Swaying with the trees...

I am looking out a window to see wind. The branches of trees that are full of green leaves sway easy. Almost too easy. Like the quiet breath of a baby, rising up and down without a thought.

I wonder if trees ever fight the wind. I know they aren't consciously living beings but what if a tree said no to the wind... Today I want to stand still. I never seem to be able to stand still for too long nor can I sit that way for too long but how empowering to stand without the slightest movement...

This is a short post because I am writing my research paper. I saw the trees and wanted to freely write about them before I go back to a more composed piece. haha I try to sound so sophisticated ;)

i hope that all of you can enjoy writing freely like the wind through the leaves like the breath freely lifting and like the consistent tapping of the keys across the keyboard..

until next time may the trees call you to be free...

Stealing color from a bloom..

Walking out a summer day it's very rare that you will find one but every now and then you will simply come across a flower that is about to peak through the bud... The hint of color that you steal is like a quick glimpse of what the beauty it may hold can be. But that quick glimpse of color is like diving into one's secret. YOU.. hold the secret of what may come next..

Passion.

The word that makes you want to know what is next. Eyes wide, heart open and practicality all but lost to the wind. I sometimes forget what my passion is. It gets lost between the traffic lights and the bills but my PASSION just got reunited.

The finishing line is fast approaching and with that exciting things are in the talks. Being in international education we get the chance to do our practicum case studies over seas to better grasp our concept. How exciting is that! I am so over joyed! I knew this was bound to happen but when they say two years... it seems like you have so much time to prepare but here it is... Spring 2012 I will be on a adventure to study!!!!

So if you were wondering what I was passionate about... people. culture. places.

I stole a peak of a flower that was budding this morning... the dew was still residing on it but I took a glimpse of what was to come.. I can say from this secret that I have many possibilities that are around the corner.

The question is whether or not you have stolen a glimpse too?

By plucking her petals, you do not gather the beauty of the flower. ~Rabindrath Tagore