Magic, Disney, and Losers

25550256_10210955637113695_2179826903778710288_nMagic much exist because I’ve seen it with my own eyes in the midst of the happiest place on earth.

Disney World. Despite it being so crowded I wanted to scream and so hot I wanted to cry, the three days I spent at Disney World were truly magical. This is partly due to the wonders of the parks, the details of each corner, the excitement of the rides, and the endless options of activities. But it is even more to do with the wonderful company of three Losers.

Remember Emily, the broadway-crazed wannabe from this post? She was, of course, the front-leader of our group. This was her trip to see the wonderful Savannah and in order, Randi, me, and Alissa all invited ourselves. It’s safe to say we somehow created a wonderful group with which to explore the magic of Disney World.  Continue reading


Follow The Cloud

23435041_10210694259899428_5803650162365813881_nNumbers 9:16-20:

“The cloud would cover it by day, and the appearance of fire by night. Whenever the cloud was lifted from over the tent, afterward the sons of Israel would then set out; and in the place where the cloud settled down, there the sons of Israel would camp. At the command of the LORD the sons of Israel would set out, and at the command of the LORD they would camp; as long as the cloud settled over the tabernacle, they remained camped. Even when the cloud lingered over the tabernacle for many days, the sons of Israel would keep the LORD’S charge and not set out. If sometimes the cloud remained a few days over the tabernacle, according to the command of the LORD they remained camped. Then according to the command of the LORD they set out.”

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Not In Charge.

23132121_10210649578102411_2645317899219630129_n“Senior year is a time for random road trips” Jordan said to me one afternoon as we made the decision to hop in the car early Sunday morning, drive to Austin, see our teacher at the Texas Book Festival, get lunch, and drive back. It wasn’t meant to be a long trip, or even an eventful trip. Just a trip. An adventure.

I was running late Sunday morning because geez I wake up early every day but I managed to make it and Jordan hopped in my car, ready for the day. We instantly stopped for coffee and I blasted Taylor Swift. “Are you a fan of Taylor?” “Yes.” “Good.” Continue reading

Caress Your Soul

13244015_10206450173279915_4943505738771786978_oThis weekend I took a familiar trip to Austin, Texas. Even though I’ve been there multiple times, each trip and experience is unique from the last. The one this photo is a part of, taken over a year ago, was filled with different places, different events, different people, and different memories. A different Madison Lawson visited the same city and saw everything… differently.

“Caress Your Soul”, a piece of graffiti I saw that day at the graffiti park, spoke to my heart. It told me that anything that touched me, made me feel, made me love and warmed my soul was good. It told me to chase those things that caressed my soul, told me to hold onto them because they would be fleeting and when would I find the next one? Continue reading

Tattoo Meanings

picsssI’ve had my lion for over a year now, I believe. It’s one of my favorite tattoos. I mean, look at it. It’s absolutely gorgeous. It also means as much, if not more, to me than all my other tattoos. It comes with two important meanings.

  1. For my Dad, the most important man to me in the world. When I was a kid, my dad, my sisters, and I would play a game we invented called, you guessed it, “Lion”. My dad, the lion, would run around the house chasing us while we screech with laughter. He’d alway catch the slowest one of us and start tickling while we failed to fight him off. To stop him, or ‘kill him’, one of the other two would have to jump on his back (I’m sorry, Daddy). He would then fall to the ground, snoring with…death? To wake him up, because “Lion” is a boring game without the lion, one of us would have to jump over his legs and the book it before he caught us. I was always the one to jump over his legs because I was the youngest and the most expendable.

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Morning Flight

22310274_10210508451654338_8099977218505346740_n Lynn turns off the alarm clock and turns to stare out the window. The sky has a blanket of clouds keeping the sun at bay. Her hair fans out behind her, spread across the duvet. The dreams linger in the corner of her mind and she rubs her eyes in an attempt to erase them. She runs the tip of her fingers across her lips, remembering the brush of his against hers. Groaning, she rolls over, pulling a pillow over her head.

“Alright,” Lynn huffs, climbing out of bed. She pulls at the blinds and rests her forehead against the glass. A group of birds take flight from the telephone wires they were perched on.  Continue reading

Observation: Architecture

picsArchitectural details are easy to appreciate and observe when you’re in a new place. If you’re visiting Rome for the first time in your life, then chances are, you’ll notice the details of the cathedrals more than you may notice the details of your apartment building at home. Things become invisible the more you notice them and architecture becomes stone and brick when you walk by the same building every day. You marvel in the beauty of a building you traveled thousands of miles to look at but complain at the eye sore blocking any view you may have from your bedroom window. Many aspects play into this, such as the actual aesthetically pleasing appearance of one verses dull colors and boring design of another. One building may have a rich history filled with fantastic events while another was built last week with the purpose of selling people hamburgers.

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Observations: Signs

picsThe drive from my childhood home to college takes me through Dallas where I see this sign. “We won’t tell your husband” it says. To this day, I can’t figure out the intended meaning of the advertisement.

Are they reaching out to women who may feel unsafe or whose husbands are too controlling to allow them guns? Is their target audience girls who want to know how to use a gun without their husband’s knowing for a less ‘self-defense’-y reason? Are they extremely sexist? Or extremely feminist? Why would their husband not need to know? Are they saying girls can’t handle guns or girls should be allowed to handle guns whenever they want? Continue reading