Rose Rocket
Bio
Hi! I am a young 30's lady who is happily and joyfully making her way through this incredible world. I call myself a gypsybond. I've lived on both sides of the country and gratuated w/ a degree in Theatre and English in NYC. Let's get heard
Stories (14/0)
Music and Northern Lights
There’s something in the sky tonight. A tingle. A whisper. Electric, green waves roll their way across the starlit sky as if sending messages from the universe to the earth. The wolves’ howls in the distance, carried along by the chill, winter breeze, make their way across the mountains and down into the forest where Rebecca lies. Her velvet, brown hair caresses her pale cheeks as she turns her head to face the glass windows above her. She has finally made it back to Igloo Village. The howling breeze, as cool and soothing as the blanket of bleached-white snow on the ground outside, strokes the needles of the surrounding pine trees and compels the owls among their branches to hoot, almost as if in melody with each other. This is Finland in winter. Rebecca looks up through the clear, curved roof of her igloo, closes her eyes for a moment and breathes out a deep sigh of relief. She is alone. She is still. All is peaceful and serene. The warmth from the flickering fire calms her nerves as the smell of cinnamon from the burning and crackling pinecones kisses the air around her.
By Rose Rocket3 years ago in Humans
A First Snowfall
After stepping outside where suddenly the warm air escapes your lungs and leaves you crisply breathless from the cold… I just found an old journal entry of mine from 2009. I was 21 years old, wide-eyed, in between schooling and spending the New Year holiday in glorious New Hampshire at my Aunt’s house. My journal entry recounts such a beautiful memory, and a dream turned real. This year I got to spend my winter building snowmen, making snow angles and sledding with my younger cousins. And the best of all, seeing snow fall in light, fluffy flakes from the heavens, for the first time ever! The greatest type of rain in my opinion. Having lived and grown up in Southern California, snow was a thing made for the movies. I had seen snow before. A few winters when I was younger, my family went up to Big Bear—a mountain town in California. We learned to kiddy ski, go sledding and have the most epic of all snowball fights. But there was always one thing missing, at least for me. SnowFLAKES. While I had had the opportunity to be in and see snow, I had never actually seen snow fall from the sky. It either snowed the day before, the day after we left, or at night while I was sleeping, and I ALWAYS missed it.
By Rose Rocket4 years ago in Wander
Silence
I had an interesting conversation yesterday about silence. My husband was explaining to me how one of his dear friends seemed to have this problem feeling comfortable when no one was talking. “It was as if she had to speak to fill this ‘empty’ space,” he told me. “So much so, that she seemingly could not stop talking, and if she did, it was only to take a breath so she could continue her story to ‘fill the void.’” My husband likes to talk, but not so incessantly. He generally prefers to communicate at a more spiritual and emotional level, rather than just through using words. This was difficult for him, the having to listen to the constant speaking, and it made him feel uncomfortable.
By Rose Rocket4 years ago in Motivation
