Tuesday, 12 November 2013

If not now, then when?

Sometimes in the seeking I'm so overwhelmed by the possibilities that fear paralyses me and I feel like I can barely breathe. The weight of the gift is pressing down on my chest, and I don't know If I'll ever get through it.
At this time in my life more than any other, or in fact for the first time in my life, I feel alone. Like a desert island, no ships breaking on my shore. And yet I know I need this. A simple time to gather my thoughts, a pause in time to find my way. But in the silence sometimes all I can hear is my heartbeat. That heavy muscle banging on a steel drum. And so I turn the music louder, to drown it out, wishing away the the thoughts that chase me.
But when I dare, I stop and turn down the white noise, and hail to the Creator, I seek an audience with Him. I need more life breath to keep me here. Peace to transcend my weary thoughts.
And as I look, in that moment, I see a glimpse of His reflected beauty. My friends, artists - creators - beating out the hum and the drum, the heart beat of the life giver, spelling out His name. "Though you may be far, we are near. Though you may not see me now, you will see me in a while. Take heart, I am with you."

Katherine Elizabeth Bridal


As we are one, yet we are many. I dare not call you all here and now, lest I forget one in the calling. But where you are, there you are, I still need you. And so I'm thankful, thankful that in the silence, in your absence you're still here. I'm still there. In this busy life, where we've lost the meaning, there is still a reason.
It's still the same:

That you are here—that life exists and identity,

That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Walt Whitman

Thursday, 12 July 2012

A new beginning

With tears in my eyes and pain in my heart 
I lift my hands to you
With the rain on my face, and doubts in my mind
I smile
You hold my future, you are my future.

The burden inside isn't mine to carry
The weight pressing down, is of my own making
Your very strong hand holds onto mine tightly,
guiding me to the place where I belong.

Where you guide me is unimaginable
A place I have craved and longed to see
Colours and beauty invading my being
From glory to glory
Strength to strength

Almighty, Magnificent.
Be not afraid
This is just the beginning
Keep pressing in, keep walking forward

When you fall, rise up
When you weep, I'll dry your tears
Hold on tighter, press in harder
I'm here with you, lighting the way;

Don't give up, don't break down
Keep on believing, keep on moving
I want the best for you, you have the best in you
Step forward, be strong and very courageous

©Copyright Andromeda OLSEN NALUM 12/07/12

Monday, 25 June 2012

The Creativity Myth

RE-blogged from Hillsong Collected

To read the full article follow this link: The Creativity Myth

Hillsong Collected
I feel like one of the biggest mistakes we as people make, is to lock people into the 'creative' or 'uncreative’ box. It's very easy to stereotype a guitarist as 'creative' and an accountant as 'not creative'. We look at a photographer or someone who dresses with a bit more eccentricity and say, 'they're so creative'. Meanwhile, we look at someone who works with spreadsheets or teaches 4 year olds and without thinking we class them as not quite as creative as our friend who designs t shirts. As is often the case, appearances can be deceiving.
Being a brilliant guitarist doesn't necessarily mean you're a creative genius, it may just mean you can move your fingers really fast.

The creativity myth is vicious and robs a lot of people from achieving their creative potential. The truth is, we have all been made in the likeness of a creative God. Having been cast in His image, we possess vast amounts of creative potential. It's just that some of us have learnt to access it with greater ease.

Sometimes the most creative people are the ones who intuitively use imagination to find a better system to process customer orders, or a great way to potty train your toddler, or a way to bring together 6 flatmates and rent out the best house on your block, or a way to manage your boss's travel calendar, or a way to get your connect group to all contribute when discussion time rolls around. Some of the most creative people I know run gyms, emergency rooms, and work in property management.

For some people, it comes really easy... for the rest of us, creativity is like a muscle, meaning it can, and must, be developed through frequent use. Here's a few practical tips I'm constantly trying to apply.

 .... You are creative. Now go and prove it.

Saturday, 23 June 2012

I'm in love.

I'm in love.
In love with fashion.
A passion for fashion, that's always been there.
To die for, to kill, but most even care.
How it became was before my birth.
Before the sky, and before the earth.
I live and I breathe, but mostly don't see.
And when I see, I fall on my face,
Consumed by Your fire. Picked up by Your grace.
The desire I have is to serve You more.
To live and to breathe like none have before.
It's You that I love. It's You I adore.
All I want is to get you more.
The desire for wings.
To mingle with Kings.
To be Your child. To see Your head nod.
To live and to know I'm a Child of God

I want to know, I want to grow.
More like you, in the things I do.
You wore clothes, You are a King,
You understand what FABRIC can bring.
Importance and grace, the light of a face.
Shining in Darkness the way through eternity.
And now I know You can always hear me.

©Copyright Andromeda OLSEN NALUM13/01/1999

Wednesday, 20 June 2012

Fabric of Humanity Limited Stock now in Paris

Imagine a clothing brand where every garment sold has the potential to change someone’s life. - A store where every belt, every scarf would provide the funds to feed a child. - A simple T-shirt could provide an education. - A jumper or Leather Jacket could provide shelter for an entire family, enabling their lives to flourish! - Imagine a shop where every customer has the opportunity to reach into someone else's life and make a difference. - I believe this CAN happen. - We are The Fabric Of Humanity.

Limited Stock now in Paris... You want this teeshirt, for guys or girls, you wanna invest in something bigger than yourself... message me on Facebook and we'll find your size...

Fabric Of Humanity on FaceBook 

Monday, 18 June 2012

Shredding - otherwise known as un-knitting

I decided it was time to make something new, but since I've got the flu, nothing too strenuous or mind consuming, and just as I was trawling my way through some other blogs I like, I came across tshirt shredding, or as I prefer to call it un-knitting. I mean thats basically what it is, unpicking a tshirt to make it look cooler than before! But, you know since I'm un-knitting, I'm not really sure if I'm acheiving anything, or if I'm even unachieving. But I guess it depends if my goal is to achieve or create? I'm definitely creating something, I'm just not sure if I like it. But that's the thing with creation, you have to practice your art, until you get so good at it, that even when you're not trying hard it starts to resemble the thing that you're trying to represent.

So here we are, this is what I saw:

This is what I've done. I've watched 3 episodes of the Listener (not bad) and I've un-knitted the back of my tshirt! I'm already addicted, but my eyes are itching, so it's probably past my bed time. I'll let you know if it works out...

Sunday, 25 March 2012

Cross = Heart #crossequalslove

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

feeling stitchy: Stitching awesomeness

feeling stitchy: Stitching awesomeness: "Kermit the Camera WIP , originally uploaded by Smallest Forest . I think this is pretty darn great! And that's about all there is to say a..."

A new take on life...change your perspective...

Tuesday, 2 August 2011


After having passed through an imago of change, life is beginning to open. What was previously closed is now opened. Heartfelt joy is radiating from the centre of your being. Life skips along pleasing to all who take part in it.

Philosophical theories are blown out of the water by empirical action. Life in a new world floats along. Mixing social circles bubbles rise inside. Circling from above and below distances appear and recede. Perspective is irrelevant, big is small and dark is light

Tuesday, 7 September 2010

Dead and broken leaves, floating away on the water, like scattered notes dancing along in the wind.
Can you move your feet to keep the rhythm, or are you drowning in a haze of grey?

Wherever did the sunshine go, can you bring it back for me?
I can hear the music playing but it's fading away again.

Near to you there is warmth like a raging fire, let me stay here near to you.
Is that really what you come for, to meet and talk with me?

In  your voice there is fearless assurance, I know with you I'm free.
Can you take me to see my maker? See the truth in this life that is real.

Rid me of fears from the past, take a peak at this way to the future, 
just a moment would help me sleep.

Tuesday, 22 June 2010

Innovation-The Next Great Buzzword

Its time to stop feeling sorry for ourselves because we think no one is listening and start doing what we love: creating things that change peoples lives, even in the tiniest little ways.  

Joshua Porter - Innovation-The Next Great Buzzword - 52 Weeks of UX