only moments

I have not written in the longest time and for that I do apologise.

So much has happened and a lot has changed.

 

I am almost twenty.  

 

I have finished year one of Fine Arts. I have learnt a lot.

 

I have old feelings for him and new ones for another. Both souls are far from home. Him forever and the other not for long.

 

I have grown. I speak louder. I talk to strangers. I am not afraid. 

 

 

All of these are only moments but I do hope that you can conjure up in your minds the minutes and the hours..

 

 

 

 

 

 

sweet, sweet, sweet. sweet sunflowers

This morning I felt inclined to treat myself to sunflowers. I bought two and got one for free, making me all the more glad that I had let my dollars go. One can never be unhappy in the presence of something so lovely. I stood them in a jar in my bedroom and there they will stay until their petals begin to tumble. Though I wish they wouldn't. I'd like them to be there for a lifetime. Such a happy sight. I think that when we (me and whoever he may be) make a home there needs to be a place for sunflowers. Lots of them. Yes. I think so.

 

 

This song is not as happy as a sunflower but is equally as nice.

LOW, SUNFLOWER

 

fond farewell to a friend

In the last two months I have been a witness to wonderous things. I have met new faces and fell in love with places and seen changes I never thought I would see. Particular people have been a blessing and I hope with all my heart that they know. They have taught me to be happy and to be hopeful. And so I am.

Today we sat in the sunshine until it became shadows and even then we stayed. We told all kinds of tales and we let our laughter linger. When the moon finally started to climb we said goodbye. For one it was farewell for twenty-four months. He is off to an island where he will teach those that will listen and preach what he knows to be true. Goodness and mercy will follow him as he goes, I know.

here's to you mr robinson

My soul was sweetly filled with joy as I sat in the company of my English friend Dave, whom I hadn't seen for a time. Some mornings I wish that I had woken to the sound of him singing Swing Low Sweet Chariot over and over again, just like I used to. Twas always a pleasant surprise and such a glorious start to any day.

We made ourselves at home on a lonesome bench in the middle of town and serenaded strangers. The sounds of our voices, twisted somewhere in between our lips and the ears of those that listened.

Something I have missed.  

Bring your merry self back one day, and we will do it all over again.   

 

take me home

Take me out of the city and take me far from the road. Take me to places I don't know.

The other night I dreamt that I walked for hours through the night and by the time I stopped I was too far to turn around. I was a little frightened but I felt free. I was somewhere by the sea.

Some days I wish my toes would take me away. Take me on an adventure to somewhere new. My feet are itching for freedom to find, to discover.

I will be crossing off the days and counting down the months until I am no longer tied to the city. I am hoping a new home will look something like this..

TAKE ME HOME , JULIA STONE.

addison marie

I remember the excitement I felt when she was born. I remember holding her tiny body tight with a sadness in my soul before I went away, knowing that she wouldn't be so small when I returned.

There is no better feeling than to have a baby in your arms. I often like to think that those I cuddle close are my own.. 

I long for the day when there will be a body that will belong to me.