Last night my mom told me a story.
When I was real young, still a baby, she was holding me in our front yard, and we had this great climbing tree with big leaves there. Very suburban Connecticut of us.
She said she watched my face watching the tree, looking in awe at the sun coming in through the branches and leaves, splatter painting shades of green and sparkling like nature tends to do. And she said that she wished in that moment for me to always by that amazed with the world, always that in love.
Now, I don't like to attribute parts of myself to others' wishes, but I think that was a pretty good call on my mama's part. And it made me the happiest girl in the world to be able to tell her that it had come true.
The thing is that it's 3 am and I'm tired and behind on work and a little anxious as always, but mostly I'm so in love with everything. Come shout it with me. Loud enough to make yourself believe it too. Because that's my wish, just like my mama's. I wish for everyone to be this in love always.
I somehow stumbled across your blog following a link of a link of a link (an internet adventure?), but I'm glad I did, because your writing is simply alluring.
ReplyDeleteThey may be 'mere' blog posts, but there's something within your words that fascinates me. Maybe it's the content, or the flow of the short, simple sentences. Or maybe it's the font?
Whatever it is, I feel it! I feel the emotions that you put into your words, and that, to me, is the mark of a great writer.
I hope you don't mind this comment, but I felt the need to tell you that the words you chose to share with the world have reached out and left their mark on a random stranger. Maybe I'm just weird, but I think it's a beautiful thing :)