{Echo} Week 7- ‘Whisper’ Roundup

:: color the wind ::

“Let your heart guide you. It whispers softly, so listen closely.” -unknown

Which is exactly what I have been trying to do these last few weeks.; that whole listen to your heart thing.

You see, it’s not the listening part that is difficult for me…. it is the trusting part. Over the years as I have taught myself to manage living with Bipolar Disorder…. second guessing my instincts has become natural to me.

Too much so.

I am working on changing that, just a bit mind you.. so that I can allow more joy and light into my life. Routines do wonders for me – but there is something to be said for the one-of-a-kind exhilaration that arises out of spontaneity. Ironic isn’t it, having to teach myself to be spontaneous again? That, and becoming less reclusive are the two things I have been really trying to work on. I am probably the most outgoing, shy person you’ll ever meet. It takes me awhile to warm up, but once I do… I realllly do. I’m not exactly sure when I became so riddled with insecurity and stress that socializing became difficult, but the weight gain and health issues over the last few years didn’t really help matters much. I am working on it… and learning it is truly o.k. to be a perpetual work-in-progress.

Those are the whispers I hear today, the whispers that have been calling me to seek solace and wisdom in nature as well as myself  – even in this frigid winter. With each passing day I know I am becoming stronger, wiser, and one step closer to my goals. Not so bad when I really think about it. I am looking forward to leaving here – the here which I now call limbo, and starting the next chapter of my life. I think I have some creative ways to help make that happen – and hope you’ll consider helping me when the time comes.

The whisper prompt brought about some amazing images and stories. I have truly delighted in sharing in them, and hope you’ll enjoy looking through them too.

Here’s the roundup for Week 7 of {Echo} – Whisper:

:: aubergine:: (by ArtByChrysti)

{Echo} Week 7 - Whisper (by ArtByChrysti)

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‘Just’ A Branch

:: to bend ::

'to bend' © Christy Hydeck

 That photo there? I have a particular affection for it, and others like it.

“But Chrysti, it is just a branch.”

Is it odd that I don’t see just a branch’?

I see a resting place for a weary bird whose travels took him a bit too far.

I see a spring nest emerging ; cleverly crafted with the finest materials nature has to offer.. all for the sole purpose of birthing and sheltering their beautiful young and blessing us with the sweet sounds of their song.

I see the glorious shapes and patterns that Mother Nature provides us; neverending  inspiration for our art.

I see eventual spring blossoms coming forth… that not only honor a new season but show us true, raw beauty and gently remind us how life continually renews itself.

I see a color palette for a future painting in a creative session that provides contentment, relaxation, and inspiration.

I see symbolic reminders whispering to me… for it really is better to bend, than to break.

I see the amazing patterns a spider weaves with its web and natures diamonds  that may arise when there is dew.

I see a bounty of fruit growing, providing much needed nourishment for someone, or something in need.

I see the power scarcity and simplicity hold and I am drawn to apply its attributes within my own life.

I see a potential toy for a young puppy whose greatest wish is to play, run and enjoy the fresh air.

I see a young couple in love sharing their first kiss under the shelter the branches provide.

I see children creating their own Terebithias, kingdoms coming alive, imaginations heightened, alternate worlds all just within their grasp.

I see how the branch is indeed stronger intertwined with others, and how frail the lone one is without much support.

I see the stories that branch will hold hundreds of years from now and how I will be just a small part of its memory. I revel that I am a part of all that I have seen, all that i do and THAT is the very thing connecting me to others and the world around me.

I see evening ushering in, the golden, magical hour about to arrive – and all the visual delights that entails. Mothers tucking children into bed, a warm candlelit bath and crisp, freshly cleaned sheets that give slumber.

Life.  It really is all about perspective isn’t it?

What do you see?


A lil’ Dose of Inspiration – Words to Live By

“Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even to the dull and ignorant;
they too have their story.

Measuring Up

Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexations to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter;
for always there will be greater
and lesser persons than yourself.

Published in Life Images!

Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.

Exercise caution in your business affairs;
for the world is full of trickery.
But let not this not blind you to what virtue there is;
many persons strive for high ideals;
and everywhere life is full of heroism.

Be yourself.

Especially, do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.

Take kindly the counsel of the years,
gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a wholesome discipline,
be gentle with yourself.

You are a child of the universe,
no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
And whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore be at peace with God,
whatever you conceive Him to be.

And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life, keep peace with your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.

Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy.”
– Desiderata – by Max Ehrmann

Have your own favorite words of wisdom? Please share them in the comments!

Hoping you find your own happiness, streangth, and peace today …
– Chrysti

My Love List :: What’s Yours?

Special thanks to MeganJane for sharing she likes purple’s   blog post & love list challenge. With that, I’ll start. 

:: the risk ::

I love an inspiring challenge.

I love the sound of rain tap-a-tap-tapping on an old tin roof and watching lightning storms seemingly dance over the ocean. I love the way light looks bouncing off my beaded garland on a sunny afternoon through my little kitchen window. I love simple, guilty pleasures to indulge my senses in. I love Starbucks iced venti skim mocha’s; especially sitting outside on a perfect spring day where that almost perfect light breeze is brushing your cheeks. I love the smell of autumn winds and the sounds of leaves rustling while the trees whisper.

I love custom gift wrapping in pretty colored boxes adorned with exquisite ribbons and perhaps even rustic branches tied on with twine. I love the smell of bookstores and the rush i get every time i walk into one. I love paging through old letters and diaries of people I never knew and imagining what their life must have been like. I love being connected with all that came before me. I love organizing, and making piles of trash bags to be wistfully carried away. I love finding that amazingly perfect conversation with someone you never expected outside at 2 am and staying up til dawn without ever realizing it. I love sunrises.

I love life’s little luxuries; breakfast in bed with cute pajamas on high-thread count, crisp and oh-so-cool white sheets. I love soft, cozy, squishy pillows that i can scrunch up and snuggle against; bonus points if they are cool. I love the sound of birds singing filling the air, and the way my cats crank their adorable little heads to watch. I love losing myself in a striking sunset and the joyous reminder that the world is filled with everyday beauty. I love old chandeliers with pretty prisms. I love hanging ornaments on a tree. I love google.

I love kitchenware; platters and pitchers and pottery that tells stories. I love using my grandmothers beat up old pots & worn down casserole dishes relishing the knowledge that her hands once were upon them as well. I love pausing for a moment, just to breathe that memory in. I love the original creaking, old, knicked-up hardwood floors in houses that are a century old and just begging to have their stories told. I love main streets and small towns almost as much as I love countrysides. I really do love dancing about when noone’s watching and fresh cut flowers strewn about the house. I love long, drawn-out and dramatic monologue’s and cheesy i-will-die-without-you-love speeches in movies. I love getting a french manicure and putting on a plush bright white robe after a shower. I love giggling when people fall.

I love writing letters with a micro-tipped  black ink pen on elegant stationery. I love envelopes sealed with a pretty sticker or better yet a wax seal. I love bakers twine wrapped around a stack of tattered old love letters with a strand just plaeading to be pulled. I love walking into paper source and touching every sheet of lush paper as I walk by it. I love pretty fabrics just begging to have my hands run over them. I ab-so-friggin-lutly love the genuine smile of a child at the precise moment you needed it or the kiss of a dog when you least expect it. I love serendipity. I love having the insides of my closets painted in pretty colors, and the suprise you get each time a door is opened.


 I love softly colored nature photos with smooth and silky bokeh. I love the smell of woodsy bonfires and the memories that rush back right along with it. I love going to Mt. Washington and peering over the city I was raised in. I love sitting amidst a crowd unnoticed and watching people pass by, observing them when they don’t necessarily know they are being watched. I love receiving a shipment of sharpies or caran d’ache watercolor crayons or faber-castell artist pens when every imaginable, glorious color is included. I love journals: small journals, big journals, journals covered in fabric, journals with pretty tassels, journals made by hand or laminated with eye-catching art. I love simple little moleskine journals, and elaborate journals with highly textured handmade paper. I love all the unclaimed dreams lying between each page. I love an iced-cold new castle beer on a sweltering hot summer day and a fresh white v-neck tee shirt paired with a pair of crisp new faded blue-jeans.

I love possibility. I love the never-ending plethora of options we have in life. I love the way words dance and I love talking in silly, nonsensical accents…just because. I love laughing; not just a simple  giggle or a slight chuckle.. but that from-the-gut super deep in-the-pit-of-your-belly laugh that often leaves you with tears running down your cheeks when you’re done. I love that life makes us smile, even when it breaks your heart. I love living, even when it’s not easy.. especially when it’s hard and delighting in the day it was all worth it. At the end of the day, I love being me and all the fateful flaws, hopeless optimism, oddities and eccentricities that entails. I love singing at the top of my lungs and not caring if it’s on key and the surprise that I was ‘caught’.  I love sarcasm, horridly bad puns and so-stupid-they are funny one-liner jokes. 

I love remembering all the things i hold dear, and truly love.

That… my friends, is my little list — for today anyway. I think i may just do this once a week, cuz’ boy oh boy did it make my day much lighter. I sense this coming on as a new theme for an art journal.

Now kiddos, let’s see your “love list”.

As she loves purple  said: “*I challenge you to make your own list. The only catch? You can’t include a single person you know on your list. No “I love the way my husband laughs” or “I love hearing my little girl call for me.” It’ll be tough, I know. (Think about it, I couldn’t include MOLLY on my list.) But this particular little exercise is about stripping away everyone who defines you and figuring out what you (not his partner; not their mother/daughter/sister/friend) love.”

Be sure to leave me a link to yours!