No matter how far I walk, this path always leads me to you

When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened for us.

Helen Keller

Bonjour everyone!

Gosh, things have been crazy busy while winter still persists, but the world still keeps turning and as such, inspirations in our everyday world does not stop to cease.

The littlest things in life can sometimes be the brightest. Oftentimes many would walk by without ever knowing how wonderful such small things can enlighten a day.

Particularly on a beautiful day, there's something about taking the time to look at one's surroundings. Even old buildings have such characters, a story behind those walls.

Taking a trip down an unfamiliar street and you never know the little surprises that may come your way.

Take for example, something I encountered upon walking on the sidewalk one day in the city. The sky was grey, the cold clung to your skin...a perfect recipe for just another drabby weekday. As I walked forth, I found my pace slowing as I saw such an adorable work of art lying soaked after a small rainfall.

As I bend down to examine it further, I thought about what sort of child created this- was it for a school project, was it meant for a loved one (perhaps a grandmother who was recovering from an illness, or a best friend that needed some cheering up) and it made me realize that what others may find as insignificant, I found dear.

It artist of the moment: Basia Bulat

Listening to her album Heart Of My Own brought the inner Lula girl in me. Her songs makes you want to venture out and do what one's heart wishes: skip down the sidewalk, sleep under a tree, dancing in the kitchen while baking macadamia cookies, kiss in the rain. Write a letter to yourself. Sleep under the stars.

Better yet, she's a Toronto gal like me!

Beautiful songs: I Was A Daughter (from her previous album Oh, My Darling), Heart of My Own, Once More, For The Dollhouse) - even her song titles are just as scrumptious.

Lately I've been hiding in my Fine Arts Library on campus. It's one of my favorite spots there. It's quiet and peaceful, and like Holly Golightly in Breakfast At Tiffany's - nothing bad can happen to you here it seems. The best part: the books.

And the many little interesting things they have throughout.
To me, art is life. Whoever says that art is not as important as that of mathematics or science, is a nuthead. Art is just as important, and should always remain an integral part of the school curriculum in schools. That is how we open our imaginations, that is how life becomes more than we can ever hope.
Some interesting titles I found and went through:

And that's all for now, hope you're having a fantastic day.

Ciao!