Posted in Life, Writing

Primitia

Bonne année !

It’s been more than a year since I’ve left a mark ’round these parts. I’ve tried to break the silence on multiple occasions since my last post – believe me. WordPress kindly reminds me in its upper left corner that I have 9 drafts of as-yet-unfinished blog posts. I’ve sat down to my desk several times with the intention of putting out a poem, or journal entry, or something of that nature, only to be fruitless and distracted.

Great detail would be time-consuming, so the abridgment of this update is that I’ve had some major, major changes happen in my life in my absence.

Shortly after my last post, something devastating and gut-wrenching happened. It launched me into several months of ensuing depression, uncertainty, and self-discovery. Then, something beautiful was founded on the pretense of the void, and from that, I’ve continued to build myself back up and take stock. I’ll remain vague and cryptic about this and leave it up to your interpretation, for now. Details to come later, probably.

I will disclose two positives that transpired in 2018. I traveled solo for the first time in February; I took a four-day trip to San Francisco and stayed in a travelers’ hostel. It was an incredibly liberating and much-needed experience, which was nearly last-minute in its fruition. It was the first time I’ve ever found myself navigating a cityscape and place that was alien to me; this forced me out of my comfort zone in order to fully immerse myself in the experience. I relied heavily on public transit and local culture to feel as close to a resident as I possibly could. While it was daunting at times, I came home with a newfound sense of pride and the knowledge that I’m capable of more than I’d previously given myself credit for.

And speaking of expanding horizons, seven months after the trip, I picked up shop and hauled ass across the country, where I now live in Seattle, Washington. It’s been three months as a Washingtonian, and sometimes I still feel like I’m on an extended vacation. The discomfort I felt in the beginning, which still rears its ugly head at times, is a positive one. In the absence of contentment, after all, we grow.

I’ll be back soon and hopefully more regularly, to share and chronicle my journey in finding my feet as a Seattleite. I hope the last year has been one of forward-movement and progress for all of you.

À bientôt. 

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Posted in Inspiration, Life

Indonesia

I met a man who is preparing to hop a plane to Indonesia in less than 48 hours. He will be living there for a month where he will work as a yoga instructor. When the four weeks are up, he’ll have the opportunity to travel through Southeast Asia. What an incredible thing. 

To that man: 

I don’t know your name, but your positivity has been infectious, and your smile more indelible than a summer jam. Your eyes exude your passion for life, and I’m nothing short of ecstatic for you. I can’t even say that I’m surprised. You’re a beautiful human being, and it’s been my pleasure to have met you. 

May your anxiety dissolve into exuberance as you go on to tread alien soil and have the experience of a lifetime. I know you’ll relish every moment.

Sincerely,

Purely inspired 

Posted in Life, Writing

The First English Bookshop Established on The Continent

Hi, you.

It’s been a while. And if you’ve missed me in my absence, I’m here to offer an explanation for it.

I’m not depressed, so that’s good. In fact, I’m quite happy these days. 🙂

To be honest, blogging has fallen down the list of my greatest passions. I still love doing it, but it’s been a while since I’ve lent excitement and eagerness to the next post I’d be writing up. Nothing has happened, just that I’ve got other projects going on which have all been preoccupying my time. It’s been about a month since my last entry, and in that timeframe I’ve managed to start posts and scrap posts. Today I’m finally deciding to give you an update, on the off chance you’ve assumed I’ve fallen into an abyss. (I haven’t.)

I’ll still be blogging, of course. Just not as often as I used to or as I said I’d try to. A few entries per month seems absolutely feasible. That said, I also wouldn’t be surprised if I accidentally glaze over a month, either. I can tell you I will have a new, well-thought-out, organized, and planned blog entry popping up fresh for you either tomorrow or on Saturday. In the meantime, please enjoy these photos of an awesome bookmark I found in a recent purchase.

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How neat is that? Now I’ve got another reason to visit France. 🙂

Happy trekking. See you this weekend.

Posted in Life, poetry, writing

In Jest

I joke;

you laugh

and I am funny

you like me

I try again;

you smirk

I fall short

I’m no good

you hate me

I can’t stay

I go now

Posted in Life, writing

Moment of Clarity

There’s no growth without struggle. It’s necessary and imperative that you fuck up several thousand times in order to learn. Even at twenty-three, I’m still making amateur mistakes and laying brick after brick without mortar. Then I wonder why my foundations aren’t sturdy. It’s all about what you take from your experiences, and crafting from them the next few feet in your path ahead. When it abruptly ends, you’ve got to keep building. You have to lay out your own direction. Trust your struggle. We’re all children, and there’s always room for improvement.

Posted in Blogosphere, Diet, Food, Life

New Year. New Blog.

Hey, everyone!

I’ve been absent for longer than I’d cared to be. The holidays are generally a busy time in my life, so I was a wee bit preoccupied with that as well as other family matters.

How is everyone’s new year so far? Off to a good start, I hope! I’ve decided to go into 2015 with a healthier outlook on life, and thus I’m beginning a journey into dairy-freedom. I’m starting small, however, and only cutting lactose out of my diet right now. Baby steps. 🙂 I need time to warm up to the long list of foods I will no longer be able to eat once I go dairy-free completely. There are alternatives, of course, but rather than a drastic change, I think titration is a better method. So, that said, I will gradually work my way into being dairy-free. It’s a change I’m excited about, and I want to share the adventure with you, so I’ve started a food-themed blog called Foodsmith! Check it out and follow along if you’re as much of a foodie as I am. Aside from my dietary changes, it will also be home to anything and everything food-related: recipes, foods I love, product reviews, restaurant recommendations, etc. There are so many awesome food blogs out there already, and for the longest time, I didn’t want to add to the list. But I’ve recently delved into the world of Pinterest, and on it I’ve pinned so many delicious looking recipes and things that I want to try in the kitchen, so I just couldn’t help myself any longer. 😀

I will still continue to update Wordsmith, of course. It’s not going anywhere, and I’m excited to see where blogging will take me this year!

What have you all resolved to do in 2015?

Posted in Inspiration, Life, writing

Lifting You Up

When you get home

you’ll look back and say that your path was worth its rocky terrain

even though you wore backless shoes

and cut up your heels

you’ll know nothing you did was in vain

While en route, though

you’ll struggle to see that you shine

albeit caked with dirt

and your eyes will become mouths

to the rivers that flow down to your jawline

and drop off onto your shirt

You’ll decide your roots are all you want to know

because they’re where you were comfortable

and you’ll try to go back

but when you turn around you’ll find

that the wake of your path

has turned to black

propelling you forward

You’ll question whether where you’re going

is even feasible to reach

but you’ll shake the thought

due to the warnings you disregarded

and the trust you will have breached

But if there’s anything I’ll have you learn

before you’re past the point of discretion

it’s that ‘home’ is not a destination

but rather a direction

and along your way

the things you see, the things you say

matter just as much

because they’re the means

and the end

is as far off as you want it to be

and maybe even not in sight

Posted in Life, Musings

Ruminating

Childhood is brilliant. You’re amazed by the simplest of concepts and able to play pretend so vividly that it’s reality for you. You’re not yet at an age where anything matters for more than a few minutes…no worrying about how you look, why (s)he never called back, deadlines. No anxiety surrounding overwhelming debt, or difficult tests, or which direction your life is headed in. Not a care in the world beyond your imagination. I understand it’s a stage, and one that inevitably ends. But are we really meant to pull a complete 180 and grow into these amoebic, money-hungry robots that live by rote and value the personal lives of others above all else? What happened to the beautiful nature of finding amusement in simplicity? Where has it gone, and is it lost forever?

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

–Pablo Neruda

No Other Way of Loving

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

–Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

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