Soft Admittance: New Followers

After MakeItUltra posted a promotional blog piece, I’ve got a very dazzling, overwhelmingly amount more of followers. ( Thank you MIU ! )

 
So much so, I feel slightly bashful.
Flattered,humbled..stopped short in my movement.

I know I will keep posting the same as always, but it awe-jolts my breath a little to know that some are climbing onto this raft for the first time; that more people have the potential to gather a great deal about me.

This bursted composure is initial and will pass, but to note of such impact on myself is something I knew I had to share with you.

Thank you new followers. The roots of a new happy have taken position in my heart. I look forward to sharing with you and learning the content of your mind – for that is a mighty special space to have access to.

 

Wind and Life

There’s something about wind: the flow of air that we cannot see but can feel, that riddles my skin to magic.

We see the leaves flutter and hear them.
And it is the unseen.

The same as such in life.

There are events, experiences, moments…essentially Time, that happens in everybodys life.
And the person is a subject of the unseen.
Wind does damage, wind does beauty, just as time does.

There is a force out there that we don’t see and it affects each one of us.

We can be the fluttering strength of a flower who won’t let go of it’s roots or the tree that crashes to the forest floor.

We get to choose how to deal with the wind of our life. 

PhoCam

Eight year old boy says, ” If you have your phone you could take pictures of the cars.”

 

Cameras won’t ever go extinct, but moments like these make me wonder…

Ten Years Ago Today

Ten years ago this evening I stood right where I stood tonight.
However,

ten years ago my body was in a white dress and my hair was in a carefully pinned messy bun and I was in a state of giddy glee.

Prom.

 

It actually brought tears to my eyes as I stood there looking at the school longingly.

A woman walked by and I asked if she could take a picture of me and my son beside the white billowing entrance.
My date, ten years later- the best date I ever could have!

 

Inside

There’s this distinct pallet of happymess under my skin. I don’t know if it’s because I’m still feeling the percentage of alcohol or whether it’s because I’ve got direction in my heart. It feels pretty, that’s for sure. It feels like confidence. It feels like I don’t want to let it go. 

Saturday Mornings

Half dazed with half the sleep dust in the crevices of my half open eyes
sitting on the back porch with the blue jays tweeting without the use of cellphones
talking in depth with Father about our life situations
and it will be so deep of a conversation I could dive in at the shallow end and still not hit bottom.

Oh Saturday mornings once in a blue sunshine of a day
they impact whole heartedly.