simple days

Some days, nothing is simple anymore. It's always pieces being broken into smaller pieces, chaotic mess, more and more of it unraveling everyday. It's picking up things that keep falling down, it's waking up when I don't want to, it's too many words spoken at once, it's constantly multitasking, it's unnecessary distractions, it's time limits and deadlines, it's an intricate string of miss happenings and undone work and mistakes twisting around me. It's the feeling that I can't breathe. Or it's the feeling that I'm stuck in a tiny room, walls on every side of me, too close, cramping me, and squeezing all feeling out of my body until I'm numb all over.

Yes, some days, everything piles up until it's too much for me.

And other days, other days...I wake up by my own choice, and I open my eyes to a warm sunrise filtering through the windows onto my bed. And I get to drink my tea, and read my book, and sit outside on the grass with the sun on my back, and write and let the feeling I get when I write sink in and relieve and refresh and comfort. I get to draw, to clear my head, to dance and twirl to a Taylor Swift song in my room. I get to stand and watch the sunset fade at the end of the day.

Some days it is simple again.

dandelion

{VIA}

a s m i l e was on her face

as she picked the d a n d e l i o n

s o m e h ow dandelions always made her smile

and even though there were w o r r i e s 

in the f u t u r e that belonged to her

she c h o s e to smile

because as she blew s o f t l y on that dandelion

she k n e w that it would all be fine

and s o m e h o w

that d a n d e l i o n

that she held b e t w e e n her fingers
managed to give her h o p e

to c a r r y on.

there are meanings in little things. I see dandelions as a signal of hope.

when I'm sad

^ a picture I took of some very pretty pink flowers. bright colors make me feel happier when I'm sad.

Hi. I...um...wrote something. I just had to. I am not very happy at the moment. Life is not going very well. And writing is my comforter. I'd love it if you prayed for me, though. 

Here's the writing piece that is full of wrongly phrased sentences and randomness. Hope you enjoy it, and maybe find it worth reading in the end.

When I’m sad, not just the sad type of sad, but the deep, aching type of sad, I try to focus on the good, happy things that have happened, that still will happen. The days where the sunshine was hot, the skies were blue and a cool breeze lifted my hair. The rainy days where inside the house was warm, when I sipped tea as I watched the raindrops gathering on the window. The days when we were all together, and everywhere I went I heard someone I loved laughing.  The days when new things were learned and the days were we had silly talks and we ended up on the floor laughing so hard it hurt. The people who talked to me like I was important, the people who held my gaze with sparkling eyes knowing we were thinking the same thing. The ocean waves that I sat on the warm sand and watched; wild, free, and beautiful. The stories that were told around a fire, underneath a sky that sparkled with starlight. The walks through long golden grass that had droplets of dew on their tips to an orchard that dripped with gorgeous sunrise light streams. The road trips with music playing loud and beautiful scenery passing by so fast, so fast. The sunsets that gave the world a majestic touch, as we played on the veranda and laughed at each other. The photos we took of our silly faces together that meant nothing but meant so much. The imaginary games that were played at that house when we were young – that house that was home, that house were we crept onto the roof while our older siblings weren’t watching and lay on our backs in the sunlight. The cottage that was covered in ivy and roses and grapes, the cottage that holds so many of my childhood memories. The dancing underneath the fruit trees. The swinging down from trees. The times when I was afraid and upset and sad, when He held me and I was okay again. The times when I fell asleep in a warm bed, and slipped into the dream world I still hold so dearly.

Those are the things that comfort me when I am sad. Things I’ve decided to love, and things I couldn't help but love.

"It is better to have loved and lost, than to not have loved at all."

"These times are hard, but they will pass."

This was not well written. This was not planned. This is full of writing mistakes and so on. But this is what poured out of me today…and thank you for reading.

the wind is free

Hello, my lovely readers. First off, I hope you had a wonderful Easter. He is risen!
And next- here is another poem. About one of my favorite things. (btw: I have a lot of favorite things)

the wind blows hard 

howling and whispering at the same time
I’m sure it’s calling me
and I wish I could go with the wind
and I’m wishing as hard as the wind is blowing.
somehow I think that if I just believe…

wherever it’s going
I want the wind to take me.
and I don’t know where it’s going
but I do know why I want to go too

the wind is free
the wind is wild
the wind knows how to sing
the wind has been everywhere
and seen everything

the wind is free
and that’s what I want
for me.

when the wind is sad

it flies soft and low
letting out melancholy notes
moving so slow.

when the wind is happy
it whips against the leaves in the trees
and skims across the ocean
lifting waves
and making the whole world
move in harmony
swaying ever so gently.

when the wind is angry
you can feel something in the air
it feels like danger and storms
and when the wind hits your face
it stings with cold

when the wind is full of passion
it blows hard, so hard
it could lift you off your feet and carry you away
but somehow it doesn't
it leaves you with just a taste
of how strong that passion is.
it leaves you wanting more
of that exhilarating feeling
that comes with passionate wind.

I want to fly with the wind
I want to go to the heights that the wind has gone
I want to zoom across skyscrapers
to swerve between tall trees
to pass over mountain tops
to put light feathers in the air
and watch them swirl

wherever it’s going
I want the wind to take me.
and I don’t know where it’s going
but I do know why I want to go too

the wind is free
the wind is strong
the wind is here
and the wind is gone
the wind can touch clouds
without breaking them
the wind knows just when
to give a sailboat a push
or give a bird it’s wings

the wind is free

so free
and that’s what I want
for me.

///

feeling f r e e,

Tane ♥