Restlessness

Today is a hiding day. The kind where I just want to stay inside and see no one but myself. This isn’t a bad feeling. It is actually quite a good feeling. My roommates have all left for the weekend and for once I have the house alone. This is my place now, my space.

As humans, we label everything. I guess someone would label me an introvert. It isn’t as though I want to be alone all the time, but when I am alone, or with myself as I think of it, it is a warm, welcoming feeling. The secret place inside myself that is just for me, that nobody will ever know. That, is what or who I truly am. I am a feeling that can only be felt in an empty room.

These are the thoughts I share when I know nobody will read them. This is a post I write with no intention of publishing. Because if I did?

Well in that lies a deep vulnerability. A fear of someone truly knowing me. I am the blue that you see at the bottom of the sea. Where the world above disappears and all that is around is unknown. I was born at a time when the stars aligned in such a way that humans labeled me pisces. That is simply a word. But the stars in that constellation, those great burning flames far far away from earth tugged gently at my molecules as I came into this world. And perhaps something about that made me who I am.

There is an energy inside me that seeks to be let out, through art or words or craft. Is it a part of me, or is it something greater expressing itself through me, and I am humbly the vessel through which it arrives at this world? For certain, some things seek to be known. Others seek to be hidden.

When I deny myself this expression I feel restless. There is too much of that energy in me and it needs to be let out. Even now… to stop typing.. would be…

But then, maybe I will save some for myself.

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The feeling of uncertainty

It coils in your gut. Twists reason into fear, and makes everything inside you scream “RUN AWAY”. It makes you want to take the easier route, to follow the familiar.

But I have found that if we step outside that boundary, and embrace the unknown, that is where miracles are. In uncertainty lies change.

So when fear creeps in, welcome it to your body; enjoy it’s fleeting presence. Appreciate that it is not often we get to feel something out of the ordinary.

When this feeling writhes inside you, it means that something wonderful is about to happen.

Finding My Way

Okay, it’s been a year… And a month since my last post. And like the earth circling around the sun I feel like I’ve made a complete circle within myself. In the past year it feels like I’ve moved in waves through everything that isn’t me and come out on the other side completely and wholly who I am. The entire past year felt like I was in a place that just wasn’t quite right. Like I had the wrong piece to the puzzle, but it almost fit so I was trying to push it into place anyways. And if I pushed hard enough it would slide into the puzzle, and might be seemingly perfect, but if I really looked I’d see the picture didn’t match up, and there were little hollows between the pieces where it didn’t fit snug.

It may have taken a lot of experiences and a lot of mistakes and even a bit of loneliness to get here, but I feel that I’m finally comfortable with who I am. Or at least I know myself well enough now to know where I want to realistically change (in a healthy way).

I may not live up to some people’s expectations. I may not be cut out to be a fast-paced go-getter. I am dreamy and aloof and reclusive, but there’s a place in this world for that as well.

Everyone lives life at a different pace. Recently I’ve been reading the book #GIRLBOSS. It is a memoir by Sophia Amoruso, the creator of Nasty Gal and a CEO millionaire by the age of 25. And how did she get there? By defying the corporate world. And while I read Sophia’s story and I admire it, I know that will never be me because I simply don’t have the motivation to accomplish that much in that short amount of time.

I like to think of myself closer to the George R.R. Martin side of the scale. Near the age of thirty Martin wasn’t even making enough money to stay alive. In 1996 the first book of the ‘A Song of Ice and Fire’ series, ‘A Game of Thrones’, was published. He was 48 years old. The series did not become famous until the release of the television series in 2011, followed by the release of the fifth novel, ‘A Dance With Dragons’, in 2012. He was 63 years old. He began his work as a writer at age 21, but it wasn’t until 40 years later that he had obtained the same degree of success that Sophia did in about 5 years.

Some people in this world are Sophias, and that’s great! But I’m a Martin through and through and though I may not have much to show for my efforts so far, I know that I’ll get there eventually.

I guess the point of all this is that maybe I wanted to be a Sophia, and it was getting me down that I hadn’t accomplished anything. And it took me a long time to be okay with that, and to fully realise who I am to the whole extent of myself. I can feel it now though. I may only be a pile of smouldering kindling right now, but I’ll be red-hot glowing coals someday.

Alive with the Scent of Spring

I love the distinct smell of every season. Sometimes I step out onto the patio just to smell the morning. Today the crisp smell of spring is in the air: melting snow, wet pavement, old soggy vegetation and a hint of the new growth beneath it. The morning air is still cold, for now. As the days get longer these smells will give way to that of morning dew and hot grass baking in the summer sun.

For now these smells fill me with excitement. Spring holds potential, and like the early morning of a new day, I am alive with thoughts of what the future may bring.

What does spring mean to you?

 

Chameleon Mind

state of mind

The unfurling dimensions and colours of bismuth reflect the inner workings of my mind. You could look at it a thousand times and see a different stone every time. Whichever way you look at it there are certain layers or colours hidden; some are exposed while others are unseen. This chameleon of gemstones, how can one ever know what it is truly thinking?

WPC: State of Mind

Travel Theme: Abstract

destination

abstract (adj):Β existing in thought or as an idea but not having a physical or concrete existence.

My take on abstract is destination. Many of us feel like we don’t know where we’re going in life. Our destination is an inconstant glimmer in our minds; we never really know what obstacles we will meet along the way, ones that will change our path forever. It is good to have an idea of what we want in our futures, but it is also good to be open to change. Rarely does anything go exactly as planned, but when we meet these obstacles with an open heart we may find something we never would have discovered otherwise.

I see myself as the seed of a dandelion, landing here and there for moments, considering settling in, until a gust of wind picks me up and carries me away to somewhere new. I haven’t found the perfect place to grow yet.

Travel Theme: Abstract

Winter’s Facade

melty

It is amazing how much life can be found beneath winter’s barren front. As I walked through the forest today a chorus of songbirds and the gentle trickle of the melting river comforted me. Several woodpeckers knocked in the distance; I wish I had binoculars so I could have looked for them.

Winter has a solemn way of appearing still and silent when seen through a window, but doesn’t everything lose its vigour when viewed through glass? Once you finally venture outside, you discover how much life is bustling amidst the frozen world.

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