An Old Spring Breeze

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When I went for a walk this morning, it was drizzling, but the air smelled like the earth. The way that it does in spring, or just at the beginning of spring. The trees were wet. They were completely soaked. Deep, rich wood saturated and dripping. As I walked, a breeze came through. Not a gust of wind, but a gentle, long breeze that lifted my hair around me and rustled the longer parts of the grass. It made me wonder, is this an old breeze? The way the wind blows as the seasons change, is it any different from hundreds of years ago? Is this the same kind of seasonal shift the earth has always known?

It gave me time to reflect on the things that I love about spring, the things I hope I will always love about it. And maybe these are things that others have been enjoying in springtime for a very long time as well.

-Painting, taking photos of, and reading about wildflowers. Using vibrant hues to portray the way they really look in nature. Bringing my camera to my eye as I snap a photo of budding branches. Bringing guidebooks to the park to find and investigate plants I haven’t seen before. Collecting petals to press later on

-Strolling through bookstores and getting lost in the stacks

-Hanging up my floral dresses to get the wrinkles out. Matching them with the petals I’ve collected outside. Changing my sheets for lighter, pastel ones to stay cool. Picking flowers and letting them dry to put on my wall. Hanging up my small paintings of flowers and admiring them in the morning light. Stuffing fresh blooms into old bottles to sit near the window. Shedding the wool cardigans and letting my skin feel the fresh air. Smelling the sweet scent of roses as they fill up the house. Admiring how everything gets lighter, sweeter, and more delicate

-Stopping to pick a single bloom from a flowering bush

-Leaves

-Watching the still water of the lake on a lazy day

-The various colors of the countryside as things come alive — ranging from browns and yellows to every shade of green

-A cup of tea in hand when the mornings are still chilly (perhaps with a cranberry orange scone)

 

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Melodies In Our Voices

Melodies In Our Voices

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The time after the holidays is always strange, as there was just so much chaos and commotion, and then there is stillness. Of course, many people are now bustling, because once the new year arrives there is a push to do better, to do more, to be your best. But I haven’t felt that bestowed upon me this year.

We have had record cold temperatures this past week, and the chill has still not left my bones, even when I am as I am right now, which is curled up in my bed with many blankets as I watch the blizzard outside my window. The lack of sun has taken a toll on me, and I find my inspiration completely lacking. Winter is usually my favorite time of year, but this bitter cold has taken not just my warmth but my usual buffer against the normal complications in life. I have a great amount of tolerance usually, but lately, I have only felt exhaustion.

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I fear that the biggest problem with this is that I am unable to pull myself out of this slump, which I am falling into continuously every single day like I am slipping down a landslide. Even as much as I love the snow, I’m watching it harass the poor mail person who is bravely walking up our driveway to deliver to us as the wind batters them in the face, and I find that I’m thinking of the snow as the enemy. This is truly the first time I’ve felt like this, and I am constantly looking for a sunny spot on a couch to lay on like a lazy kitten, even if the spot will only remain warm for a little while. I try to write, but there is nothing inside of me. I have no appetite for reading either, even when I hear about a delicious plot in a book. I find that I pick up a novel and start reading, but it reads like a technical manual, and I am bored, and I place it to the side with a sigh.

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I am hoping others are feeling similarly, as this is certainly a winter blues situation. I want to be able to interact with people again and really hear them, to be inspired, to create something, and I hope those things will be coming to me soon.

Clothing:

Shirt – TJMaxx (Men’s section)

Sweater – Primark

 

I found this fragment of a thought, and it reminded me of how I’ve been feeling lately, more in a dream state than anything else:

“We didn’t listen to each other’s words.
We heard only the melodies in our voices.”

–Kurt Vonnegut, from Mother Night; “Romance…”

 

 

Smith College Greenhouses {Part 1}

Smith College Greenhouses {Part 1}

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I went to another greenhouse, this time, the ones at Smith College in Northampton, Massachusetts. I was overwhelmed by the intense beauty of this place, it was a cluster of glass houses that were filled with life in the middle of a chilling winter day.

It truly feels like I am visiting many different areas of the world when I explore a new botanical garden, since there are endless amounts of plants from regions so far from where I live. To think that I lived so close to this place and never went before is mind boggling, and I can’t wait to keep going back again and again. My favorite kind of greenhouse is the one that isn’t very tidy. I love seeing moss covering stones on the floor and ivy crawling through the cracks in shelves. This one was full of wonders.

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There was a wall of ivy that was between greenhouses, in a hallway that we walked down before removing our jackets. It’s impossible to go through this place quickly, as I want to stop and see every single plant. I want to check in with them, ask them about the many things they have seen. It’s a world all on its own, filled with lush life and interesting shapes and sizes.

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I was trying to put into words what the beauty of this place means to me, but it is very hard. Walking through it was like feeling poetry, like traveling through a book of knowledge that you can only grasp at. Plants are alive, yes, but we are sometimes quick to write them off. There is a special kind of wisdom that they hold, there are things we can learn from them.

It is beauty unlike anything else.

It reminds me of a quote from Dead Poets Society: “No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering: These are noble pursuits necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love — these are what we stay alive for.” 

Walking through here was one of the precious times, a beautiful experience where time is lost on you because you yourself are lost in wonder. It is those experiences that I believe are what we stay alive for.

I’ll be back soon,

-Heather

 

Snapshots of August 🍓

Snapshots of August 🍓

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Hello Everyone,

August is leaving us now, which is so strange to believe. It feels like it just graced us with its presence, and now it must bid us goodbye. The last few weeks have been beautiful weather, so I must say that August was good to me.

It’s unusual to watch the light extinguish so early now, and nighttime greeting us when only a month ago it would have been beautiful and bright outside. But this is how summer ends, I suppose, as it always does. I’m currently listening to the rustling of leaves outside my open window, and I’m grateful for another beautiful summer. I’ve only recently been going to the park and going on bike rides, as the weather has been cooperating, but I wish I had started doing it sooner in the season. I’m noticing the chill in the air and I’m panicking to get all of our outdoor activities in before the frost arrives.

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Here is my favorite quote this month:

“A thousand little winds pass through me this morning, fragrant with forest leaves and bright autumnal berries.” –Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Austin Dickinson, written October 1851.

I hope everyone had an August filled with magic.

If you want to see what else I’m up to, you can check out my Instagram and Tumblr. 🙂

-Heather

 

 

A Glimpse of My Day | A Surprise Party |

A Glimpse of My Day | A Surprise Party |

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Yesterday, we had family and friends gathered at our house for a party to celebrate the long weekend, to celebrate Memorial Day, and to my surprise, to celebrate my birthday. Technically, my birthday is tomorrow, but that didn’t stop my mom from bringing out a platter of sugary tiny cupcakes and an adorable Happy Birthday banner.

But more than anything, it was lovely to be around loved ones and enjoy our new gazebo in the backyard.

I think it’s important to enjoy those moments, even if they don’t seem very important. Looking back, the day went by so quickly, and I’m shocked that everyone came and went so easily. But sharing a new space in your house with people to enjoy is so exciting, it’s the first time I’m really experiencing it.

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It was supposed to be a sunny day yesterday, but the clouds never seemed to break, though I didn’t mind. How did your weekends go?

If you want to see what else I’m up to, catch me on Instagram or Tumblr!

Talk to you soon,

-Heather

Tea Time | Gardening, Writing Groups, & Poetry Blogs

Tea Time | Gardening, Writing Groups, & Poetry Blogs

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Hello Everyone,

I am writing this as I sit outside on our back patio. It isn’t necessarily warm, but it’s not cold out either.

I started thinking about how it’s almost been a year since I graduated from college. That is a strange feeling, as I wish that I had done a little bit more or had a more accomplished job by now. It started feeling like things were exactly the same as they were a year ago.

But, I got a new job, I’ve been published twice, and I’ve given my first official talk at a bookstore, so I am feeling slightly productive at this current moment in time.

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Some of my ventures for the summer to keep me moving forward are:

  1. Start and maintain a successful garden
  2. Go to more writing groups in my area
  3. Start my own poetry blog

Let me know what your summer resolutions are, and I will be back here soon!

-Heather