Saturday, August 3, 2019

the outer banks | short film

a little video i put together when we took a girls' trip to the outer banks earlier this summer. enjoy dear friends<3

Saturday, February 23, 2019


“perhaps all the dragons in our lives 
are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, 
just once, with beauty and courage. 
perhaps everything that frightens us is, 
in its deepest essence, 
something helpless that wants our love.” 

― rainer maria rilke

Sunday, January 20, 2019

Prince Edward Island | Short Film

Prince Edward Island from Eve S on Vimeo.


hello, kindred spirits! after letting this footage sit on my computer for over a year, I decided to put together a short film of my senior trip to Prince Edward Island, Canada where a few of my ancestors originated from and where L.M. Montgomery once lived. oh how I long to return to the place of red sand, literary adventures, and fields ever so perfect for feeling prayers. don't you just love places that you instantly feel at home with in your bones, in your heart, in your soul?

p.s. don't forget to watch in HD, please <3

Saturday, January 5, 2019

Friday, December 28, 2018

A Letter to the Girl I Once Was


(year-old photos where I was attempting to be artsy)

Dear girl-I-used-to-be, 

Ah, you thought you'd be the same, didn't you? It may sound odd to you, but in a couple years, you will grow into a person that is very different from the one you know now. The girl you see in the mirror who shakes with fear now stands tall, smiles easily. People tell you to trust when they repeatedly abuse it. People tell you to rush when all they want is to see is you stumble. This causes you to fear and doubt, but you will learn to listen to yourself. A voice that will become the loudest in your mind.

You will meet someone, and he will not be the one. And that's okay. You will feel unsure, but the Lord will whisper for you to let go, He has other plans. Trust Him, He knows. It will strengthen you, push you to grow into someone who values and loves herself deeply and understands that being alone is ever so far from being lonely. You will be so much happier, dear. You will discover that you are not some lost puzzle piece someone must claim, you do not belong to another soul. You are whole, you are the dark blanket of sky that is freckled with stars, always changing, vast and constant. You will learn that love is not someone trying to cut you in half in order to feel needed. You do not need anyone to make you feel complete. It is a powerful thing to know what you want and who you are and you possess both of these qualities within you.

You will graduate with your associate's degree in ECED even though you wonder how you'll ever make it through. You will get the job you wanted ever so badly that combined two of your passions: early childhood education and social work. The job that seemed impossible until it was slipped into the palm of your hand. You will be a preschool teacher that children love and trust. One will tell you that they wish you were their mommy and your heart will break. Because you know. You know she has no mother who claims her. You know she has suffered, the pieces of her story make your soul ache. These children will break your heart because you know the poverty and trauma they live in. And dear it will hurt. To watch parents (who were once children just like the ones you teach) make the same mistakes time and time again and to see them and their children suffer. It will tear you apart, to watch, to listen, to know these little ones that pull so hard at your heartstrings, you wonder how your heart will ever stay intact. But it will. Because this is what you were built to do. Your life has prepared you to serve, to look to these little ones with love and compassion. You will see the trauma instead of the negative behavior. You will see the resilience their families have instead of the mistakes. You will make a difference, one child at a time.

You worry so much about your future, but there is no need. I can tell you with confidence, that your future is bright and brims with promise. You fear so much right now. Your worries are a long list of jumbled up messes that clench your lungs, leaving you unable to breathe. Know that there will be a time when you will breathe easier, will turn to strength rather than of fear. Dear girl I used to be, you will make it through the obstacles that seem to multiply before your eyes. You will make it because you have so much courage inside of you once you choose to unleash it.

sincerely,

the woman you've become

Sunday, December 23, 2018

The Joys of Antiquing


antique stores are always full of adventure and surprises:

 I met an ancient doll who moved slightly as I snapped a photo
 (I'm hoping that was just a weird coincidence)

heard random knocking on the third floor of an old antique building 
(again, quite odd. knocking is not a normal occurrence on third floors you know)

saw a sign of a very moody boy who wanted chocolate rather badly apparently

noticed a stuffed panda who looked as if he hadn't slept in years
(perfect representation of how I felt on the last day of teaching before winter break)

found ever so many photographs of stories waiting to be told. 


if you haven't gone antiquing in a while, or ever, I highly recommend doing so. 
you never know what you might find. <3

merry Christmas eve eve!

Friday, December 21, 2018

The Many Colors of Toxic: Yellow 02


paint her with your sunlight,
let her yellow heart shine.
keep your secrets in the shadows
behind your closed pale blinds.
leave her bright with promises
of a future clear and bright,
as you befriend the darkness
that hides her bruises at night.
color her yellow as the sun,
maybe the light will hide
the dark you left on her skin,
but she'll still feel it deep inside.
you leave a sour taste of lemon
on her tight, fearful lips.
you tell her you’ll be her lemonade
if she forgives and takes a sip.


I decided to create a poetry series that surrounds the subject of toxic relationships. Why? Honestly, I have no idea. I have created many of these color poems in one sitting, and each poem explains a different aspect of a toxic relationship. I have not a clue where they came from, but I know I need to share them with you. When you are in a relationship that is toxic, it is difficult to see the warning signs. Perhaps he doesn't hit you, but he hurts you emotionally. Maybe he's really sweet, but his jealousy frightens you. Perhaps he's a great guy, but his mental state is always negative. Poison hides effortlessly in relationships. It masks itself as anxiety and fear, so you don't acknowledge the severity of its power. Perhaps this poem and the others I will share later will show girls the signs of a toxic relationship so that they can avoid it.