little things we love
i read a quote the other day. something along the lines of writers paying attention to all the details and the little things, rather than what you said ten seconds ago. they focused on the way your eyes lit up or the way your hands moved with your words. they didn't hear what you told them, but they took your existence in. of course, that is the idea of what the quote was saying. in my own words, since i can't remember the exact quote.
i went to my church garden for lunch today and sat down on a wooden bench. i felt the sunshine. i felt the moan of the wood as i sat down. i felt the tree branches brushing against me. i pet this sweet little cat that has been living in the garden for over a year. she's the cutest little thing. when she sees me, she'll stroll on over to me and jump onto the bench. she'll let me stroke her fur for a few minutes before she jumps into my lap and dozes off for a nap. every time. she's the cutest.
i wish i could bring you along with me, when i go on these little adventures. it's exciting to imagine how you might look when the sun is shining, through the pomegranate tree branches, into your eyes. i want to remember you like that. i don't know you, but, i want to have these memories with you. isn't that exhilarating? someone so unknown to you is craving a moment with you. craving a moment to capture you. i want to be a memory you can return to without worrying about time and emotions. just feel bliss. you know?
i can't say i love you. i hardly know you, if i know you at all. but, as one soul to another, i do love you. in that way. you are breathing and living. you are existing. i want to write little love notes across your skin. i don't want to leave any words behind. you are worth every syllable. every letter. every breath. yes, you.
i was told that wearing red lipstick was something someone would have to get used to. they were so familiar with no make up. now, that i am embracing silly things, like silver earrings and red lips, my appearance is new. this person said they would have to adjust to this new beauty. i laughed, it's still so odd to be called pretty and beautiful. i know and feel i am, but, it catches me off guard when others compliment me. a sweet phrase to savor and keep in my thoughts.
i spend much of my time thinking. i've grown close to a handful of my poet friends over the past few months, one of them is alexandria. she made the cutest journal entry with a lipstick theme (as i suggested it to her and she came through!). i'm telling you, i've gone all out with this red, maroon, and peach theme in all i do. it speaks volumes to me. it catches my attention. it's uncomfortable and i love it, because it causes me to change and find a new appreciation for my surroundings.
side note: alexandria is the absolute best. meeting people over social media can be difficult, since you aren't sure who they are and where they are. but, when i met alex, she just gave me love and light. for this, i am thankful. she's a wonderful poet as well. we worked on a project together, and, i'm hoping we can get back into it, once life gives us a moment to breathe and begin again. :)
well, this post was a collection of thoughts. a series of moments i thought of today. march seventeenth of twenty seventeen. i hope you enjoyed, feel free to leave a comment on what you think, or just to say hello. sending love + light your way!