One Beautiful Thing ~ twenty.six

When I get too snug within my cocoon, when things get a little too safe, and I feel as though I am not growing or expanding or creating new experiences in this precious life of mine, I must remember how brave the flowers are. They confidently burst out of their papery shells and bloom most abundantly, so sure of themselves in this time and place that belongs to them. We would never know their beauty if they stayed hidden. They might be safer, perhaps...but not truly living.

One Beautiful Thing ~ twenty.five

I think this picture speaks for itself.

I humbly apologize for any sudden, unexpected cravings this image might induce. You probably had your guard down when you decided to visit today.

But did you really think I could get through the month without a cupcake post?!

;)

One Beautiful Thing ~ twenty.four

Feathers are magical objects. A bird's wing is a catcher's mitt for clouds.

How can something so fine and weightless lift a creature from the earth so it can skim the windy sky?

I wish I could fly.

One Beautiful Thing ~ twenty.three

Tell me... what are the deepest wishes of your heart?

My body is yearning for stillness, so that it can hear the quiet rhythms beating like a butterfly wing against my soul. This little heart of mine is asking me to trust... to not be so afraid... to move towards anything and everything that brings about a greater sense of love, so that I may expand and become more loving. I may lead a simple life, but my heart is anything but simple. The things that have been etched upon its fragile surface are permanent and irreversible... whether they are the marks of pain or joy, they continue to shape the nature of my becoming.

One Beautiful Thing ~ twenty.two

Have you ever seen eyes like that?

I bumped into her yesterday while walking in an unfamiliar neighbourhood, looking for interesting things to photograph. Actually, she bumped into me. And continued to collide with me as I tried to take her picture. She took my breath away. I have never seen eyes that colour. That green. My absolute favourite shade of green...the colour of lime popsicles.   

She was such an affectionate cat...so much so that I felt guilty for having to eventually abandon her. Well, her owner was right there...and she told me her name, but I have forgotten now. But still, walking away from a creature so open to love made me feel lonely for her as I walked away.

I am allergic to cats, and normally keep my distance. But I couldn't resist this little beauty. Oh, I wish I could have eyes that colour! It was worth the sniffles and sneezes. This day, I had to settle for itchy red eyes. Reality and reverie sometimes don't coincide.