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?
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
abstract (adj): 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
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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It is too easy to focus on every bad choice, and ever mistake we’ve made in the past. In fact, I think that all too often I get so caught up focusing on one mistake after another. How did I let it all go so wrong? The thing is, while it is important to recognize where we went wrong and how we can learn from it, dwelling on our mistakes for too long is harmful. Especially when we dwell for so long that we forget to recognize all the times we did something right.
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It’s amazing how quickly we find little pieces in a new place that make it feel like home. I’ve had the most epic day biking around Kirra, hot summer air blowing off the ocean and sounds of locusts buzzing wildly. Read More »
I heard a story once that explains the weight of stress better than anything I’d ever heard before.
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