I know my entry is a week late, but I wanted to participate in this one anyway, since I tend to forget about enjoying the moment I’m in since I’m worrying about the next moment. Here are a few things that bring me real joy …
I took this the other morning from my sidewalk. I’ve done nothing to it: no manipulations or editing of any kind. This is how it looked as I gazed at the sky and I had to run in and grab my camera. Anyone who knows me will tell you I am not a morning person, but even I saw the beauty in this sunrise.
This was taken in January. I love skeletal trees and when I saw the bird in the branches something about that touched me. Maybe because the tree appears dead and the bird is so alive? Also, I don’t know what kind of bird this is, so if anyone else can enlighten me I would love it.
“What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth
instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our
losses. That it can be good again.”
– Katniss, Mockingjay
The air tonight is crisp and smells of burning wood, like campfires and incense. I yearn to be in the forest somewhere; wild and free. I want to be in the cabin I dream about, away from everyone and everything except nature and my true self. The self that used to care more about saving the planet than getting a new iPad. How did I stray so far from the girl who was going to make a difference? When did I become so materialistic?
There has to be a way back to that girl. I know she still exists inside of me. I feel her when I’m under starry skies or watching the sun dance through the trees. I remember her passion and certainty that things could get better if only she dared to try. That girl would be beyond disappointed in who she grew up to be.
I’ve lost my way. But there’s still time to find my way back.
Tonight: I am grateful for fresh air and the idea that it’s never too late.
♫ Mark Snow — Disturbing Behavior OST