Sometimes, I look in the mirror and the person staring back isn’t me. There’s a sparkle in her eye when she laughs. She has a bright smile too. She’s beautiful, and happy. That couldn’t possibly be me, because I know I’m nothing more than broken and sad. I could watch that happy girl for hours, just wishing to be free.
We often forget that we are nature. Nature is not something separate from us. So when we say that we have lost our connection to nature, we’ve lost our connection to ourselves.
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| — | Andy Goldsworthy |
I am absolutely craving pasta right now. I’ve been eating quite a lot of it since I started living on my own. It’s just so tasty. To cook it just right is quite a challenge. I have to stand there and wait approximately 10 to 20 minutes for the water to boil. Then I have to wait more and more. It seems like such a long period of time passes as I wait for the pasta to cook. All I want to do is eat it. I want to slide it into a tupperware container and rub butter all over it. I want to consume the buttery goodness, so warm and fresh. I love the way pasta makes me feel full for a good amount of time. Unlike the food they serve at the dining hall. The barely give me enough to hold me over. I want my pasta.
Rain makes me happy. It just makes everything quite beautiful afterwards. I love the way it feels on my skin, even if it’s an evil drop that falls from a tree when it isn’t really raining anymore. I love the way it sounds as it hits my window. I love the sight of gray clouds. I’ve found that it’s bad to wear long pants and flip-flops during a storm. Puddles are everywhere. I wish I could go out and photograph the rain without damaging my camera. I want to capture the way I see rain so I can look back on it and feel the warmth inside that it gives me at any time. I just love the rain and everything that comes with it.
