The celebration of what seems to be a very important event in the history of our little town happened today. Old Settlers. When the oldies came and settled down to make first the great town of Jam, now renamed Ferndale. I wanted to attend with first a friend, but she was set off on a camping trip to the middle of Washington. Second my cousin(s) but they were interested in other affairs. Third my dog, but she seems to not like me at the moment. I ventured 30 minutes into town alone. My dear brother, Robert, was playing in the alumni band so I thought I would watch him. I got there late and missed him but luckily hopped on the FFA float, in which I supplied no help in creating, but joined spontaneously for a good ride.
Skip to after the parade.
I met Robert after the parade and I showed him around the festivities of our grand celebration. It was toasty warm outside but only 70 degrees. I was baking. Funny how the sun impacts you in a mostly rainy region. Robert enjoyed walking around and seeing what was camped out in Pioneer Park, but without my grandma, my aunt, or my mom, it had no real significance to either one of us.
Fast forward to Second Avenue.
There is a shop on Second Avenue in little Ferndale called, wait for it, Second Avenue Sports. Only the most high quality store for purchasing your Ferndale gear. The woman working there was one I was not familiar with. I shopped around while my brother began talking to her.
Background on Robert; He served in the Canada Winnepeg mission for 2 years and in his last area serving, there were many Filipino members and people living there.
The woman in the store was Filipino. Robert also learned Tagalog while serving there and after asking the employee her ethnicity he began speaking in Tagalog. The woman was so surprised and also began speaking in Tagalog.
Robert has no background of this language, but yet he speaks it so effortlessly and is able to make people laugh and smile with his extraordinary, impeccable gift.
Yes in a small store in my little town, I saw the gift of tongues come to life.
Humbled and happy.
Manatiling nakatutok (stay tuned).
Let me tell you about my sweet pea. She is little and almost looks like a miniature even though she's not supposed to. She has one blue eye and one brown eye and sometimes the blue eye gets cloudy and her pupil gets really small and she looks a little crazy. When she runs/herds she gets really low to the ground and basically lays down and waits, and waits, and waits, until she finds something worth herding. The something worth herding is usually our English Setter, Annie. That's beside the point, the point is, is that she is patient and waits for the most appropriate moment to spring into utmost ridiculous action. Her ears always lay down flat behind her head when she runs and it's rather intriguing. Did I mention that her ears stick straight up? Because they do and she kind of looks like a little black and white rare fox. It's kind of wonderful. She is the most intelligent creature I have come across and she minds her manners. Also, she's a little rude but in the most obsolete way, if that makes sense? She senses when you're mad, when you're happy/excited, and when you're sad. One time she was missing from us and I couldn't stand life without her and that is how this post came to be. She is not only a great and whimsical companion but she is also a best friend.
She, is Korie. A courageous Border Collie who finds joy in almost everything, and I mean everything. Please enjoy.
(Also, I hope you get my intended pun with my title and my first sentence.)
Yesterday I got the amazing opportunity of speaking at my stake's young women's camp. My young women's leader in my ward was appointed to organize a traditional event that is had every year on the first night of camp. This is called the faith walk. The girls travel around to different destinations around camp and at each spot they hear a special message from those that are speaking. The theme for the walk was "light". I spoke on "the light of Christ" and how we can obtain it. I loved speaking with the girls and getting to see their beautiful lights shine. They don't need makeup or materialistic things because they are beautiful all on their own. They have this wonderful gospel that they hold so dearly to them. They come unto Christ and through His love they let the light of Christ shine for others to see. One thing I mentioned to these beautiful daughters of God was a quote that I learned while I was at EFY, "He won't if you don't believe". In this statement is so much power and truth. If we don't put our trust in Christ and indulge in His great works, then he can't help us and allow us to work through our trials diligently without His great plan and Him in general. We need Him.
In the last part of my talk, we ventured along the trail until we were in an area where there was seating below and the girls could look up to a hill. On the hill I had my two awesome brothers help me to recreate the Hill Cumorah pageant. My brother Bryce was Moroni and my brother Robert was Joseph Smith. It was really cool to have them there and help me out and show the girls such an awesome event in Church History.
I loved spending time at Cascade Park with such beautiful daughters of God, two awesome brothers, and a ton of wonderful leaders who put so much work into this wonderful week. I enjoyed the spirit that was there and that was carried by these wonderful Young Women. I'm thankful for them and I love them!
I was casually cleaning out my car due to a small fiesta I had that involved a ton of food. This fiesta was one that I had on my own, by myself, it was great. Anyway, I started cleaning out my glove compartment and my center console. It had been a while since I had cleaned out my center console and that is where I usually stuff silly crap. I started at the top and found what looked like a piece of paper lying face down among a million loose bobby pins. Curious, I went to get it and struggled to pick it up at first. When I finally got a hold on it, I turned it over to reveal what was on the other side. On the other side of that "piece of paper" was a picture of an old significant other, one that he had given to me when we were interested in each other. Just him, in his football gear posed all pretty. I had completely forgotten about it and was shocked that I had kept it after almost a year this September. Guess what I did next. I put the picture back in the same position, face down, unable to be recognized. I put it back! The next time that I clean out my car the same thing will happen; my heart will stop, I'll be a little spooked, and I'll put it back just like it was. Maybe I'll even blog about it! You'll never believe what happened next. I started cleaning out the larger part of the console. Then I got to the bottom. At the very bottom of my center console were indeed love notes. LOVE NOTES. Well, they weren't exactly love notes at the time. Maybe they were... I'm not entirely sure. But they usually started with my name or, dare I say it, babe and ended with something cute and a heart. I kept love notes for a year and didn't even reflect on them after we had ended things? Wow some heart I have. There's not much more to say, just that I cleaned my car and found the ghosts of significant others past... if that's even a thing? It is in my car I guess.
This all started when I decided to delete my twitter account. It was fun while it lasted, but I decided to put an end to my addiction with this social media site. For the time being, I enjoyed watching catty girls get in very catty fights, following my most favorite celebrities, and watching my friends complain about their lives. I would be lying if I said I never complained about my life... because I did, and that is just ridiculous! Why should I complain about my life over social media if all I'm getting is a "favorite"? That's right, I shouldn't. So I deleted twitter. Half of me is relieved and happy and the other half is depressed and wondering what drama I'm missing. The truth is is that having twitter was an addiction and so incredibly unhealthy. I feel like I'm almost a recovering addict. "Hi my name is Holley and I've been twitter free for 8 hours." It's like I'm in AA... no wait, TA (twitters anonymous). All jokes aside, I now have a blog. Yes a blog. One that I will enjoy writing on and telling the public about my life (if anyone cares to read). There's not much more to say, just that I deleted twitter and started a blog.
Holley has been living the dream since 1997. She is a lover of 80s music and rain and kombucha and goats. She's passionate about photography and sharing her life.
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