Wouldn't that be Loverly

I think people used to love differently. That is to say I think love was something more pure and earnest in times long ago. Maybe my perception of love is skewed, but from what I have read, heard, seen, and experienced people just loved differently than they do now. Love was always portrayed as this unyielding, uncontrollable thing. Now though it seems like so many people view it as an antiquated ideal, reminiscent of an earlier time.

Like a mere shadow of what it used to be. I am not entirely cynical with my views on love in fact its quite the opposite seeing this change in people's ability or rather inability to show love has made me want to find that undying and untamable love. It doesn't even have to be in me I would just be so happy to glimpse it in anyone. I think the change is obviously societal, we are constantly encouraged to be tougher and show less emotion, which leads me to believe that underneath all the hard exteriors people are just waiting to love like people used to. I sincerely hope that is the case. I actually believe that too. After all who doesn't love to be in love?

I can blink and I can breath.

When I was four I remember learning to read. I remember sitting on my Mother's lap and starring at the jumble of letters I recognized from the alphabet. I remember being amazed that she could look down at them and make them not only into words but into a story. I remember sitting and studying the smooth cardboard flash cards that had little black pictures of the words I was supposed to be reading. I remember frustrating hours spent on 'Hooked on Phonics' and the picture of the mime on the box. I remember crying because I couldn't decipher this code that everyone but me seemed to understand. Yes, I remember the trials and suffering of learning to read, but I also remember the pure magic of reading my first book. I remember loving the story just as much as the feeling of accomplishment. I remember feeling heartbroken for poor Pretzel, the weenie dog when Greta, the love of his life paid no attention to him. I remember feeling terrified when Greta fell in the deep whole and couldn't get out. I remember feeling overjoyed when pretzel saved her, and they lived happily ever after. I remember starting to read chapter books and more than the sense of maturity that all children get from finally reading a chapter, I remember not wanting to wait another whole day for the next chapter. I remember reading the 'Harry Potter' books and being lost in a wondrous mythical world for days at a time. I remember finishing books and feeling whole, like reading the book made me that much more real. I remember receiving reading assignments and secretly being excited while my classmates groaned. 

I love to read, to live in a different world, to experience someone else's story. 

I can blink and I can breath, but to live I must read.

Feed it need it

I have nothing to blog about as of late. In the past when I would write it was because I had some sort of intense emotion, and more often than not because I was feeling down, and writing has always been my outlet. But now, now I am happy. I like my life. I mean the biggest thing I have to complain about is the cold onion ring I ate yesterday, which was quite possibly the nastiest tasting thing I've ever eaten, and thats hardly blog worthy material. I guess its a good thing that I'm satisfied enough with my life to not find it necessary to complain, but the complaining fueled my thoughts and led me to new discoveries. So since I am having trouble finding topics to write about I will now be taking requests, readers (if I have any) what shall I write about?

Tasting the Sun

Like the bright green shine of sun through the leaves,

Like clouds that make round shapes,

Like clear plastic umbrellas sparkled with rain drops,

Like warm and soft blankets when you're ready for bed,

Like opening the window on a warm summer's day,

Like a kiss on the cheek from some one you love,

Like a matching pair of socks that cover your toes,

Like a peanut butter sandwich on warm wheat bread,

Like a smile shared between two in love,

Like car ride to a mysterious place,

I find comfort. I try new things. I'm learning to taste the Sun.

dot-to-dot

Growing up is like connecting the dots, its this mysterious tedious thing you just keep doing because you're taught the outcome will be worth it. Just like when you were little and you knew a beautiful picture would come from connecting those dots. However, also just like when you were little its sometimes hard to see what the picture will be, where are dots are taking us, and will it all be worth it? And with each dot there's a twist and turn to get to the next one, an obstacle to overcome, another hurtle standing in our way, obscuring the big picture. I can only hope that just like when we were little the picture in the end will be just as rewarding.

When words escape me

Drip, a drop, a quiet plop

the falling of summer rain.

Swish, a swirl, a steady whirl

water gone down the drain.

Icy, and sticky, taking a licky

a popsicle melts in the sun.

Hot, and sweaty, breathing heavy

a late afternoon run.

Bass pounds, wonderful sounds

favorite band playing a song.

Water sloshing, feet squashing

a hike thats almost too long.

Tick tock, seconds on a clock

time slowly passing by.

Teeth showing, eyes glowing

a smile, not knowing why.

I really like this photographer, Nick Brandt, when I saw his photos for the first time words escaped me so I thought it was only appropriate to share some of them in this post.

Shady, cool, and quiet

I went outside to sit and ponder, I like to think outdoors. Shady, cool and quiet, like beneath a tall oak tree. Like a foggy beach, calm and serene. That's what I expected to find. A place to inspire my thoughts and let my mind wander. And that is not what I found. Sitting in a plastic chair listening to the gargle of the pool filter, under the shade of a gazebo. My thoughts are still flowing but now they are dreaming of a magical place, a place that machinery and concrete know not of. A place where the grass is always over grown, soft, cool and green. A place where trees are abundant with juicy fruit and long branches which children may climb. This place has deep mysterious pools, crisp, clean and blue. There are bright colored flowers, always in bloom to bring smiles to faces. Jars of ice cold lemonade just waiting for parched throats to gulp. Sounds of birds, and laughter. A place where adventures are waiting to be had. A place to sit and ponder.