Instead of doing the obvious (which would be like my friends and family which are my life source of course), I'm gonna do 9 things I rather like.
How bout that?
I dunno... I just don't really feel truly happy or at peace unless I'm in it.Just a few small rays can make a phenomenal impact on how my thoughts or actions will play out. It's kinda crazy actually...
2. Fairy tales
I love the whole atmosphere around a good ancient story. And I just can''t get enough of fairytales honestly. They are always kicking around in my head... like dreams I can never remember. I'm currently on a big Red Riding Hood kick right now (go figure lol).
Pssh you can completely blame Megan Snider for this obsession *points finger*. Before her, I was just a mousy girl in baggy pants and t-shirts, my hair always pulled back into a tight, neat ponytail. But after she came along well.. it was all over for me. Now all I wanna do is let my wild hair go free and put on those cool fabrics, running barefoot into open fields with my friend. Almost every time we go out shopping now, we both inevitably buy a dress *facepalm*. I just can't get enough. Hey, well at least I haven't got up to 30 yet like someone I know, right Megan? XD
4. Warm Baths
Who doesn't love to soak in a hot bath after a hard day? For me, baths have been this weird fascination of mine since I was a child, when I would witness my mother's naked frame all relaxed and carefree in the tub. She was always so beautiful to me then, all curves and quietness about her. Now as I'm older I find myself drawn to a bath when I feel coldness around my thoughts and my heart. I love to just sit there, till my hands and fingers are all pruny and aged-looking. I like to pretend I'm a woman grown so old, that this form I've suddenly taken is my true self, and the dirt and grime that swirls down the drain are just disguises that I wear each day to hide my ancientness.
Anyone who knows me can understand why this is a no-brainer. Poetry lives in my veins as much as my red cells do. It is such a vital part of my waking life that I couldn't comprehend a world without it. I could sit here all day and tell you about all the grand and wondrous things that poetry has done for me, but I'm afraid that would fill up more volumes than anyone would want to comprehend...
6. The bond between humans and animals
It would be redundant to explain how much I love animals because it's obvious by my career choice that I adore all creatures in this life. But something that has always captivated and inspired me is the raw, unbridled connection that can grow between a person and their companion. It's too beautiful and complex to ever be able to truly describe in words, but its a fierce love and passion which fuels my very soul just to see. I will always strive to protect those creatures that need me, and work to bridge the gaps that divide us.
7. The woods
"There is a thing in me that dreamed of trees,
A quiet house, some green and modest acres
A little way from every troubling town,
A little way from factories, schools, laments.
I would have time, I thought, and time to spare,
With only streams and birds for company,
To build out of my life a few wild stanzas.
And then it came to me, that so was death,
A little way away from everywhere.
There is a thing in me still dreams of trees.
But let it go. Homesick for moderation,
Half the world's artists shrink or fall away.
If any find solution, let him tell it.
Meanwhile I bend my heart toward lamentation
Where, as the times implore our true involvement,
The blades of every crisis point the way.
I would it were not so, but so it is. "Out of the bosom of the Air,
Who ever made music of a mild day?"
8. Falling Snow
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
Even as the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.
This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded,
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field."
9. The feel of cotton sheets against bare skin
It's a sensory experience unlike any other. It one of my favorite things in the world to do-- to lay there, naked, under a thin cool sheet and just be... be whatever I am. I feel safe....free. I feel like I am as much a part of something in this life as it is a part of me. It's a transcendent and contemplative moment for me, lying there in the soft stillness.. I don't really know how to do the feeling justice... but trust me and try it one day. It's only then that you'll understand what I'm really talking about..