My mind like the legs of a dancing Zumbarian crab, conjures thoughts & ideas & ticks with the rhythm of life. My ocean.
Was it all worth your effort?
Did you get to prove what you wanted?
Or was it all just your time to play
Your way of knots & no direction?
I wish I was back in Hawaii for a moment.
Atop the rocks, which lifted me higher than the beach goers. Away from all akin. Vast seas and crisp winds blew my mind. A man had climbed up to see what I had worked so hard to achieve…”what was up there?.” He must have wondered. I was so high up! He had eyes the color of the sea. It was almost frighting at first because 1) Very few have piercing blue eyes 2) HE CLIMBED all the was UP. Yet at peace we were for a moment. As if nothing mattered, and no one else existed. Except our glancing at all the turtles. We watched as they would come up for air. These big beautiful creatures were what made that moment so magical and engraved in my mind. For a moment we were just THERE, & ALIVE. I am like that by nature. I seek happiness through all. I know hardship, I know fall. I do not know it all. But I do know I deserve to feel as spirited as ever, & lovely, & all.
Whether its the feeling of water between your fingers, and toes.
Or the way coffee curls, & releases steam as you await the first sip.
At one point I realized what I had longed for, yet always known.
The simple pleasures of being alone, and reflecting on life’s small experiences.
We all have those moments of silence.
Where we focus in on something so mindless, yet meaningful.
Today I saw a woman face her fear of swimming with her therapist.
Fear creates holes in our souls that become voids
As adults we sometimes fall into the category of addiction to fill in the void.
Or sometimes depression, and even create bigger crevices to fill called regret.
It began to rain, and they both hopped out to grab what was now their soaked towels.
Then I took a deep breath, and stood up. To get ready for my day.
My heart began working extra hard to keep me standing, because I had been folded up for so long.
As a child you don’t worry about what’s to come.
You just live, and enjoy every moment of “freedom”
What we don’t seem to remember is that we are still that child.
Running, and getting up to fast, because
we don’t have to worry about whether or not our heart will give out this time.
You are as invincible as ever, & don’t ever forget
the simple pleasures that bring you so much happiness.
Seasons have changed
Leaves turned, and so much has transitioned.
As I sit here basking in the setting sun
I wonder where all world’s time has gone.
Independence day was Friday
& I awoke to Nicholas telling me to step onto the balcony
& watch the sun rise, because it was to be our first firework.
For those that do not know, Nick and I have been together
for a little over a year now. We spent grade school together.
We’ve shared many spontaneous, spirited, & surreal experiences.
I stepped out onto the balcony
It was a chilly morning, so I grabbed my robe.
The sun began to rise.
With the rise of the sun came the rise of his arm from behind me
holding a little black velvet box with an Engagement ring nestled between two lips.
His words in Polish: “my beloved sunflower”
Then in English: “This is where it all began”
“& I love you, will you marry me?”
Nicholas asked for my hand.
We stood celebrating the beautiful beginning to a new chapter.
Suddenly it wasn’t so cold anymore
I didn’t want to go back to bed.
I wanted to stay embraced between the sun, and my Nick.
The crisp air filling the gaps, & wishing us a future of success & happiness.
All is well & transitioned.
My week was tiresome, and for the tiny body that I encompass it was too much at some points. So I will get some much needed rest, while you enjoy my photo essay that highlights the week.
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
So far so good. I am pushing myself to completing an oil painting inspired by architect, Kengo Kuma in this Tokyo store for fashion deigned Lucien Pellat-Finet. Plywood was crafted into a honeycomb-like structure that not only transforms the feel of the space, but also creates built-in shelving.I was most impressed with the mathematics involved to complete such a daring installation. I hope to one day partake on such a project, or anything out of the ordinary that really takes you to another place…in time, memory, and space.
I think this peice also resonates well with where I am in my life, and how I’m taking each step with great stride. Each tone of grey is different from the next, and you learn from grey’s past that the next will be that much more exciting to reveal. There is so much mystery and pride I take in that, and the process really is gratifying. I am happy to say I have completed most of it, but I think I honestly could step up my pace. I’m never happy with…time, because I’m still learning it’s ways and how to communicate with it. We have been having our rough patches. Cheers to time never ending, and never growing up!
I had the pleasure of painting, and art making today with my siblings, who are very talented themselves. Victoria, and Sebastian.
Might I also add, my mother has picked up beading & is fantastic at it. (rather, anything she touches…she’s a pro at) which you can view her beginning works, and order a personalized jewelry of your taste. I have created a page dedicated for that, and will post a link to her web page as soon as it is up.
Lesson this weekend; Choose the content of your character based on what you want others to gain as strength, courage, wisdom, and all the love you have to offer. Also, it’s okay to be alone…sometimes.
did you do in the past week that you can remember vividly being the most amazing, most inspiring, most tantalizing? Did you take a leap of faith, or challenge yourself to a game of chess in the park? What is it that makes you feel invigorated in life? Like a lemon dangling gently from a tree in the summer breeze. Life will show you the dirt ground, and the baby blue sky that whisks the clouds into little puffs of meringue. But it is up to you my little lemon, whether you are willing to push yourself to becoming one of the most beautiful, strong lemons picked and gained by another soul. The ground always awaits, and you will be fine, but oh the dishes you could have experienced with your talent and taste. Live well my little lemon, and grow strong.
Eric & I experienced a day well spent in the sunshine, and brisk wind. We picked pounds of greens, and carrots too!
Sugar Creek Garden in Decatur, GA December 2012.