Friday, February 3, 2012

The Harbor.

I attend a church while at school called The Harbor, its a Christian church with an amazing community of God loving people. Last week we had a visitor Pastor who talked to us about Isaiah and about how God wants to multiply the community and bring us all into his joy. He talked about how we need to seek the 'joy of the harvest' at all times to see the Lords joy. He then at the end of his sermon asked that if anyone wanted to come to the front to reconnect with our connection to the Lord and after a little bit of singing and reflecting on his words I went up to the front. My friend Alyssa came and prayed with me and asked the Lord to come into my heart more and show me how deep his love for me is. Then the college pastor John came over and and prayed with me. He told me that God doesn't need me to change who I am to worship him and that was something I really needed to hear.
I've been trying to pray on that and see why people made me feel like I needed to change who I was to follow the Lord and it was something that was bothering me. I grew up hearing that God loved me for me but I've some how been doubting that because of what I've been hearing. But once John told me that I knew that I had been thinking the wrong thoughts.
Sometimes the Lord works in amazing ways and always helps you to hear him through your heart or through the words of other people.

The people walking in darkness 
   have seen a great light; 
on those living in the land of deep darkness 
   a light has dawned. 
3 You have enlarged the nation 
   and increased their joy; 
they rejoice before you 
   as people rejoice at the harvest
-Isaiah 9:2-3

Friday, December 2, 2011

Sophomore Year.

As the first semester of my sophomore year of college comes to a close. With final projects due in the next week and a half, i start to stress and freak out more than is necessary. With evaluations on the 16th, a panel of teachers looking and evaluating my work over the semester and giving me helpful hints and suggestions, that always makes me freak out. I start to turn to friends, old reruns of tv shows and random walks around Beverly always help to calm me down. But lately thanks to the help of some very wonderful people, i've started to turn to reading my bible and reflecting on how God wants to help me.
Now i was raised Catholic and i've gone to church almost every Sunday with my mother, catechism classes  and a faith group i joined last semester, I've started to learn to open my heart back up to God and let his love and hope fill me and keep me moving forward in life.
A few events in my life caused a huge rift in my relationship with God; my first real best friend/great-grandmother's sudden death, my father figure/grandfather's death and my grandmother diagnosed with terminal cancer. It was hard for me to accept that these things were something that were meant to happen, and that it wasn't some cruel heartless trick played on me. I've finally realized that in all these horrible things were some blessings and miracles; my great grandmother dying showed me true pain that helped me mature past most of my peers in ways that have me looking back and wondering if that was when my childhood ended or if it had ended before that. My grandfather dying helped me break through in certain areas in my therapy and helped me figure things out. My grandmother surpassing her 4-6 months to live to 2 years living with cancer has shown me that as long as you fight you always can get through things. And watching my mother deal with all of these things and being my rock is a wonderful thing to watch as a women growing up wanting to know how to handle situations like these.
I'm turning to God more and more in situations i find myself in, and praying for patience and for him to help me understand things. And the more time with him i spend the happier and lighter my load feels.

Friday, May 20, 2011

First Year of College finished!

                    I finished my first year of college this past Thursday and I feel very accomplished about this little fact of finishing with a new year of a new school. I've meet some amazing people, lived with two girls I don't think I can ever live with again, pushed my self beyond my comfort zone in my art, lost an important person in my life, dealt with being dumped twice by the same boy and grew as a person.  I learned a lot about myself this past school year and I am a better person for it. :)
I will now spam you pictures of my art from this past year, and some pictures of the people I've meet!










Painting 1, 3D, Intro to Photographic Media, Drawing 1 and 2D.


Thursday, April 21, 2011

John Joseph Nee.





                    My grandfather, or as I called him, Poppese, my partner. I was a fatherless child raised by a single mother who moved back with her parents to help lighten the load of having a child unmarried and alone, grew up with two loving grandparents and one very special great grandmother(a blog of her will come later), my grandfather stepped up to the plate and became like my father figure, and I know I couldn't have a better person to be my father. He picked me up from preschool, hiding oreos in his truck, taking me to the Fryburg Fair and buying my greasy french fries and hambugers, and when i got older bringing me to friends houses(he was the only one who could remember where they all lived), sporting events, school issued events and the occasional random drive to look at the leaves. I never went without having him cheer me on during sports and after giving me a list of things to improve on.
                   When I was seven he was diagnosed with Asbestosis Poisoning and was put on an air tank with oxygen for the remainder of his life, and that never stopped him from bringing me places or watching Paramedics on tv eating ice cream with me.
                   I grew up with an amazing man as my role model and as amazing step in father for me to understand how a man should treat a woman. I learned how to put down a hardwood floor(however i cannot remember that haha), random foods like french toast grilled cheese that my friends love, and how to make the perfect frappe. This man taught me how to make bubble letters, how to throw myself on a ball while in the goal, how to tell a good friend from a bad one, that drinking was no good, and to keep my word. This man was the one man in my life to always be there for me, and I will always adore this man, and call him not only my grandfather but my father. This man was an amazing person to me and i loved knowing him and i loved being his granddaughter and partner.
He died when i was about to enter my sophomore year of high school and was not around to see me make it through boarding school, graduate high school and complete my first year of college. But i do know that he would be so proud and so happy for me and love the people who are in my life.


  I love you Poppese, forever and ever. I'll always miss you <3 Rest In Peace.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

the Aquarium :3

fish(open shutter as they moved).
         In the past week I have gone to the New England Aquarium, once with my mother and the next time with my friend Carly. Knee deep in small children pushing through the throng of people with parents trailing behind them, I attempt to do my photography homework with taking pictures of motion and sometimes capturing some cute turtles and fish just because. Pushed and shoved by little hands, the words "I'm so sorry" from the worried parents who hurry to capture that little child who has once again run off to see the cute fish that are behind very thick glass.
      
          This is what reminds me that once apon a time I was one of those kids, leashed however(yes i was a leashed child), who ran ahead of slow parents to see that fish up close. My mom would take me to the aquarium so that I could witness the wonderful life that lives under the sea. We would go to and from different sights, then to the touch tank where I would stick my little hands under the ice cold water to pick up a small starfish or if I was feeling brave a sea urchin. I loved going to the aquarium, and even now a few dozen years later and this time I'm tall enough to see things better, I still find the aquarium amazing. (Even the very creepy anaconda that could eat me).
I will now spam you with pictures of the aquarium. :)


baby blue penguins.
sea urchin.

an 80 year old sea turtle.
jelly fish(open shutter).
starfish.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

What do you live for?

For my english comp class I am reading the book Cancer Ward by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn. This is a book about men who are in a cancer ward for different types of cancers with different types of backgrounds, one Pavel is a working man inside the Stalin regimen, Kostoglotov was a solider who was sent to the ward to heal, and Vadim sent himself to this ward to finish his lifes work. In this ward they must re-evaluate their life and one reads in a book "what is it that man lives for". Each has a different answer: work, education, their country, responsibilty..etc. But the book says man lives for love.

This question brings to mind in my own life "what do i live for?" It took me a while to figure out what it is that I as a human being live for. But it came down to the following: family, friends, myself and yes love.

I live to make my family proud of my accomplishments through good grades in college, proving to them that I can live on my "own" and that I can make my own important decisions. I want them to be proud of me, never ashamed to admit that "Chelsea Nee? why yes she's my daughter, niece, granddaughter...etc". I love my family and do not want to let them down.

I live to have a good time with my friends, to be there when I am needed and even when I'm not, I want to be the kind of friend that they know will drop everything just to listen to them talk about a crush, a family issue, or just for them to vent and offer advice or a hug. I want to be helpful but also be someone to go have a good time with. Which has proven to be a good thing, I am the first person most think of to go on an adventure, to go to the mall, or even to come over and hang out.

I live to make myself happy with choices in life. I stick to what I believe in even if someone else has a different opinion. I have my beliefs, that may not match someone elses but I am proud of them for they are something that I know in my heart is the right thing. I want to be able to look back on my life and never regret something that I have done but look back and say "Yes I had fun getting here".

I live for love, from friends, family, animals, and hopefully from a man who will be proud to call me his own. One day I would like to find the man out there that will love me the way that my grandfather loved my grandmother. I want to have friendship and have a lover in one wonderful person. I cannot wait to maybe start a family one day, or even just devote my life to some animals and another person. I have so much love to give I cannot wait to meet the right person who will love me equally back.

But this week I leave you all to think about "What do you live for?" Take a moment to look around you and really think about it.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Veronica A. Nee, my mother.

       For all that know my mother and myself they would know that we don't have the Gilmore Girl relationship, when we have our ups and downs, one very big down, but with some very nice ups. But for those who are not on the inside they would not know that besides all those bad moments filled with my bad attitude, yelling and our equal amounts of stubbornness, this woman is a person that I look up too and one day hope to have an ounce of her strength.
Growing up I never went without anything another child my age wanted, even if I was raised by a single parent living in her parents house. I went to museums, aquariums, camp. I did soccer, baseball, and basketball all with her with me or watching on the sidelines. However living with older people there are always medical things, and with my family it was my great grandmas heart attack the night before my baptism, my grandfather being put permanently put on oxygen, to my grandmother being diagnosed with terminal cancer, she stood strong and carried on. She helped out, did things she didn't want to do, she always worked two to three jobs to provide for me, and kept my grandmother running the house.
I watched her loose her grandmothers, father, and I am now watching her slowly loosing her mother and I wish I could have her strength and poise to continue doing the things she was doing before and keep a smile, or in her case her own special smile, on her face and trudge through it.
Most days I wish that her life was easier and that she didn't have to deal with all of these things and I wish that nothing bad happened to her.
She is my hero, the person I look up too, the person I hope to be when I go out into the world. She raised me, got a degree, kept two jobs, helped my grandmother, and still managed to keep up with her shows. I love my mother a lot.