A few of the things I love...right now.

I want to wear this everyday. AND walk around in these halls. Gorgeous. 

With the weather like it is, a tingy of heat and perfect nights, I want to sit right there on that rock and read. To be honest, I'd probably lay down on the rock and fall asleep.

Every year in Brussels, they take begonias and create art in the square. I have until August to book my flight!

This gorgeous apartment is in my city- Paris. And so is this bedroom, which I will gladly reproduce and claim as my own. 

All I can say is yes please to these Christian Louboutin

And I'd sit right here and wear them and drink wine and laugh til I cried. 

I will remember this and have it when camping outdoors is simply not an option. 

 Inspiration books. I will start a new one very very soon. 

Darks Only You Know

In the Darks Only You
   know of me
I am Changed
Screaming
Pools of water cloud me
A mosaic of colors
   Broken parts
Crushed
       And brought
    together by a
Sovereign
     hand
In His own image.

Stories

So many questions circle round and round in my head. I turned 28 this year. Funny enough I actually really like that age. It's brought a sense of contentment that my younger 20's never shared with me. I was somewhat of a disaster right out of college. I'm not saying that from time to time that I'm not still a complete mess, but it's different now. Grace I guess has a lot to do with it. 

I'm surrounded by so many wonderful gracious people. However, I have noticed that the overarching quality people are tending to notice about me is my inquisitive nature. My friend Catie finally asked me the other night "Why are you so inquisitive Cara?" Now, she in no way was saying, "Stop that. That's annoying," but I think she was just genuinely curious. My response- I used to think I knew it all. I had no reason to ask questions. But a few things happened. I hit a hard brick wall of pride and both of us broke. When I went to get up, it wasn't pretty. I was bleeding a lot, but people heard my quiet shameful cries for help. My recovery birthed a great deal of things- one of them my screaming awareness of how much I didn't know and how much I loved the people that were loving me in return. So now I can't help but ask people their stories. What more could we desire than to know and be known? And on top of all that love them. I didn't know how to do that when I was under the impression I was "clean". By no means do I know how to do that perfectly now, but I have the "want" to. To me, that's the most important. 

We are all broken, whether we understand that or not. I've been fortunate enough to become really aware of most of my pieces. So that's the short version...ask me some questions if you wanna know more.