PASSING MOMENTS - The Ones That Dream

The rush of everyday life is a blur at times. It’s something I used to be ashamed of. I needed to be present and fully observant of every passing moment- what if I missed something crucial? One detail that might change the whole. Lately, there’s been a deep peace about it. I can’t possibly clutch every moment, every thread and appreciate the ones that I grasp desperately. There’s a melancholy to letting free the threads I want to reach for, but also a steadiness to the ones that I do hold so dear.

To know someone, to let them close to your heart is to let them color your world with their voice, their being. These passing moments are a chance for me to see that color, as I feel it. It’s rich, it’s bold, it’s me. I find myself inspired to experience life deeper, to feel the highs and lows in their full depth and let them change me too. I look at the world and I see it in this pensive, ethereal dreaminess. It’s evocative, sensual and charged- yet somehow subtle, undercurrents that remain unseen until we’re ready to see them.

I got three piercings yesterday, my firsts. There was a surprising familiarity to it, having them feels natural, like they were always there. In a way I suppose they were- but to integrate the outward with the in feels good. To let my color shine to those around me. I’d been so concerned with "safe" that I never actually let myself enjoy my own voice, the ability to inspire, to give life to others as they had to me.

I wish to be me, for me. I live these days and I let them wash by. I enjoy the sound of the water, it’s coolness, how it wraps around me and sends shivers up my back. It’s in the sparkling of the gemstones in the depths that I find myself. I may reach for them, but I’ll never get exactly what I sought for, and that’s ok- in fact it’s even more beautiful than I could have imagined. Smoothened stones and shimmering crystals that tell me the story of a life lived in joy.

Gently, sensually, wistfully-