March 31, 2013

[create]. [celebrate]. [chomp down].

March 31, 2013

Two months ago, Awake My Soul: A Contemplative Art Journal was released. This past weekend, Aletheia and I finally got to celebrate together this accomplishment. This book would not be in existence without the support of so many fabulous people. As a gesture of appreciation to all of those wonderful people, the release party began.  
 
Naturally, the theme of this party was all about celebrating creativity in all its forms. All the guests had the opportunity to create their own pizzas, their own floats for dessert, and works of art using Aletheia’s favorite medium: yupo and acrylic ink.
Orange Creamsicle = Amazing!
Pitta Pizzas
Art Creation Station
Rachel's Cafe and Creperi
The weekend was indeed a whirlwind as I left Durham on Thursday and was back at home yesterday. Still we managed to fit in some of the local Lancaster flavor. What will be the next cause of celebration? I hardly know, but I am sure it will be a good time!
The Fractured Prune Donut Shoppe






March 17, 2013

Mint Magic


March 17, 2013

The mint magic found right on Duke’s Campus. After two years, Laura and I get to enjoy a Shamrock Shake together. Happy St. Patrick’s Day to us!

March 15, 2013

Painting Party


March 15, 2013


I often wonder how hard it would be to become friends with people if I wasn’t plugged into a church? I have been very fortunate in all of the places that I have lived to find a church that I really liked after very little searching. Grace Church has a great community of young professionals, and I have been regularly meeting with a group of girls to walk through the workings of God. This time, however, was just pure fellowship as one of the girls shared her love of painting with the rest of us.

I didn’t realize until we started that most of the ladies had never painted before. I felt like somewhat of an odd ball as I brought a picture of what I wanted to try and paint. In the end I had a great time and just went with it. At this stage of life I am getting used to being the one who does things a little differently. This time, one other decided to join me.