VIOLET HILL

247 Violet Hill

Ever since the last post like this, though I did not think of making this a series then, I wanted to write a few more similar posts. Attaining peace of mind is never easy, and sometimes talking to someone or writing about stuff helps put one in a better mood. (I know, I know, it’s a very “Well, d-uh!” kind of revelation.) Anyway, so I have been rather muddled about something – and I am trying to channel some of it, here – by way of talking to myself! ❤ (Make what you will, of this piece, and/or such.)

Dream about all that you want. Embellish a bit, write down your scattered thoughts and make lists… Paint a picture, etc. This is what you want right? Will it be good for you? Do you want to find out? Dream some more, make a goal.

Desire it. Can you do that? The universe is listening, it gives you what you want – and sometimes, all that you do not know if you need but can handle. Be pure about your intentions. Will your desires create something positive?

Dedicate to do it well, and by that, I mean – go in with your heart. There’s a difference, because you need not necessarily pour your heart and soul into it, not immediately. Don’t dwell on the future, think of the days as they come and go, deal with what you can with what you have.

Decide if it is what you want. Or that it is what you want! (Completely on your own; do not ask for or seek help… This is all you, all you.)

Do it. Do it… Do eet. DO EET! (We call that taking chances, because you will never truly know if you don’t.)

P.S. Was this helpful, or did it read too weird? Erm, also, dear friends, I have made a couple of colourful necklaces that are being sold on thejupiterskyeshop.tumblr.com. And some greeting cards, on Cupick – uh-huh! Ooh, so if we know each other IRL, you must know how much I looooove making cards and jewellery so please, please order away?

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes

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Lady in the Water

222 Lady in the Water

Do you know how much good it does your heart; when you’re standing on the shore of a beach and you can feel the dry but soft mica granules under your toes, warming your soles, you’re thinking things and watching the waves crash against each other and hearing the call of the ocean, and in an instant, your feet are graced with a jet of frothy, bubbly, delicious molecules of sea water? ♥ There’s no feeling quite like it! Except if you’re probably reading a book on the sand after a quick swim, letting the rays of the sun warm your bare skin and kiss your hair.

What are these feelings? Describe them, please. So… Like when if you close your eyes for too long, you miss that swish of an aquamarine fin on a glorious tail disappearing under the water – and you don’t know it now. You never do. Nobody ever does… There’s magic. Does stringing together random thoughts of beautiful people and places around us make it poetic? What is this? What are you saying? I thought you would think of a picture. Or a person! Think, now. Everything’s magic. Incoherence of speech is an ailment common among us ocean folk. Breaks us down, and builds us up again. Sandcastles, in reverse…

Scatter your thoughts about… And, begin again. Feel the vibe of the ocean as it calls out to you, as it asks for you to seek its treasures. Look for the little shells, the really tiny, textured surface ones… They’re a creamy colour! What do you think? How many hexadecimal codes of the colour blue is the sky made up of? Have you ever thought of that? Which is the constellation you look for, when you look up in to the inky sky after the sun has set, and the beach is eery, beautiful, calm, and seems like it’s whispering; can you smell that?

Did you do that, ever? Erm, you know… Fill a bottle with a paper scripted with a beautiful thought, and fling it into the ocean? Why haven’t you done that? Actually, I haven’t – either. I will, soon! Did you leave silly messages in the sand? Write someone’s name down? :-) Randomness is good, it makes you feel things… Listen to the call of the ocean. The waters are beckoning you, closer… One step, yes, that’s it. Two steps… Ooh, it’s chilly! Ah, but it feels so nice. There, you set it free… Farewell, dearest.

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Artwork by Roanna Fernandes