Too often we don't realize what we have until its gone. 

Too often we're too stubborn to say "Sorry, I was wrong." 

Too often it seems we hurt the ones closest to our hearts, 

and we let the most foolish things tear us apart.

I believe in magic.
Not the kind of i-can-guess your card-magic, nor the soon-you-will-find-love-magic...
but the kind of magic you get when you know you just hovered over your lumpy mattress because that piece of hair just moved and you got a chill from the breeze of falling.
Or the kind of magic you feel when you find a long-lost trinket, one you know was lost at a party and never to be found again.
This kind of magic happens when you sleep outside and listen to nature sounds, and see thousands of stars even though you are in one of the largest cities in the state.
This magic sparkles and you can hear it crackle if you use your ears correctly
like distant fireworks
it's electric, it shows through the lucky ones' eyes.
It's beautiful and unique and true,
and you may not realize you've even seen magic until years after it happened.
Magic is tricky that way.
Yes, I believe in this kind of magic.

Some cause happiness wherever they go; others, whenever they go.

~ Oscar Wilde

a quiet note-to-self

These emotions are natural, these waves are normal
Just ride them out and move on

I shampooed!

I broke. Monday morning, I washed my hair with shampoo after a month of only using baking soda and vinegar/lemon juice to clean it. I was just so tired of having to wear it up because of the constant oily look. Not that I'm not willing to sacrifice for healthy hair, but it just didn't seem like all it was cracked up to be...maybe it needed more time? I'm just not that patient.

Well, I'm not completely giving up on the whole essence of the thing. Maybe there is some organic shampoo or olive oil shampoo that doesn't strip you hair? Or maybe some type of home-made version that could work just as well...obviously, there is a lot more researching to be done~Hints and advice is always welcome!

But for now, it's time for sleep. I am in pajamas afterall!

Sleep tight tonight you few special people who I know read these ramblings~
Love ya! ; )

How to Think Like Leonardo DaVinci

As I was reading this book, I came across a quote of Kenneth Clark on DaVinci's notebooks: 

First there are questions about the construction of certain machines, then, under the influence of Archimedes, questions about the first principles of dynamics; finally, questions which had never been asked before about winds, clouds, the age of the earth, generation, the human heart.

It seems like all the things I wonder about have already been speculated, already been researched, and already yielded highly specialized professions that employ highly educated people. The thing about DaVinci was that he lived in a time when scientific research, any type of forward-thinking research, was not on the forefront of most people's minds. Knowledge was his for the taking.

But what was he searching for anyway? All that curiosity he had, he loved to learn. But he had to see that even if he did manage to learn everything, to fulfill his dream of "unifying all knowledge," he would still be alone in that knowledge. He would be the only one who knew everything. And if it took him his whole life to learn these things, he would be alone with that knowledge for quite some time before anyone else came along with an adequate amount of brains to be at his same level.

He had to see that. Maybe towards the end, he did. This book says that towards the end of his life, he began asking about Christianity and Catholicism. Maybe when he realized that his research, which was so past his own time, only led to more questions- maybe that was when he realized knowledge and understanding isn't enough. That there may have been more to this life than a thirst for knowledge, an insatiable curiosity. He was looking for purpose, for an understanding of life that he had not found, and it's tragic that he only realized this at an old, frail age.

Lenoardo DaVinci, quite possible the most intelligent man to ever live, felt a sense of purposelessness when looking back through his life. Was it because he chose knowledge over relationships? Was it because he dedicated his whole life to learning instead of loving? You've heard it said that knowledge is power. That may very well be. But power isn't everything. I feel like it all comes down to love, to us poor broken humans desperately trying to scratch the itch of a relationship in discord.

Just one more example of how it's all about love...