Mind Ripples

Once upon a time there was a little girl who wanted to be a witch. She stole herbs and spices from her mother's cupboard and her father's hidden book on witchcraft. He'd hidden it in their closet, along with all his Playboys and Swedish Erotica. Shocked but intrigued, she snagged a Playboy and took it to school to show her best friend. They looked at it in the bathroom, passing it beneath the stall doors. Imagine the trouble she would have been in? Only in 2nd grade... they still believed in corporal punishment in her small Virginia town back then. She was never caught, thank the goddess, though she probably started her friend on a life of sin and debauchery... or perhaps not.

And what became of the little witch? Her use of herbs and homeopathy must stem from that want of power... the fledgling desire to see beyond the closed Baptist minds surrounding... endless desire to be who she is and not who they expect... is that the point? What is real and just a pose to keep the moralists annoyed? No, it's real. She was born different... past and future compounded. Lost arts, religions, passions merge with high tech, plugged in, web connected. Connections seem more real online... because like connects like more easily there? Age seems unimportant in distant lands... not so much here and now. Surrounding small minds can kill creative spirits daily.

She became I and I am still becoming.

I search inside for my once plentiful, now buried, strength.

Hidden like a timid little creature... blocking the course where my creativity flows forth, the spring of my experience and desire. What to tempt it with? Thinking how to coax it back into the light, I wonder... what if it's too late? It doesn't feel hopeless... better late than never? Never late but better? Yes.

Time to begin to begin, again. To reinvent or let the truth of me and my spirit burst free from the bindings like a prisoner bound and chained for so long... by my self, by my mother, by every little word that ever told me I was wrong. Whispered I wasn't good enough. Shouted that I needed to forget all that and do something normal.

Normal. What a horrible word "normal" can be. Something to strive to become or something to run from. Something to make you "part" of something. We are all part of something and separate, n'est-ce pas? Why does it have to fit into conveniently spaced little compartments? Life is messy and we should revel in it. The flaws make it real. They accent the beauty more completely than perfection ever could.

If at first you don't succeed, next time you might... or the next. Rinse, lather, repeat. Never surrender your dreams. Never. Remember that the trying is the fun part, making it is the sweet part... continuing after you make it may be the hardest part of all. I want to find out if it is.

Write, create, glimpse the moment, capture a slice of time, make a little immortal... is that too much to ask for? That little girl wouldn't think so.

*Photo 'Bright As Wishes' © 2013 Solange Noir Follow my blog with Bloglovin

30 Photos in 30 Days- Days 18 - 23

I've decided to limit my photo posts to once a week. I've been really busy and to be honest, I'm more likely to finish this way. So here is the last week of January 2013 on Planet Solange ;) 

Our kitten, Foufee went on her first walk through the streets of DC. She was so cute, people were calling to her from their cars and crossing the street to pet her. She loved all the attention and the new smells.

Sunset reflections on the brick sidewalk, after the rain.

 My little supermodel enjoying the spring-like temperatures. This child never takes a bad photo.

 

I can't walk past a puddle without seeing another world inside it. Entrance to an alternate dimension?

My eldest daughter is magical when it comes to plants and animals. Her orchids are blooming, again!

There's nothing better than sunshine on bare toes when you get an unexpected break from winter.

The newest member of our menagerie, Chihiro. She's a Russian Blue Dumbo rat and speed demon. She is super sweet and we already adore her.

It's snowing as I type this, no more springtime for a while. It makes the memories these photos bring just that much sweeter. I hope you're out making sweet memories, too.

You can learn more about 30 in 30 and meet others who are creating a little magic every day on Chris Galvin's blog.

Please check them out, they are all wonderful.  

30 Photos in 30 Days – Days 12-17

It's been a week of viral distractions, animal mishaps and snowy views.  It's nice to finally have time to sit with a cup of jasmine green and edit a bit of my week to share with you. Hope you enjoy!

Brilliant blue winter sky at the Smithsonian.

Delicate paw prints in the first snow of the winter.

Poor, lovely little sakura you've blossomed too soon. I think we both hope spring comes early this year. 

What is this stuff and why is it so cold? You could read the thoughts on Foufee's precious little face. She jumped into Esmé's arms after this and refused to get down. Maybe we need to get her some boots? 

Spectacular sunset lit the sky on fire, threatening to melt the snow. It was an empty threat but a lovely show. 

A gift of Kumamon from Japan. Aren't they adorable little bears?

Just can't get enough citrus this winter. Mandarin oranges and tangerines are the best!

Esmé brightened the week with her neon style. She's so confident in her individuality and her fashion sense. I was never this cool at 14.

Nora's adorable snow kitty. Don't you want to pet her? 

Speaking of petting... Rukia and Foufee snuggled together are irresistible. Had to hug them.

I hope you all stay warm and cozy this weekend. Snuggling is the perfect winter activity, isn't it?

You can learn more about 30 in 30 and meet others who are creating a little magic every day on Chris Galvin's blog.

Please check them out, they are all wonderful.