love.

amor. liebe. amore. gra. ljubav. cariad. dragoste. pag-ibig. l'amour.
it is said in so many ways. but its meaning is always the same. at first its when your heart beats so fast that your face turns red. its the butterflies that float around your stomach. its the smile that you cant hide. its the sparkle in your eyes. but even better is the silent ease that you feel with them. the confidence that you feel in their caring for you. the "i would do anything to make you happy." it can sneak up and suprise us. it envelops us in total. it can be for a person. for a thing. for a passion. love. its such a lot of meaning to put in such a small word. four letters- but so much more. i am lucky to have so much of it everyday. but especially this normal wednesday noon.

a singsong passion for ballet and pretty things.

a flowering tree unites ballet, dancing, voice and beauty into two heart warming hours. seen here is one image of kumudah in the midst of her transformation into a flowering tree. a transformation of divine measure.

what can be more simple than using the magic of a human voice and the flexibility of a human body to create the utmost beauty.

this is perhaps one of the most beautiful images ive seen.
http://www.cincinnatiopera.org/

a flowering tree.

its our season's fairytale.
she can transform into a beautiful tree.
he falls in love with her.
its an ancient tale.
sung in english.
and with the most beautiful voices youve ever heard.

youve seen her around town.
see her in real life.
a flowering tree.

cincinnatiopera.org

landoflove, ohio.

taken in the sweetheart of ohio.

i love this photo because even the shadows are shaped like hearts. you can see in the bottom corner the bright blue of a gorgeous loveland day.

loveland. a place that will always hold my heart.

the balloons that carried away a girl

my birthday has never been so lovely. surrounded by friends and feeling so happy. my opera family has gone completely out of their way to decorate my bland desk (with balloons bigger than my body!) im quite suprised ive not yet floated away.
my real family picked me up for lunch whisking me away to eden park for an elaborate picnic where we stood out like a kennedy clan in our casual summery elegant attire.
ive never felt so loved, and im only halfway through the day.
youve carried away my heart this birthday.

cheers!

someone get this girl a drink.

because today i happily turn twenty one.

bittersweet.

this was a week of goodbyes.
goodbye tuesday to my little sister's high school career.
goodbye thursday to my little brothers.
goodbye friday to my best friend as he leaves for his summer internship.

but i dont do well with goodbyes. i am much more a fan of hellos. i feel an ache in my heart every time i utter the word. its not a favorite thing about myself. but alas, it is so.

so today i must finish my bittersweet week. my week of not hellos.