Twas Beauty..._My Mother, My Aunt_The Sand Underneath My Toes_My Island home
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Twas Beauty...
You step from your cave and stand on the edge of the mountain slope. You stretch the sleep from your muscles as the sun climbs upward. Moment by moment, the sun burns away the morning fog and the island below is revealed.The curtain of gray fog peels away. You stand at the island's highest point and look down into the valley. The river glimmers as it catches the first rays of the sun. The jungle is a mural of lush shades of green. Orchids, plump fruitswww.onedoor.cc, and multi-colored parrots lend pops of bright color to the canvas of vegetation.You unhurriedly pick your way down the mountain to drink from ...
My Mother, My Aunt
The first rays of sunlight lit up my room. I tossed and Turned in my bed as the light hit my face, even with my eyes closed the world around me was still awake. when I finally got up from bed I could see tiny specks of dust dancing in the sunlight that was coming from my bedroom window. “I need curtains.” I mumbled to myself annoyed. Coffee was what I needed. I made my way out of my room and downstairs towards the kitchen where my mother would be.she was sitting at the table with some toast and cut up fruit on her plate. She was eating happily in silence while reading one of her favorite books...
The Sand Underneath My Toes
I can’t really explain it. Since I was a kid I wanted to be close to the ocean. Feeling the sun on my skin and the clean sea air in my lungs. Sinking my feet into the warm sand, sucking me in, making me feel safe. When I see the ocean I feel endless. Free. I guess anyone would strive to have this feeling in their life. I tried to feel like this at the place where I grew up. I tried to find the same sense of belonging. But instead, I felt the increasing despair of not being able to find it anywhere, hollowing out the places of hope inside of me. I felt like I was losing my connection to life. I...
My Island home
My Island Home The hard lump sat in my throat as the waves lap at the edge of the boat; the vessel of my new beginnings rocks side to side. My body gives into its rhythmic sway. Uncertainty and inspiration rocks me from side to side, my changes in thought erratic like a poorly planned pinball ball machine. I wasn’t just leaving my home- I was leaving my life. As the figures faded into the distance, so did the comfort of familiarity. The comfort you get from slipping on your favourite knitted jumper the first day of winter or the comfort of a partner who knows you better than you know yourself....