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3.29.2016

Blogger guilt | The feels are real


The last month has been a blur. The best kind. I've been submersed in new conversations, lives, and experiences. I've been journaling every chance I get. I've been using up all the scotch tape trying to strap down tickets and memories onto pages. I've been adventuring through cities and villages of countries. I've meeting new faces and hearing incredible stories. My heart is full. 

The truth is, when I'm not outside, I'm sitting on a couch building a website. For any other person it's just another website to visit, but for me, it's what I've been dreaming of for years. The system I've chosen to use is complicated, but beautiful. It has taken weeks of tears, sweat (yes sweat), and many verbal processing conversations with friends and family. I haven't blogged because I've wanted to launch my new website and blog! Every chance I get I'm working on widgets, texts, photoshop collages, and uploading on slow European internet. I'm so excited! The tab for this website is constantly open and continually refreshed on my screen. I'm still not tired of it. I'm overwhelmed with the feedback I've already gotten and the help that has been given and offered. I wouldn't be as far along without my parents, Emily Gluntz, Jessica Lauren, Alice Holt, and premium spotify. 

Now the real update and reason for this post... my blogger guilt is real. Its eating me alive because I just want to share all the things I'm learning, processing, and experiencing. I know the time will come. I just have to be patient. 

By the time I step on Memphian soil, I plan to have this new website launched and live. I plan to be blogging and finally focusing my creative energy on other parts of my business, my beautiful (and patient) clients, and of course new (crazy) project ideas. 

Thank you to all for supporting me through this semester of craziness. I would never imagined myself traveling for weeks during senior year, nor building a professional website for my business, but that's how God works. He is faithful, and has plans that you couldn't even dream up.  Learning to trust His timing, His plans, and His love. 

"Now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen."    

 | Ephesians 3:20-21 |




2.19.2016

Senior Year | Pisgah National Park | Part I



There aren't really words to explain the joy this trip brought me. I'm convinced waterfalls are a taste of God's glory. The way the sound is so calming, yet so loud. How in the midst of roaring, your heart can be completely at peace. It's a gift from God. I love feeling out of place, as the river rushes by me like it always has... Like I'm a visitor just popping by to gaze at the beauty. And that's what we are. Visitors.

Stephanie, my mentor and one of my best friends, planned it all. The place, the mountains, the cabin. I couldn't be more grateful for the time and love she put into this trip. We completely took over Pisgah National Forest! 



Oh Sara Beth, what would I do without you!!?! So thankful we got to live out our little wanderlust spirits together! I pray for more adventures in our future! We are gonna kill Europe. :P



One of my favorites shots I was able to capture from this entire trip. Being a whopping 5 foot 4 inches, I've never felt thaaat small.. but I have never felt tall. I suppose, usually I can't see over crowds and sometimes can't be heard depending on my company. 

Being up next to water falls like this though... its never felt so good to be small. We are all small at the foot of a majestic scene like this. Oh the Lord knows how to humble my heart. 








Long hike = nap time


More coming in Part II from the Pisgah National Forest. 
I cannot wait to tell little Benaiah about the adventures we had with him before we even got to meet him!

2.15.2016

February 15 | Journal Entry: Aching |


Most days it doesn't really effect at an emotional level. But every once and a while, you wake up aching for it. It's like your body genuinely aches over what your mind is lingering over. Often I feel like I confuse the simplicity of childhood with believing how simple life was there. The question "are you glad you moved when you did?" has always been left slightly unanswered on my part only because I have no idea what highschool would have been like in Izmir. I don't know where my faith would have stood in the comfort of my little world. I think we all miss the days of waking up and getting our hands dirty, feet wet, and knees scraped. The days when having to get a band aid was the worst possible outcome of our choices. Because I will never experience living in Turkey as a young adult, I think it will remain in a state of too-good-to-be sort of a home. It hurts to ache for things you won't ever get back. It hurts to not visit what you miss. It hurts to just wake up and not have control over what your mind turns on and heart breaks over before you even eat breakfast. But I wouldn't change one thing of my story and timeline. If anything it shows his sovereignty and his hand over every single step. It's not wrong to miss and cherish memories and places, but it gets dangerous when you grow bitter and simply dwell on them. I'm thankful for things like our Turkish rugs that make it feel less like a dream. It's hurts, but how blessed I am to have something so good to miss.


2.13.2016

Galentines | Art | Love | Faces | Coffee | Challenge

There is nothing more beautiful then walking into your favorite place and seeing all of your favorite faces in the world. Community has forever brought us joy, and today I think we all got a taste of what heaven will be like. Hours spent creating art, telling stories, laughing, drinking coffee, learning personalities, and enjoying one another.

Galentines was a bigger hit then I ever dreamed it would be.
Leading up to this morning, I didn't have any plans for how we would spend our time at Cafe Eclectic with different ladies from completely different lives and backgrounds. I think the way we never wanted it to end only showed the craving we all have for this intentional time with each other. That face to face interaction that somehow has lost its value. Instead something else is pulling at us - Our drive for a constant state of multi-taking. Watching a movie isn't enough anymore, talking to one person isn't enough, driving a four wheeled machine isn't enough anymore, drawing isn't enough anymore, listening to music isn't enough, walking in silence isn't enough anymore. We have these boxes that we now simply pick up and turn on the second we feel unstimulated or not engaged. Endless scrolling. The second I feel uncomfortable my reaction is to not face the situation I'm in, but to pick up my phone and light it up. 

For some crazy reason, I think it's more important to be talking to the person who is messaging me and the person who is commenting on my photo, then the person who has taken time out of their day and life to sit across from me at a coffee shop and be intentional! Are they not enough? Driving this week, I put my phone in the back seat to track how often I felt the impulse to pick it up. It was terrifying that driving only TEN miles at almost every red light my right hand reached out for my little box. Thank the Lord it wasn't there. How foolish to even dream that driving isn't enough stimulation. Who am I to put myself in a multi-tasking situation on the road? How on earth can I nor anyone else focus on what my right foot, two arms, and everyone else in huge machines around me are doing while taking in visual information on Instagram? WHILE the radio is playing heavy beats and techno voices. I mean, are we crazy? 

I speak to myself as much as I speak out to you. This must stop. I, a media queen finding her data rates sky rocketing every month, ask myself. How did we get here? How did I get HERE?

How did our minds become so addicted to noise? It's like it happend so fast and sweet, we never noticed the terrifying reality of change. We fell in love. We fell in love with the exposure and constantly being informed. Is it so bad to want that? Like almost everything in our world, NO, not in moderation. But as our human nature takes control in every sense, we just went too far. I am genuinely horrified at how often my thumb is touching that screen. How antsy I get sitting in one place listening to one person. How uncomfortable I get in silence. How I squirm when trying to focus on one simple task. I am feeding an addiction by having this box never leave my side.  I am enabling this obsession by not engaging when I feel unengaged. 

The reason this morning was complete bliss; the reason we never wanted to leave; the reason our mind were refreshed, I believe, is because we were soaking in community. That face to face, the stimulation of voices we know, that movement of our hands as we created. Our minds churning and processing what was right before us. We weren't thinking about the article on facebook, the photo we saw on instagram, the trip our friend is on. No, in fact we were listening to one another. We were creating ART. We were there- in the moment. I was. And it never felt so good. 

As someone who completely adores being informed. As someone who lives off aesthetic and sharing beauty. As someone who is inspired to wake up daily by stories that are told and have not yet been told. By someone whose room is cluttered with colors, prints, and words, I challenge myself to put my boxes away ever so often. To turn my phone OFF. To shut my computer down. To make the screen go black. To relish in a single conversation. To breathe in silence. To sing and hear my own voice. To take in one story at a time. To listen.

Today as I linger on each photo I took, I already miss this morning and want every moment back. I didn't need my phone because I was with everyone I wanted to be with. I didn't want my phone or my laptop open because I was surrounded by laughter and stories and love. It was enough. FINALLY. It was enough. And it shouldn't have taken me this much time to realize that. It shouldn't taken over 8 friends to make it enough. The noises around me were enough - like they should be! The sound of coffee being brewed and milked being steamed. The light beats of a playlist playing above. The scribbles being made around the table, the murmurs of conversations around us, and finally the actual voices at our own table sharing and laughing. Good gracious- I hope that was enough for my brain to feel engaged! 

I don't think Instagram is bad, I don't think photos are bad, or music, or really PHONES! But in moderation, let us relish those blessings.
As valentines comes around the corner, can we all just love who we have before us. Who else needs you? Put down the boxes, in fact, maybe you can even turn them off. Make eye contact, listen to that voice, make them laugh, enjoy your food, and reach out to hold that person's hand. They need you to engage; and you need you to engage. Galentines was beautiful and want that joy to be experienced by everyone. 

1.28.2016

Davis | Lifestyle | A New Frazier In Town

I have met quite a few newborns, but I can honestly say Davis is my favorite. I know... I'm not suppose to have favorites. I just can't deny those sweet lashes and lips... and those little toes! It is genuinely surreal to see my cousin a father. To watch him and Kristin marry was genuinely a joy. And now! To know these two hold this new life so tightly. To see them look down with nothing but love.
 My heart is swelled a thousand times.

 I'm honored to have been invited into Will and Kristin's home to capture the beginnings of this new chapter in their lives. I'm honored to spend time getting to know my new little family member. He may not know it yet, but he is loved fiercely. He is a Frazier after all!

Introducing the adorable and very handsome

 | William "Davis" Frazier |