As it happens to be the last day of 2015, I decided it would be fitting to write a year-end post. When looking back on years past, I would have to say that this has been my most inspiring, productive, … Continue reading
Alas, I have returned. I guess it has been about seven months since I’ve posted anything really but it wasn’t just a break from my blog… I ended up taking a whole break from my entire life as some would … Continue reading
Have you ever simply closed your eyes and just listened to the breeze? Listened to the whistling of the leaves and that quiet in between? There really isn’t anything else like it. It carries you away on a lighthearted symphony that is so soft and so free. Take a moment and come along with me.
When you’re here, there’s never any rush. Take your time, and embrace it all. Look around you, breathe it all in. This is beauty in its rawest form and you are here to witness it. Listen to every chirp, every groan, and every creak. Let every sound, smell, and sight fill you up. Lay in it and let it hold you.
What you are witnessing is a living, breathing masterpiece; a muse eternal.
I have never felt a love, a joy, or a sense of wonder like this. Nothing can compare. I am whole here and there isn’t a worry in the world.
So close your eyes and take a moment. Take it now. What you’re missing is floating on the wind.
My senses are alive with the fragrant aroma and magnificent view.
I am consumed.
I have given myself over to something larger.
Something wild and untouchable.
Something so alive, so powerful.
It is all dancing. It is singing.
No, she does not dance for you. Nor does she sing for me. This is a piece presented for no one and that is the most beautiful thing about it.
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Fear is a large blanket, covered in many different scenarios. Fear means many things to many people. For me fear is the movement of six little legs, moving my way. Fear is standing on the peak of my favourite mountain, looking down, and trying not to let the edge pull me off. It is the affection of a lover from whom I have yet to gain trust. Fear comes to me in the form of a compliment I do not believe. Fear is not knowing what is lurking in the shadows when I am alone in the eve’. Fear is opening up my doors and dropping all of my walls with a very great chance of being burned. I am afraid of moments like this, writing a post, where I fear I am unable to outdo my last one. Fear is that moment when my heart nearly stops in my chest and I don’t know what to do next to change the path of the situation. Fear is the bane of my existence. The thing that holds me back from all of the wild adventure in the unknown. Fear for me is the word “no” when “yes” should be the only answer.
What is fear for you?
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Mashing the back of the fork down on top of the eggs is my favourite part. I love to watch the yellow yolk as it streams out over the toast like syrup. I smile at mum as she comes over to cut the toast and eggs into little pieces for me before heading back to bed. It is the early morning, I am four, and these poached eggs on toast are my favourite meal. There’s just something about the toast, the gooeyness of the egg, and the flavour of the pepper that just captivates the senses. I don’t care that no one is sitting here with me, for I am too immersed in the enjoyment of this moment. The warmth is filling up inside my belly as each tasty bit finds its way into my mouth and I fall in love. Finally the inevitable happens and I have eaten it all. I am saddened once no egg bits remain so I stay seated, staring at my empty plate. Why couldn’t that moment have just lasted a little bit longer?
Today, I am nineteen, and these poached eggs on toast are still my favourite meal. However, my plate need no longer remain empty, for I can reach the stove.
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