with open arms
with open arms
It’s the feeling of lightness,
Ease in the movements.
Conversations flow smoothly
Like water lillies drifting slowly,
Effortlessly along the sea.
the warm winter morning
hues of orange, pink and blue
through a window.
I walked into the room to get something, but something caught me instead. It was subtle. Slow. I felt overwhelmingly calm, yet energized. Inspired. My greedy soul wanted to savor it longer and hold it. So I took a photograph. For you to see.
It was a nice surprise. I had just come back from watering the other flowers when I noticed these little ones pop up after a day. I saw the bulbs a day ago and they were completely closed and then suddenly, overnight, they decided to bloom! These weren’t even planted by me. The little birds or the wind must of gathered the seeds and moved them wherever because these came at a surprise to begin with. Does anyone know what these are called? You’ll see that some mint are also peeking out as well.
This photograph was taken earlier this year. Unfortunately, the flowers are no longer around, but the stems are still hanging strong!
When the end
Is the end.
But our roots stay
By the stems
And the mark
We leave behind.
I walked by these beauties as I was crossing the street. Still mesmerized, I crossed back and took a photograph. A moment in time I’m happy I had.
Every time I see this flower photograph, I think of the sunny side up eggs, but super mini.
I’m not sure which flowers these are. I think they kind of look like they belong in the dahlia family.
I awoke from a dream that I was lost in this hugely vast land of familiarity but complete strangeness. I was walking on one of those moving platforms you see in the airports that help you accelerate your speed to your gate. I was walking carefully, so I wouldn’t fall, yet the incline started to increase. I held onto the handle as it did so and it ended up okay. I made it to the other side without any issues. I then look out ahead and there’s this amusement park-like space with rides and bright lights. I am drawn to it, yet, I do not have a purpose to go there. For some reason, I call you. We haven’t talked in a while. I haven’t actively thought of you, yet, here you are. In my dream.
We talk like no time has passed at all. We talk like we are close and as if you know me on a deeper level like best friends do. You reassure me that we’ll see each other soon. Why do I even need your validation?
Maybe because in the most practical sense, I can believe as much as I can about what my reality is, but having someone else validate it or having data backing it up, makes it all the more real. Makes it less a hope and more a truth. Or maybe I just wanted to remember you for who you could be in my life.
Tis the season to get out there and enjoy the weather. Rain or shine, I’ve been out there building a whole new landscape, literally. Child me would be super surprised that this is how I’d like to spend as part of my summer–watering flowers, getting the soil ready and planting seeds. I’d never thought I’d follow my mom’s footsteps in creating a garden. Or wanting one or putting in the work. But lately, it’s become another beautiful thing I’ve been doing in my life that adds so much joy, peace and happiness in my atmosphere.
I saw a red cardinal yesterday near one of the new flowers I planted and it was such a little piece of happiness in my day. I’m looking up DIY garden beds and coming up with ideas on building some in my yard. My dream is to grow some veggies and fruits I can use for my cooking.
There’s just something about the sunshine that keeps me wanting to go outside all the time and soak up as much as I can handle. Use what I’ve gathered and bring it back out into something wonderful and productive.
These flowers aren’t mine, but these are what I’d love to see more of in the coming months. These are ones my mom had years back.
As I walked by the little pond, I saw lily pads in a group at the center. The whole environment was calming with a couple of ducks and people from afar. I zoomed in with my camera and saw water lilies scatter among the green leaves. They were small and hard to see. This image reminds me of how easy it is to forget the things in life that make us happy. But if we put effort to dig a little deeper, get a little closer, there are little pearls of beauty we can appreciate.
Heal. Let yourself take a break. Sometimes our wounds are much larger than we let ourselves recognize. Sometimes we are too hard on our emotions and keep them in. Let them go. Let yourself feel any thing you need to feel. Sadness, love, happiness, joy, jealously, panic. Let them go. Let them be free and let yourself be free. Afterwards, let yourself breathe. Heal yourself in any way that gives you happiness. Take in the good and let go of the bad. You deserve this. You deserve to have moments in which you can be yourself. You are everybody to everyone all the time. Be you for you. We are fragile and we are strong, but we still feel down when the world gets us down. That happens to all of us. The power of healing helps us mend and defend ourselves for the next sudden wave of hardship that may come our way.
I don’t think butterfly petals is their official name. I don’t know the name of this flower at all. It was so eye-catching though. They were so perfect, they looked like they were made by hand; a controlled and intentional creation. But rather, they stemmed from nature. Grown from a blueprint unseen and unpredictable. I would always want these butterflies free. Never bound and always floating, as they should be.
as far as you can
on a single petal
for as long as you want
bloom nature’s origami
velvet to touch
fragile as silk
A door opened last year. One I never thought I’d ever have to walk through, but I did. It’s one we all will have to do one day. Innocence is precious and beautiful. But there are due dates and deadlines. It doesn’t last forever no matter how tightly you grip. It will fade as photographs do. So hold onto whatever memories you have and be grateful for ever having it at all.