Backpacking through Europe is definitely on my bucket list.

This was one of my favorites, reminded me of downtown Chicago
This was one of my favorites, reminded me of downtown Chicago

But while it’s great the have dreams to travel, I find I can quickly become discontent in my current situation. South Florida is certainly not where I picture myself staying, it doesn’t feel like home, however I might as well enjoy the time here while I have it. Who know what I might miss?

We weren't sure if we liked this one...
We weren’t sure if we liked this one…

So all that to say, I’m starting a new section here called Love Your City. I’m going to find the beauty and quirkyness of this area, and soak it all in before my time here is over. Let’s explore. Let’s have an adventure.
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Of course we had to stop at Panther Coffee, the best coffee spot in Miami
Of course we had to stop at Panther Coffee, the best coffee spot in Miami

 

Coffee art
Coffee art

What do you love about your city?
xo. Brie

Some of these beautiful pics came from the talented Amy Lynne

That time I survived a girls night

I’m going to let you in on a little secret:

I hate girl’s nights.

Now please don’t misunderstand, I love my girls. Not to brag, but I have some of the best lady friends in the world. We’re talking take you in when you have nowhere to live, drive all the way down to Fort Lauderdale twice in one night to rescue your sick self, lend you money when you’re too poor to buy lunch, good friends. And these girls I will hang out with any day of the week and twice on Sundays.

But.

The idea of hanging out with random girls I don’t know well, and making polite conversation and pretending to listen and being polite and ladylike and not so sarcastic that you offend half the group? That’s terrifying. And hard. Have you met me? I speak fluent sarcasm, and more than once it’s been misinterpreted. And I seem awful. Being a girl is hard.

But this wasn’t one of those hard nights. This was me and three friends cracking open a few bottles of red and baking cookies. This was close friends sitting on counter-tops and making inappropriate jokes.

Whatevs, you know you do it. I love these girls. And I highly suggest a relaxed, wine-infused girls’ night. It’s good for the soul.

xo. Brie

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Cue iffy iPhone photography
Cue iffy iPhone photography
That time you pretend to smoke the cork
That time you pretend to smoke the cork

I’ve been thinking, over thinking…

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Sometimes we spend so much time wrapped up in our own lives, we miss the precious moments going on around us. Like these adorable sleeping kittens. Who wants to miss out on sleeping kittens?

You know what’s easy to do? Over think. Not that thinking through things is bad; on the contrary, I highly recommend thoroughly thinking through your actions and decisions. But I’m not talking about a weigh-the-pros-and-cons type of thinking; I’m talking about that type of over thinking that leads to fear, doubt, and eventually results in inactivity. We literally think ourselves out of things that we would probably otherwise do.

…are you impressed with how many times I can insert the word “think” into one paragraph? Yeah, me too.

Anyway, I think what I’m trying to convey is what God’s been teaching me lately: over thinking (obsessing?) doesn’t help anything. It hurts. We can play out every single scenario in our minds and yet at the end of the day, we still don’t have control over our circumstances.

So. Cheers to the end of over thinking. I think for me, it’s time to return to enjoying the little things. Smile and take joy in the moments that make you happy, don’t worry that your happiness will go away. You know why? Because it will. And then it’ll come back. Ad infinitum.

“I don’t want to live—I want to love first, and live incidentally.” – Zelda Fitzgerald

The Old Astronomer

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“Reach me down my Tycho Brahé, — I would know him when we meet,
When I share my later science, sitting humbly at his feet;
He may know the law of all things, yet be ignorant of how
We are working to completion, working on from then to now.

Pray remember that I leave you all my theory complete,
Lacking only certain data for your adding, as is meet,
And remember men will scorn it, ’tis original and true,
And the obloquy of newness may fall bitterly on you.

But, my pupil, as my pupil you have learned the worth of scorn,
You have laughed with me at pity, we have joyed to be forlorn,
What for us are all distractions of men’s fellowship and wiles;
What for us the Goddess Pleasure with her meretricious smiles.

You may tell that German College that their honor comes too late,
But they must not waste repentance on the grizzly savant’s fate.
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

– Sarah Williams. The Old Astronomer was published on Jan 1, 1923.

This is a piece of one of my favorite poems. And a photo from my favorite place to run, think. and process life in the darkness. Enjoy.