Cat mom of 3 (1 in Heaven), Animal Advocate, and Surreal Photographer.
A Little Late Is Better
The morning surges on, and the afternoon drags through until the sun gives in and the moon says its most ignored "hello." So many of us forget to look up, every day, in awe of how lovely this routine built around us is. We are consumed by our mundane struggles and schedules. Constantly gasping for air in panic and driven by stress, because of what value are we're if not overworked and malnourished?
The Vessel of Time
"There weren't always dragons in the Valley." These words were muttered throughout the pub when I was a child. My curiosity about dragons became my profession, and I am often mocked at this very pub now. I do know, however, that there are dragons amongst us. Whether they travel through memories or the demented, they reside in the minds of many. How? Ah. That, that, is the question of many. The very notion of there having been something that once breathed fire or ice without reason other than to keep the wolf from the door does not quite add up for me. We simply do not exist, and cease, without reason. Now this is not a wishy-washy philosophical question of some sort of existentialism. Utter silliness. Something so extraodinary cannot just vanish unless it has chosen that it cannot acclimate to its surroundings any longer.
The modern concept of, "me time" hasn't been something I've been able to fully perfect, let alone practice much of. Spending time working on hobbies, honing in on crafts, or even creating for creation's sake has always been something that I do for others. Ask me how many self-portraits I have, and I'll tell you I created one during a state of depression after feeling very alone and abandoned. Not being able to create for anyone else, I made something of my own, for my own. It never felt natural, and it didn't fulfill me.
Tie-dye, animal prints, and printed leggings are all in the past. Or are they? All of these fashion trends swam across the oceans of '90s sitcoms and music videos, providing hopes of becoming an extremely cool teenager one day. Not to mention some very unrealistic expectations of what an actual teenager indeed looks like, compared to some beautiful 20-somethings. Pop a poster of Gwen Stefani or Brad Pitt up on your ceiling for inspiration because you're going back to a simpler yet more complicated time! The fashion of the '90s brings a smile to my face and warmth to my heart.
The Glass of Confidence
There he was, where he always is. I sit at this bench, day after day, writing, or sometimes pretending to, wondering what he's doing, or also pretending to. He sits there for hours. Watching people walk by, throw a ball with their dogs, fly a kite with their children, and eventually looks up. He stares up into the sky with a feeling of relief rushing over him. He's always adequately dressed but laughs and joins in with the games children play around the park that sits nearby. There's a leather-bound book on his lap, clasped in his hand. He never once opens it, and it makes me wonder if there's anything in fact inside of it. He could be a visual artist. The book's pages are filled with wonderfully depicted illustrations of his day-to-day life. He could be a writer, like me.