Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Asking for Roses

Lately I have been so excited to create! I have an Etsy shop now where I am selling some vintage and handmade items including sachets of various scents, and decorative trays. You can visit the link on my blog to take a look. I am really trying to spend my spare time expressing my ideas and working on the tasks I love so that I may soon take a huge leap into something better suited for me. I know so many of us feel this way but we must really take heed, and desire to make these dreams happen.
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A little poem for inspiration and in which sums things up:

Asking for Roses

A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master,
With doors that none but the wind ever closes,
Its floor all littered with glass and with plaster;
It stands in a garden of old-fashioned roses.

I pass by that way in the gloaming with Mary;
'I wonder,' I say, 'who the owner of those is.'
'Oh, no one you know,' she answers me airy,
'But one we must ask if we want any roses.'

So we must join hands in the dew coming coldly
There in the hush of the wood that reposes,
And turn and go up to the open door boldly,
And knock to the echoes as beggars for roses.

'Pray, are you within there, Mistress Who-were-you?'
'Tis Mary that speaks and our errand discloses.
'Pray, are you within there? Bestir you, bestir you!
'Tis summer again; there's two come for roses.

'A word with you, that of the singer recalling--
Old Herrick: a saying that every maid knows is
A flower unplucked is but left to the falling,
And nothing is gained by not gathering roses.'

We do not loosen our hands' intertwining
(Not caring so very much what she supposes),
There when she comes on us mistily shining
And grants us by silence the boon of her roses.
Robert Frost
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Friday, February 21, 2014

The Desert

I recently went camping in the desert. It was beautiful. The weather at night was absolutely perfect. The air was still and calm, and the sky painted with stars. The full moon unveiled itself in the late hours of the night and illuminated the entire sky. I sat by the fire and listened to my thoughts as I watched the flame kindle and glow. These thoughts were ones I had pushed aside as I went about my days working, and simply pushing onward through it until it was over. Thoughts of worries and stresses, doubts, dreams, desires, and anything that came to mind in the course of some busy, tiresome days. In this pause, by the glowing fire and in the peaceful calm beauty of my atmosphere, I was able to acknowledge these thoughts, and watch them drift slowly by like the smoke from the flame. I felt completely peaceful. I was finally able to collect my thoughts and reconcile them, good or bad. It was a mysterious peace and comfort. I was somewhere I had never been: a vast desert with an endless space above. Being distanced from my home and daily routine, I was able to hear my thoughts, and completely absorb my surroundings. As I went to sleep I heard crickets and frogs croaking in the distance, and the coyotes making their nightly howl. I heard the fire crackling a few last times before it burned out. Every once in a while the wind would gust and the shrubs would sway. I wasn’t afraid though. I knew that nature was being nature. The next day I hiked and saw an Oasis. I collected various formations of the loveliest rocks I encountered. I saw hummingbirds(including a nest of babies), and big-horned sheep making their way up the mountain. Every moment was valuable. 

I returned home from this brief weekend trip to a nearby desert with my family feeling bittersweet but inspired. I had an experience that I really needed. I am always fantasizing and dreaming of faraway lands. Especially lands to escape and distract me from my thoughts and fears.I had eventually developed an understanding that no matter where I was, I would still have to deal with the issues at hand, even if I was far away from it all and in a better environment. This may be somewhat true. However, now, that desire to travel and longing for nature is a longing for peace. And when I feel peaceful, I can face anything. I am fervently awaiting my next travel.
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