Quoting it Up

“Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.”


“The great challenge which faces us is to assure that, in our society of big-ness, we do not strangle the voice of creativity, that the rules of the game do not come to overshadow its purpose, that the grand orchestration of society leaves ample room for the man who marches to the music of another drummer.”
-Hubert H. Humphrey


Passion
"Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping... waiting... and though unwanted... unbidden... it will stir... open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us... guides us... passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love... the clarity of hatred... and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we'd know some kind of peace... but we would be hollow... Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we'd be truly dead.”
-Josh Whedon,the screen writer of Toy Story

kelly rae: truth + beauty

kelly rae: truth + beauty: "(prints available here )

Some delicious from Kelly Rae today~

i hope to always remember these moments. the ones where the baby and i are sleeping together on the bed, me on my back, him on my chest, him drooling, me blissed out while we sleep together, skin to skin, heart to heart.

or the moments when he's soothed by my holding him tight, when he giggles over john's growing beard, when he coos with his favorite book, or chomps ever so vigorously on his fave apples+blueberry mix.

motherhood has been the single biggest gift in letting it all go. in keeping my heart open. i've never leaned so deep into the chaos before and enjoyed its tiny scattered pieces. the discomfort passes, i suppose, with the immersion of it, and here i am, happily functioning in everyday complete chaos! it is heartbreaking and hearthealing all at once, every single moment of every single day.

there really is no roadmap on this unending spiritual exploration of truth and beauty. i hope it will always be led by heart and by soul.

Life is Wonderful

photo NOT by me :)


Life is Wonderful
Jason Mraz


It takes a crane to build a crane




It takes two floors to make a story
It takes an egg to make a hen
It takes a hen to make an egg
There is no end to what I'm saying
It takes a thought to make a word
And it takes some words to make an action
It takes some work to make it work
It takes some good to make it hurt
It takes some bad for satisfaction
life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is wonderful





It takes a night to make it dawn
And it takes a day to make you yawn brother
And it takes some old to make you young
It takes some cold to know the sun
It takes the one to have the other
And it takes no time to fall in love
But it takes you years to know what love is
It takes some fears to make you trust
It takes those tears to make it rust
It takes the dust to have it polished
life is wonderful
life goes full circle
life is so full of
life is so rough
life is wonderful
life goes full circle




life is our love
It takes some silence to make sound
It takes a loss before you found it
And it takes a road to go nowhere
It takes a toll to make you care
It takes a hole to make a mountain
It is so meaningful
It is so wonderful
It is meaningful
It is wonderful
It is meaningful
It goes full circle
Wonderful
Meaningful
Full circle
Wonderful 
UP ONLY
photo by Allie Crafton
TODAY
START WITH TODAY.
BE SOMEONE EXTRAORDINARY TODAY.
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO HAVE YOUR BODY?
HAVE YOU USED IT LATELY? 
STRETCH.
WALK.
RUN.
TWIRL.
LOOK. 
UP.
WHAT DO YOU SEE?
THERE ARE NO BARRIERS.
NO COMPETITION.
ENJOY BEING YOU.
NOW.
NO WAITING. 
WITH YOUR PRESENT ARMS, PRESENT TUMMY, PRESENT LEGS AND BUMB.
YES EVEN YOUR BUMB.
ENJOY YOU NOW.
OR YOU NEVER WILL.
BE WHO YOU ARE TODAY, TODAY!
LOVE YOURSELF.
DON'T GIVE UP ON YOU.
THERE IS A SIGN ALWAYS IN FRONT OF YOU
WITH AN ARROW POINTING TOWARDS THE SKY
READING: UP ONLY.
REMEMBER THAT.

Language



Through language we find...God?
Through our wrestle with language we find answers to our wrestle with God.
In form we discover more about a topic/theme.
What is language?
In language's imperfectness it is still somehow most adequate; it creates a *~magic~* that makes it so.
Will there be language in Heaven? Words? or just flowing thoughts and ideas that everyone understands? [But then I think that-] just as the question of "will there be food in heaven?" makes me think "YES! for there is a real art and pleasure in culinary creation (and partaking;))" So I argue that yes there will be language in Heaven for there  is art and pleasure in it, in the words, literature, and form!
English, by the way, is not God's language. What is HIs language?


Poetry I Like

    I boom-mumble   I bass-blow             I gulf-cross   I listen-talk
    I hull-heavy   I big/slow                        I moon-map   I wave-walk
    I boat-bump   I limpet-skin                  I tail-turn   I time-keep
    I soft-sink   I sky-swim                            I ship-wreck   I song-seek
    I sea-search   I salt-swallow                 I blue-blood   I grumble-sing
     I bone-backed  I fluke-follow    I fish-heart   I dream-king





    IV





      Henry Wadsworth Longfellow



    Click here for a beautiful reading of the poem by Longfellow himself!



    With snow-white veil and garments as of flame,


    She stands before thee, who so long ago


    Filled thy young heart with passion and the woe


    From which thy song and all its splendors came;



    And while with stern rebuke she speaks thy name,


    The ice about thy heart melts as the snow


    On mountain heights, and in swift overflow


    Comes gushing from thy lips in sobs of shame.


    Thou makest full confession; and a gleam,


    As of the dawn on some dark forest cast,



    Seems on thy lifted forehead to increase;


    Lethe and Eunoc--the remembered dream


    And the forgotten sorrow--bring at last


    That perfect pardon which is perfect peace.




    photo by: Allie Crafton

    Nothing Gold Can Stay

    by Robert Frost

    Nature's first green is gold 

    Her hardest hue to hold. 

    Her early leaf's a flower; 

    But only so an hour. 

    Then leaf subsides to leaf. 

    So Eden sank to grief, 

    So dawn goes down to day. 

    Nothing gold can stay.

    --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

    photo by: Julie Parker

    SONNET 116

    Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.    If this be error and upon me proved,    I never writ, nor no man ever loved.  -- William Shakespeare
    Steve Sara Sausalito Artist

     in just-

      in Just-
      spring       when the world is mud-
      luscious the little
      lame balloonman
      whistles       far       and wee
      and eddieandbill come
      running from marbles and
      piracies and it's
      spring
      when the world is puddle-wonderful
      the queer
      old balloonman whistles
      far       and       wee
      and bettyandisbel come dancing
       from hop-scotch and jump-rope and
      it's
      spring
      and
           the
                   goat-footed
      balloonMan       whistles
      far
      and
      wee
      e.e. cummings 

Sunrise clouds above Lac Blanc, Aiguilles Rouges, Chamonix, France

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things –
   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;
      And áll trádes, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                Praise him.

Alexandra


A bit of me~*
My name is Alexandra Crafton, also known as Allie Rammell :) 
I am 22 and 
love to live deeply and meaningfully. 
I am married to my best friend Jordan W. Crafton, who fills me with more joy than I ever thought possible. 
We are both students and are enjoying living from apartment to apartment until we can afford a place of our own. 
My passion is English -- the writing the reading the history... 
I love photography and am working now at improving my touch with the lens. 
Astronomy fascinates me. 
Fashion thrills me. 
Art moves me. 
I am a girl of many sides -- 
apart of all I've met. 
I like to collect things, 
from bottles and shells 
to quotes and magazine pages, 
from hats and shoes 
to books and journals, 
from ideas and philosophies 
to truest friends and family. 
I play the guitar. 
I am working on my first novel. 
Volleyball is my sport, 
Harp my instrument, and 
Science  my subject. 
I love children and find every 
culture fascinating. 

About

Bloomability is a blog filled with poetry, photos, music, musings of Alexandra, and an eclectic of many more delights~*~all with a focus on the bloomings and possibilities of life.


The strength of the human heart in general greatly improved her spirit
Photo By CurlyGirlcurlygirldesign

Whole

I have found that we all are connected.
Being here by the ocean I feel its connection with the stars, with the moon...
The earth truly does live in a universe.
We are all a part of it.
I feel connected to the ocean
We are made of the same sum and substance.
And further, I feel connected with other human beings here
We are all one and the same.
We're made out of the same flesh and blood
We are brothers and sisters
and the earth is our mother and the universe our father.
We should all help each other,
lift one another.
We're all here on this earth together.
We're all the same.
Yes we are individual,
but none of us,
NONE of us are so different-
no matter our
color
race
religion
face
culture...
to be left out.
God is our real father in Heaven,
He connects each one of us to the whole.
He is each of ours dad
and all of ours dad.
We are more kin than we realize to
the stranger on the bus
the fisherman in his boat
the businessman in his tie
the terrorist with his bomb
the adulterer
the priest
the professor
the gang member
the starving child half way across the world (whom we've all thought about...)
our children
our parents
even our own spouse...
If we could only grasp what we really all mean to each other... maybe then...
I don't know- maybe then we would have peace... within our own selves and with each other.
I don't know, maybe I'm just an idealist...
-Alexandra Crafton

Although i sit here all wet and drippily

Photo By Allie Crafton
Although i sit here all wet and drippily
My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write
So I decide to let them
I also let my tongue taste the ice cream
and the rain
I also let my lips touch the flower
My flowers you gave me are little golden moons
the pink edges speak to me
and tell me they are mine
the white complements my eyes you say
so do the little golden moons my sunshine I say 
"where are we going?" my feet ask me
My heart tells them "I do not know"
but my eyes ask to linger on the flowers
my roses are drooping
my plumerias wet
He made me sit and think
He made me walk and laugh
What are you thinking my head likes to ask
My hands tell my mind, "do not worry about it
for you never can tell
on a night like this
for she smells change in the air"
"Do you see the curtains" my hair asks my arms?
"Do you see how they kiss her face?"
I tell my little ones
"I think I love the curtain
he bids me to look behind him"
What is behind the curtain?
The chimes try to answer
but only in looking will I find...
Although I sit here all wet and drippily
My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write
"Give us a moment," they whisper,
"and let us show you where your heart can take you"
"But where am I going?"
my heart tries to ask
"But where am I going?"
I venture to ask
and then the curtain covers up my keyboard
it gives me a hug
come
come it calls
come and find
it's quite dark out there
on the window are the
dripping dots.
they ooze down
carrying their stories
"i bet if you put your ear up close,"
I tell the curtain,
"you can here them whisper"
They've always told me stories...
two and blue
and in the car seat
and it's gone
it is over
and done.


- Alexandra Crafton





Life's Bloomabilities

Life is so rich- simply throbbing with the 


myriad of wonders of our universe! There is 


much to discover, to be passionate 


about...the function of our bodies and their


 tiny cells is miraculous; the fluidity of a 


ballerina's grace can captivate and enchant 


any hard soul; the magnificence of a nebula 


is literally breathtaking; even the simple 


sound of pure joy that bubbles out of a child's 


laugh seems to take us nearer to heaven and 


its angels then any other kind of experience. 


There is beauty to be found e v e r y w h e r 


e; the trash on the side of the highway is a 


great place to start looking for it and inside 


ourselves is a great place to end up, but 


there is no end to God's handiwork and 


beauty! The human race itself is a 


remarkable feat. Look at how much we know 


of the world around us....look at how much 


we don't know! When I think of this I wonder 


how can we NOT go on to study, learn, and 


attend universities for the rest of our lives!??!


-Alexandra Crafton

i thank You God for most this amazing

photo by: Allie Crafton
i thank You God for most this amazing

day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees


and a blue true dream of sky;and for 


everything

which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,


and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth

day of life and love and wings:and of the gay

great happening illimitably earth) 




how should tasting touching hearing seeing

breathing any-lifted from the no

of all nothing-human merely being

doubt unimaginable You? 




(now the ears of my ears awake and

now the eyes of my eyes are opened)


- ee cumings

I Would Pick More Daisies

If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax, I would limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I'm one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them. In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day. I've been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute. If I had to do it again, I would travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. I would go to more dances I would ride more merry-go-rounds. I would Pick more daisies.

- Nadine Stair