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“You don’t need to be amazing. You don’t need to be not amazing. You just are.
You are, in and of yourself, worthwhile.”
Heather Dawn Jones (nicknamed “Noodle”) | Artist | 31 | Lookout Arts Quarry
I fell in love with Noodle the moment I saw her.
There was something about Noodle—
her bright turquoise cowboy boots,
her addictive, unscripted giggle,
her handwritten notes in big green print on pale pink paper—
that captured me instantly. Instantly.
I was at Creative Mornings with a dear friend, and Heather was giving a talk on Minimalism.
She spoke a rawness that blazed open my spirit— I listened, I connected, I lusted.
I didn’t realize it then, but she was a living possibility of what I could be.
I tackled her after her speech— I swooped down and hugged her and sing-songed:
“Will you go on a date with me?”
And thus began our adventures.
Noodle is the kind of person that gets better and better as you get to know her.
She also makes art of everything (like breakfast!)
She lavished my mind with stories of her journey, and my own forgotten dreams began to flutter alive.
Heather wanted to be an artist.
But the life of an artist, romantic as it sounds, is not one that comes easy.
She tree planted for six years and put all her earnings into the bank, keeping only $2000 to live off each year.
She would sweat and toil over the summer, then hibernate and create over the winter.
She found cheap art supplies— rocks, tin cans, broken chair legs— lived simply, and made her own clothes.
When she saved enough, Noodle and her friends pooled their money.
They bought 50 acres of land (previously an industrial rock quarry) near Bellingham, and dubbed it an art collective.
They live, breathe and create as circus performers, slackline walkers, visual artists, musicians… everything.
People go to lose themselves in nature and find themselves in art.
I was hooked.
Noodle was the living, breathing proof that people could manifest their own destiny.
She was so happy, so spirited, so generous, so free. She was everything I wanted to be.
“It’s one thing to make a beautiful art piece.
It’s another to create an environment that changes people.”
And that’s what Noodle does— she designs immersive art pieces: a place for transformation.
Like a 75-foot installation at the Vancouver International Children’s Festival,
where 4000 children wove recycled strips of fabric onto a gigantic dinosaur framework.
“From the outside, it was cool… but from the inside, it was a whole new world.
Kids were playing tag, whack-a-mole, crawling around, I’ve never seen so many kids laughing!”
She reminisced about her own childhood, growing up with her cousins and neighbourhood kids.
“Once you know what that’s like [a connected collective], you’ll always be looking for it.”
And in Noodle’s case, creating it. Building it. Pouring her loving energy into it.
I could write a book about breakfast alone.
But soon we gathered up, biked our way to the Maker Faire and lost ourselves in a musical abyss.
We danced to fiddles, poked at glow-in-the-dark contraptions and surrendered to the midday sun.
We soon parted ways, and planned to meet up the next night.
But the next night, while she was biking up to my house with pho for dinner, I smashed my bike into a wall.
And this is where our friendship truly begins—
because that night, this beautiful, exquisite stranger, who I had known for just a day, saved me.
She mothered me, soothed me, and held my hand as I lay writhing in agony.
She comforted me, dressed me, and told me that I would be okay.
She took me to the hospital, talked for me, and stroked me till the wee hours of the night.
She gave me everything.
If I had been alone, I don’t know what I would have done.
I was in the kind of pain that makes a sane person irrational and crazy and reckless.
And she saved me.
That night, she was Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King, and every holy angel in the world to me.
I was grateful (though grateful is not strong enough of a word) to her then, and I will be always.
Because that night, I saw the sweetness of humanity in her eyes.
I tasted a radical, exhilarating love.
I felt kindness sweep up my soul,
gathering up all the cracked little pieces of me
and sewing me back together,
one soul-stitch by one.
I have a million words and no words left to say, but there is no need to describe a thing more.
I discovered a new language with Noodle, one that exists only in being.
Her affirmation from earlier that day echoed in my ears:
“I am worth loving.”
Wake up. Be awesome.
A sneak peek into my yoga practice:
The reason I’m so happy everyday (best job ever!):
Grateful to be raised in abundance of love:
Feeling blessed to be living bliss!
I believe that everyone should be given the tools to live a healthy, empowered lifestyle. Yoga and joy is a gift meant to be shared, so let me know: What can I make to serve you?
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Wishing you a BEAUTIFUL, blessed day! xox
for sunshine, sparkles and smiles,
for moments of balance in a life of chaos,
for happy, happy times,
for the high, high heights we strive to reach,
for soul songs, kindred spirits and serendipitous days,
for those who smile despite their circumstances,
Gratitude is the key to happiness.
I am thankful for who I am; for what I have seen, felt, and loved. It’s easy to lose ourselves amidst the chaos of life. Through Dear Universe posts, I remind myself to take time every day to slow down, appreciate, and enjoy the beauty of each moment.
All my love, joy & happy thoughts to you! <3
For papa’s birthday, we made a pie. A mere sliver of our love for him and mama.
There are no words to describe how grateful I am for my parents, for they have given me everything. It’s my parents who inspire me to do what I love, to work my tushy off, to dream big… and they lead by example.
All I really want to say today is thank you to all the incredible parents out there. Happy, healthy families are the foundation of happy, healthy societies. Raising love is the most important job in the world, and you’re killin’ it out there.
Love, love and love always,
- 2 cups almonds or pecans
- 1 cup dates
- 1/2 cup dried shredded coconut
- 1.5 cup raw cashews (soaked, 1 hr)
- 2 zucchinis, chopped
- 2 ripe bananas, chopped
- 1/4 cup cocoa
- 1/4 cup maca powder (optional)
- 1/8 cup cinnamon (optional)
- 1″ ginger (optional)
- 2 tbsp honey or maple syrup or pinch of stevia (optional, to taste)
- maca powder
- chia seeds
Blend nuts & dates separately in food processor, then blend together with shredded coconut. Sprinkle coconut on bottom of pie pan (to prevent sticking) and pat crust in.
Blend cashews in food processor until smooth. Add zucchinis & bananas. Add cocoa, maca, cinnamon, ginger & sweetener of your choice. Pour overtop crust.
Decorate with maca, chia seeds, coconut, almonds, or whatever you want! Go wild. :D
Lick the bowl. Freeze overnight or until solid. Smile, share, give thanks & enjoy! <3
Wowza!What an incredible flavour-burstin’ kinda year so far!!
Life has been absolutely insane (in that head-spinnin’, beauty-chasin’, abundance-flowin’ way), but I’m HERE and alive with exciting new projects on the go!
First off, a very grateful (and way overdue) thank you for the blog awards from Ute Smile, Second Half Woman, Our Life in 3D, Lilly Sue’s Bites and Brews, Fictional Machines and Sustainably Single Parenting. Check out these delightful sites yo!
Second, I’m going to talk ’bout myself today- hope that’s okay!
As you might know, I’m a little yoga addict on a perpetual yoga high. Teaching joy is my life and passion. And in spirit of following heart, facing fears, and a hot hot desire to spread this bliss, I’m dying to ask- what can I do for YOU?
Are you interested in yoga? What would you like to learn?
I’ve been absolutely thrilled by the interest and commitment to health ‘n’ happiness in my community, and I would love to share this love with YOU too!
As a private online teacher, you can do yoga with me whenever you want! Email me first at firstname.lastname@example.org so we can customize an epic class together.
And if you enjoy all this lovin’ energy, please spread the love by rebloggin’, Facebookin’ (art page), Facebookin’ la deux, Twitterin’ or subscribin’ to my e-newsletter for updates on retreats, classes & yoginspiration!
Last but not least, SHARE your health goals in the comments below!
I’ll start whippin’ up yoga vids made with love as soon as school’s out- let me know what you want!
Cheers to radiant, sparkle-filled, dream lives for us all! XO <3
I’ve been blogging with gusto for about two months now, and wow, what an exciting adventure. This incredibly beautiful blogger community has re-affirmed my belief that loving, inspiring, crazy-awesome people exist everywhere!
I feel like I’ve stumbled into a magical new virtual world a-sparkle with treasures. I’ve giggled, cried, gasped, empathized, drooled, aweeeeee-d, and sang along with your stories.
What wonderful, wonderful stories.
So even though I’m not usually one for games, I do believe in saying thank you. I thereby extend a grateful gracias to Spiritual World Traveller, Utesmile, Silkannthreades, Vini Cooks Veg, The Eclectic Eccentric Shopaholic, Sown in Peace and 1901 Skinny Love for the mention in their well-deserved blog awards, to Healthy Glow Nutrition, Lovely Seasons Come and Go and Butterflies and Bunny Rabbits for the re-blogs, and a big hug to all of you for reading and leaving such thoughtful comments!
Because I have a hard time picking favourites, I’m just going to nominate all of you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award, the Liebster Award, the Sunshine Award and the Beautiful Blogger Award (I am working on a more comprehensive “Blogs I Love” page though, stay tuned)! I appreciate each and every one of you for spicing up my life with your delicious flavours. Thank you!
I’m also excited to start sharing fabulously written guest posts (like my dear friend Deidra’s thoughts from last night!). I love looking at the world through new eyes. So if you’re interested in publishing your creative masterpieces here, feel free to e-mail your articles and biography to email@example.com.
Lastly, I made you a little photo story of my life instead of the written “things about me” as per the blog award rules. Cause I felt like being a rebel. ;)
Sending kisses, as always.
This is me as a baby.
This is me now.
This is what I think my life is.
But in reality it’s a lot more like this.
And sometimes this.
I fall a lot.
And this tattoo isn’t real.
But this bliss is.
I’m obsessed with green juices.
And climbing things.
Lots of things.
Like, seriously. Obsessed.
I take too many pictures.
My kitchen’s a mess.
And I get my yoga on everywhere.
I like to go places.
And see things.
And make music.
And be upside down.
But I also like to stay in and read a good book.
I worship my brothers.
And my students, who continuously inspire me to learn.
And all the insanely awesome friends I’ve made along this journey.
Sometimes I’m sad.
And sometimes I’m angry.
And I’m always hungry.
But mostly life is pretty good.
So I give thanks every day.
And pray that I may bring a smile to those who look my way.
I am thankful.
I am thankful for mama and daddy, who have given me life, and for the entirety of my family, who teach me to be alive. I love you.
I am thankful for air to breathe.
I am thankful for the kindness of strangers, like the businessman who bought my cart-full of groceries last month when I ran out of cash on hand. “I was a student once too,” he chuckled, “consider it my donation to the university.”
I am thankful for old ladies who invite me in for piping hot tea and freshly-baked cookies. For college students who give their bed to me and sleep on the floor instead. For unmet relatives who travel across the country to take me out for dinner. For everyone who takes care of me, feeds me, dresses me, and loves me as their own.
Because it has taught me to do the same.
I am thankful for the hugs and giggles of pretty little girls, for the way they twirl soft chubby fingers through my hair.
I am thankful for cotton-candy swirls in the sky at sunrise.
I am thankful for my man. For the notes you leave me every day. For the way we sing wordless songs that ebb and flow, intertangling into each other. For the way you trust me with your fears, and the way you understand mine. For being my someone to love.
I am thankful for street children who slip blue beaded bracelets onto my wrists and say to me: “Friend, friend. Free for friend.”
I am thankful for friends who wait long waits in waiting rooms to see that I’m okay. For nice nurses who squeeze my shaking hands extra-firmly.
I am thankful for soul-songs.
I am thankful for silence.
I am thankful for baby brothers that won’t let me sleep alone when I’m sad. For the time I woke up to crayon-penned notes tucked ’round my room that all started with “I love you because…”
I am thankful for sadness. Because how else to fully appreciate joy?
I am thankful for yoga. For living mindfully, soulfully, gratefully, blissfully. For constant challenges that push me beyond my edge. For daily shavasanas.
I am thankful to feel lonely, sometimes.
I am thankful to not be alone. I am thankful for kindred spirits who move me, hug me, and stand me up when I trip over my own two feet.
I am thankful for my feet. They walk me many places.
I am thankful for God, who is here in me and around me every day. I am thankful for magic and miracles.
I am thankful for sweet oranges and cucumber juice.
I am thankful for cute little piglets to feed.
I am thankful to know nothing.
I am thankful to learn from everyone I meet.
I am thankful for puddles of side-splitting, pants-peeing laughter.
I am thankful to have so much to be thankful for that I can’t write it all down.
I am thankful to stop now and go outside to soak up the sun.
I am thankful.
How do you like to greet the dawn? :D My morning routine prepares me for the day: meditation in the dark, an activating yoga flow, and a feast of liquid love potions as the sun stirs. As a surprise treat … Continue reading