I am GenelLynne. I am seventeen years young, half Puerto Rican Spanish, and part Italian/French/German. I graduate high school this summer, which is important to me. I’m photographer, missionary, and aspiring world traveler. I love foreign cultures, especially Spanish, because it is ultimately my home and background.
I want to begin focusing on my dreams. Which means developing my photography art, practicing music, traveling to do more missions trips (hopefully in Peru and Australia), and being going back on staff at the International House of Prayer. I would love to live in Australia for a year (at least) some time soon, and I should think that sometime in the next 5 years I will be living in another country (Peru). I want to get married young- and I wouldn’t want to move to one of those countries alone. I’d really like to have a lot of children, and I’ve already decided them in my heart. I will love my children more than my own life, I already do. I also want to adopt children.
I want to travel to as many places as I can in my lifetime, searching for beauty in places most people wouldn’t think to look. I desire to find beauty in everything- from the gorgeous model who is depressed and on drugs, to the poor and dirty gypsy children of India. I think I was made for noticing, and capturing, beauty.
I enjoy healthy eating, psychology, amber, fresh sea air, the feeling of sand on my feet, paprika, tea (no lipton), fishtail braids, travel, foreign cultures & food, faded and soft colors, rabbits, white tigers, horses, candles, glass jars, light yellow & minty green, vintage tea cups and pots, kifur & oatmeal, bare feet, old leather sandals, cactus, exotic plants and herbs, gardening, odd cups & bowls, misty mountain air, ceramics, handmade quilts, bird cages, pocket watches, rooftops, thrifting, polaroid, cameras- film and not, old suitcases, sheet forts, farmers markets, driving, writing, dance (like ballet or lyrical), blues and jazz, piano and guitar, mandolin and saxophone, the smell of good oil paints, dried fruit, strawberries, proper grammar, the feeling of the warm sun on my skin, african shoes, and simplicity. <—That list wasn’t really simple:)
Sunny, warm days make me happy, but rain and thunder at night make my heart sing. I dream every night, sometimes in black and white and always something more than what I’ve known here on this earth. Clearly I was made for more.
A perfect moment could consist of waking up just before, or right at, sunrise, and having a picnic breakfast in the grass of a lovely field. I would listen to soft music, or just sing, and write in my secret journal of all my wonders and dreams.
I love art. It is the only way I know how to express myself. Painting and writing lets me convey my imaginations and dreams, dancing and music allows me to release my passion and heart in a way like no other, cooking lets me be creative and have fun, and photography allows me to notice and capture everything, in order to savor it forever.
I love feeling small, insignificant almost. Something about it calms me. That is why I love to lay (in the back of my dad’s truck, or on the top of my car) in the woods and stare at the stars. Knowing that there is so much more and so many things bigger than me… I cannot express with words what I feel. I paint the night sky often because of this.
I have a melancholy streak. I’m terribly shy at times. I dream more than anything else, I think.
If you read all of this, please let me know. I’d like to get to know and thank you personally:).