I think the thing about fairy tales is that, even though we know they are tales, and that their chances of happening in real life are slim to none, there is still a piece of us, however small and deep within, that believes that they could happen, they are possible in some way or another. And I think that’s why we love fairy tales so much. Because that .01% within us is longing for and dreaming for even one of them to come true in our own lives.
Yeah…
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What’s the point of getting sick, if there’s no one around to take care of you? Or, at least, to check in on you, and possibly bring some hot food for you… Sure, I get to take a break from going out into the world, but I hardly have the will to procure myself food when I’m healthy and well. Get me sick, and, though it is the time at which I most need quality nourishment, I hardly have the energy to get out of bed, let alone cook food to feed myself. I think this is what I want most out of a partner in life. I want someone who will take care of me in those times when I most need (or really want) to be taken care of. It isn’t all the time, but sometimes being held closely and having someone rub my back genuinely lovingly is the perfect remedy for any ailment.
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One of my favorite memories from my time in high school is the day where one of my best friends and I spent some time with nature during lunch. In the front of our school, between two of the branches of buildings that stick out to the parking lot, there is an outdoor passageway/walkway. It is like a courtyard, but that it only has buildings on three sides of it. That being the case, it wasn’t exactly an ‘allowed’ place for having lunch. However, the building on one side of it was brand new, and so no precedent was in place regarding it. Essentially, I didn’t tell anyone that I went there for lunch, and I kept myself out of eyeshot while out there, whenever I went.
I only went on days when I felt really stranded inside the buildings. Sometimes the whole artificial box and lighting can really get one down, and that is often the case for me. Since the school had removed carpets from most hallways, while it was fancier-looking, it felt even more industrial and anti-nature. So, while I had lunch in the actual courtyard most days, I occasionally snuck out to this walkway, because 1) it was rather isolated from people and buildings, and 2) it was filled with green, green grass (something of which the courtyard had almost none).
On the day of this beloved memory, I had told this friend of my intentions to go be one with nature during lunchtime. She elected to join me. And so, as I walked barefoot in the grass as part of my usual routine of grounding myself back to nature on these days, she walked alongside me. I may even have lay down in the grass, or just sat in it, while she walked around and back and forth in it with the same goal in mind. However, for whatever reason, while I was barefoot to feel the ground physically, she was getting in touch with nature while in her tennis shoes.
Gosh, I loved that silly lunchtime event, and still treasure it. 😛
The following is an excerpt from a casual phone conversation the other day with one of my best friends.
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Hannah: [in casual tone] Oh… I just realized that I’ve apparently been wearing my dress backwards all day.
Friend: [also in casual tone] That doesn’t surprise me.
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I love best friends. 🙂
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I used to light matches occasionally just to feel the warmth of their flame and to smell the glory of their burning.
I think I want that simplicity of meditative delight in my life again.
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Twice in one week, I have been driven via golf cart directly to my vehicle at the end of the night, instead of my just walking the half mile (or more), as I was entirely willing to do, and it both times made me feel a little bit like a princess.
🙂
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Today, I saw coon mule jumping, I pet llama and alpaca, and I tied “Donald Trump”‘s tie, and they all were fabulous parts of my day.
Alpaca photo shoot.
Donald Trump won the popular vote, but earned only second place with the judges.
This little fellow genuinely just seemed to love jumping!
Alpaca fiber with which I got to play (for making yarn from the furry fuzz that is alpaca fiber).
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I was reminded today of how I used to have a chunk of charcoal in my water bottle. I haven’t thought much about that at all recently, (however, I might start doing it again) but apparently the lacrosse team I used to help coach thinks of it often.
First off, the charcoal in the water bottle is something I learned from Japan, though, via my brother before I moved there (and then it was emphasized while I lived there). It has to do with cleaning up the water, essentially, from what I recall. (Note: It is not drinking charcoal mixed with water. It is a stick of this specific charcoal that sits in the water bottle, so that its pores can absorb unwanted stuff from the water.)
Anyway, so I had this stick of charcoal in my water bottle. I carry my water bottle pretty much everywhere with me in life, so lacrosse practice was included back when I was coaching (and teaching). Apparently, one of the girls has held on to the fact that I had ‘some kind of rocks’ in my water bottle, though I have doubts as to whether she recalls what the ‘rocks’ actually were (the stick had broken in half, so there were actually two pieces in the bottle, instead of one, but they didn’t really look like rocks). In memory of my water bottle, in a sense, that particular girl regularly drops rocks into other people’s water bottles, telling them that it is healthy, and reminding them of how I did it.
Yes, my wonderful lifestyle rubs off in the best of ways. 😛 I guess it gives us a new meaning for ‘on the rocks’, now.
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Today, I watched some mounted shooting. At this rodeo, anyway, mounted shooting means that an individual rides his or her horse across the arena, following a sort of zig-zagged pattern, and then back in a straight line, all while shooting, in a specific order, ten balloons that are placed around the arena. The average speed for doing this was 12-14 seconds. I’m not sure I could even have sprinted from one end of the arena to the other in that time, or even made all ten shots successfully while standing still in that time, and these people were riding all around it and back, knocking out balloons with their pistols along the way. Somehow, things like this make perfect sense to me, and I love watching them. It made me, even more than ever, want to ride horses every week in my life.
Though, I’m more of a Robinhood type, and so I would want to do mounted bow-and-arrow shooting, myself.
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As I sit here, cringing at how people partner dance to this live country western music, I wonder what I must do that makes a master of that area of life cringe…
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hannah ananas 