Monday, June 15, 2015

Farewell, Little One

It was a rough weekend in the Davila household. Sweet little Kilimanjaro, the blind rabbit, died on Friday morning. Jaro was no normal rabbit. He was obedient, and sweet, and adventurous, and curious, and above all, incredibly patient. With children who poked him and dragged him relentlessly, to adults who helplessly flailed as they attempted to hold a rabbit for the first time, and with me, who was still figuring out how exactly to care for a slightly blind rabbit. He also had a unique relationship with other animals. He was not scared, in the slightest, of cats, or dogs. He would sit there and either ignore them, or he would kiss them. Highly unusual--bunnies are scared of EVERYTHING. Although, to make up for his bravery in that department, Jaro was scared of things that normal bunnies enjoyed, such as jumping from heights, and playing in the grass. You can't win everything, right? 

Jaro, as cheesy as this sounds, changed lives. I can't explain the number of people who met Jaro with trepidation and fear, unsure of how to hold or treat a bunny. Or with the stigma that rabbits bite, rabbits smell, rabbits don't want to be held. Some people even had past, negative experiences. Jaro was the rabbit to change their minds about that. Sweet and patient, and up for anything, that bunny made people go from stiff and nervous to cooing and laughing at his antics within minutes. I will always treasure that about him. 

Kilimanjaro: Christmas 2013-June 12th, 2015)

Overload of pictures, NOW

One of the last pictures we actually took together.

Mommy-and-Bunny Yoga!

First day of school

Once upon a time I had RED hair

One really great thing about Jaro--he LOVED piggy-back rides

With his pet bunny. He was very protective. 

Bunnies sleep like they are dead

The very first day I got Jaro. I love you forever!

PS: I got a new bunny this weekend. His name is Olympus, Oly for short, and he is so stinkin' cute that I want to cry every time he does anything ever. 

Wednesday, June 3, 2015


After much time spent in a car, Ross and I, as well as his roommates, ended up in Kolob Canyon and then Snow Canyon Memorial Day weekend. And then it was on to Vegas where a friend of a friend so generously opened his water park up for us to enjoy all day. I love exploring the red rocks and the canyons and the desert. I've always been a Pacific Northwest kind of girl, but as soon as you get me out of Provo and into the actual desert of Utah I'm pretty much smitten. There's something intensely satisfying about climbing all over a giant desert playground. One of the traits I love most in Ross is his unrelenting curiosity. Locked door? He'll try to open it. Things to climb and caves to explore? He'll be there as well. It's wonderful, because as much of a scaredy cat as I am sometimes, I genuinely enjoy nature and exploring every nook and cranny that I possibly can. These places were absolutely breathtaking. I can't wait to explore with him more!

Love, Sarai


Tuesday, April 8, 2014

The Farmer in the Dell

Crop top-Papaya
Sandals-Forever Young

Every time I put these overalls on I feel like a child again. And in the best way! I want to run around and roll down hills, and forget how stressful school is, and how much I hate early mornings. I was never one to wish away my childhood, so I think it'd be pretty nice to make an appearance there every now and again. 

My project is going so well, by the way. I think I already have four submissions. Which may not seem like a lot, but it's awesome to me. I will post them as soon as I have gathered them together. I'm still looking for more though.

These last few days have been a trial of faith for me. I don't always love school, even though I love learning. Unstructured learning for the win! Books, and real world learning, as opposed to the classroom, are my cup of tea. Lately school has been more stressful than normal. This isn't a surprise, seeing as it is almost finals week. But I'm just a train wreck right now. And school is hard. And life is hard. And sometimes really sucky things happen. But, I've been keeping my chin up, so to speak. Even when times are a little bit crappy.

Also, is there a group out there for people who are addicted to books? I seriously can't stop buying them...

Love, Sarai


Tuesday, April 1, 2014

I Love Me


I have this idea. It came about because of two things. I have recently started working on my Personal Progress again. I earned it when I was in the youth program in church, but I wanted to start it again so that I can be working towards a goal. One of the values that we focus on in the program is "Divine Nature". Basically, the person that you are, your talents and strengths, are important, and you are that person for a reason.

The second piece to this happened when I was looking at an ad on facebook. The ad featured a model, who true to supermodel fashion was very slim. Not unhealthily so, and in no way did she look anorexic. She looked healthy, and strong, and like she works hard for her body. However, every other comment on the photo was bashing her, and tearing her down for being "skinny", "ugly", "in need of a cheeseburger". Etc, etc, etc. It disgusted me. In a world where we are so conscious not to say unkind words about someone who is overweight, or something along those lines, it is apparently okay to say horribly demeaning things to someone who is smaller. Skinny shaming is just as harmful as fat shaming. Why is this such a problem? I won't go into too much detail in this post, but I see it as a combination of issues. While one part of the problem is the portrayal in the media of women, I actually think the worse culprit lies in the other side of things. Our peers, our family, ourselves. Who is a harsher judge on our bodies than we are? I rarely think mean things about other women and their bodies. My own though? I could look at any of these pictures and destroy the self-confidence of the girl in them. 

And the thing is, I don't remember seeing actresses on TV and thinking I was ugly because I didn't look like them. In fact, the first time I distinctly recall feeling ugly wasn't until one Thanksgiving when my cousin and I were hanging out in the bathroom. We were examining our bodies in the mirror. I didn't see myself as ugly. However, I had heard many a girl, mostly my friends and family, disparaging their bodies while I listened, wondering if that was how I should feel about myself. On this particular day, my cousin pointed out how large her thighs were (they weren't). Immediately, I looked at my own body, ready to contribute. And suddenly, I saw. My body and all its' adolescent flaws was staring right back at me.

And thus is starts. We compare our outer beauty to that of others. And that's simply wrong. Our bodies are simply physical things that house our spirits. Our spirits are the truly important puzzle pieces here. Our outward appearance is not a reflection of who we are as a person. I'm not saying to not put your best food forward, but I am saying that for a moment, perhaps we could step back and force ourselves to stop criticizing the girl (or guy) we see in the mirror. Maybe we would all be better off that way.

So here's my challenge

Take a piece of paper. Write down a handful of things that you love about yourself. Don't ask for help on this. Don't ask anyone what they like about you. Come up with these attributes and traits all on your own. Write them down, take a picture, and either:

Send it here:
Post it on Facebook, tag me, and then link to this blog {}
Or post it on instagram using the tag #puddlejumpersiloveme

If you don't want it posted here on the blog, just simply tell me so. Otherwise, they're going up!

Here's mine:

Love, Sarai


Thursday, February 13, 2014

It's Birthday Month

Oh hey hey hey. Guess what this month is. Did you guess it? Have you realized that it is BIRTHDAY MONTH?

This is really of significance to my mother and me. She seems to always care so much about my birthday...

Anyway. I haven't posted in a long time, which is pretty normal considering school and work. And I don't really feel bad, so moving on...

My birthday is at the end of this month, and family and friends keep asking me what I want. The thing is, I'm not a huge presents person. I love heartfelt, meaningful presents more than anything. This isn't to say I don't want nice things or nice presents. I'm just saying, I wouldn't love someone less if the gifts were nonexistent. 

So for anyone wondering, this is my birthday wishlist.

This Great Gatsby sweater is what dreams are made of. XS please. Oh and a rose, of course.

Oh and then there's this perfect specimen of sweatshirt. I love this beautiful sweatshirt. Can I have it, please? XS, of course.

I am definitely the crazy bunny lady. And I need earrings like this to make it obvious.

This is the annotated edition of Peter Pan. I am deeply in love with this book, and everything in it, and everything in this annotated version. It is seriously splendid.

Words can't express how I feel about this book

Everything on here is bunnies, books, or both. Is my weird showing yet?

I have been lusting after this poster for a few years. I love it.

Okay. I can't do this anymore.. 

this is everything I could possibly think of apparently. Unless someone wants to splurge and get me a turntable...

Love, Sarai