“If there is one lesson I wish to bestow upon you, one shred of wisdom I have gained from my living dying days, it is this:
Let your heart lead you. Do not be afraid for there will be much to regret if reason and sense and fear are your only markers.”
– Caleb Harper (A sort of prodigal son) | The House Girl by Tara Conklin
I went back to look again at the sheer zip-up jacket, no hood. Black with a pink and red floral pattern. It was creative, impractical, pricey. Lovely. Should I buy it? Yes. No. Yes! I’m not sure..
She walked over in her 10-year-old smiling self. Red purse draped around her neck, not bothering to wear it “properly” – two headbands strategically placed lopsidedly on her head, one a band of gold, another silver with metal flowers, tags sticking up like bunny ears. Her innocence casting these fashion finds in toyish gaudiness just enough to make you reflect on the important things in life – to remember seeing the world like a child. A shift in perspective.
The reality that we so often paint around us in adulthood is but a glittering illusion of expensive dust.
I have no qualms with the designer of said jacket. I think it’s wonderful.
shoes that don’t make you sweat
10-year old smiles
watermelon juice for breakfast
pens that don’t stick
finding yourself on the other side of the world
swimming in hard rain and skyscrapers
raspberry mcflurries and surprise flamingos
she spun herself underwater as if gravity were pulling her the other way around
as if the surface of the water were a looking glass into the sky
she touched it with her toe, walking on water, toying with the fabric of the universe
ripples like folds of blue
bubbles like the stars catching fire
swirls of purple majesty and wisps of a silver-cream
silence in slow-motion.
and then she stopped. and it was time to go.