“Nothing splendid was ever created in cold blood. Heat is required to forge anything. Every great accomplishment is the story of a flaming heart.” -Arnold H. Glasow

“I see my path, but I don’t know where it leads. Not knowing where I’m going is what inspires me to travel it.” -Rosalia de Castro

#NowPlaying

This song is one of my all-time favorites. The Dixie Chicks tackle life and love so simply in this classic number, it’s beautiful. I’ve been playing the song on repeat for the last half-hour with no sign of stopping anytime soon…

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Late Night Jam Sesh

Summertime was my inspiration for this new playlist. I am in desperate need of a little fun in the sun. Hopefully this playlist transports your mind to a warmer, happier place like it did mine.

 

Why Do You Travel?

Why do you travel? 

To understand yourself outside of yourself. To know your place in the world. To realize what you can do, who you can be, and how you can help. To break through the bubble you’ve lived in–whether good or bad–know that there is more out there, there is more to life. To see the injustices, the beauty, the creativity, the sunrises and sunsets. To hear the accents, the music, the rumble of the city, the roar of the jungle, the silence of the woods, or the calm of the ocean. To feel the pain, the joy, the suffering, the kindness of loved ones and strangers. To step outside, around the corner, buy a one-way, ride your bike, take the train, or just take a walk. To rediscover your home, or adventure to a new one. Open yourself up and don’t be afraid to be afraid. To absorb as much as you can. From the architecture that surrounds you, from the artwork in museums, from the foods you taste, and from the friends you make. To look up. At the clouds, the stars, the ceiling. At the beauty of exploring a place you’ve never been. To look down. At the grass, the cobblestone, the sand, the snow, the dance floor. To revel in each unique experience. 

That is why I travel. 

A Little Letter (Turned Poem) Written To My Mom:

Dear Mom,

I want to start off by saying thank you. Thank you for supporting me, for laughing with me, for loving me so unconditionally. I know that this sort of love comes with the territory, but still I want to thank you. Not as many moms have dealt with some of the things I’ve put you through, so again thank you.

Thank you for never underestimating me, thank you for just letting me be me. You’ve seen me do good, you’ve seen me do bad. You’ve uncovered some secrets you never thought I could have. But you’re still my mom, you’ve never given up–and again I want to thank you for that. I want to thank you mom. I want to thank you for being patient with me, for allowing me to grow. I just have to let you know that I love you so.

All in all, I want to thank you one last time for teaching me how to be the best mom one could ever possibly be.

I love you,

Alice

Late Night Lana

 

Sometimes all you need is to be alone with Lana and your thoughts… All criticisms aside, there is something about her voice that just resonates with me when I’m having a bad day. Even if everything else about her isn’t authentic, her voice is. And that’s what matters.

♡ Si tu vois ma mère ♡

 

Correct me if I’m wrong in saying this, but, any song from a Woody Allen film has got to be great, right?

Something happens past 1 am…

Something happens past 1 am.. It’s not that I can’t sleep, but that I don’t want to. My days seem lazy, but my nights are amazing. I get creative, I get excited, I spend time writing and reading, I decide I’m an investigative journalist scouring the web, or a fashion designer working on a new line. Sometimes I’m rich and shopping for a home, or planning my next trip to Rome. Whatever I do, and whoever I turn into, it always happens when I see the moon.