A Secret Garden - shhh!

I want to find my secret garden, but it's hidden and I lost the key. When I do find it I'll befriend a Robin and Dickon will help me grow the roses. We'll have gardenias and lythianthus and many animals to frolick around with.

I'll name the goat Beckham.

The Prelude to a Spring Tempest

I love the rain. Apparently so does the earth. It trembles in anticipation for the heavens to let loose, making the daffodils and cherry blossoms that line my way back home sway in pre-orgasmic bliss.

Suddenly my surroundings become quiet and I look up at the overcast sky. A raindrop lands on my forehead, like an open mouthed kiss. I can't help but smile. It's as if the weather is teasing me.

The Wind, poignant with Spring's fragrance, threads through my long hair, brushing it aside and trailing cold, dry kisses down my neck. It whispers into my ear sweet words of nothingness. It pulls back as I pass under an oaktree. It's gotten tired of me and leaves to play with a wind chime instead. I listen to the breathless tinkling sounds, my cheeks still flushed pink from the wind's chilly caress...

I took some pictures of my neighbor's flower tree. I'm not sure what it's called but it looked magnificent bathed in silver light.

Now I'm back home, trembling in anticipation along with the earth, the daffodils and the cherry blossoms, waiting for it to rain.

An Early Day

7:00 am - I wake up and the birds are singing. It smells fresh outside and it's still a little chilly from the nighttime shadows. I wrap my alpaca sweater round me and snuggle into it.

I make breakfast. Hot oatmeal, a cup of coffee and luscious strawberries. I listen to a robin and watch the morning rays greet my neighborhood. The little old man next door has come out to fetch his newspaper. I wave while sipping my coffee.

I'll be tottering off to university soon.

A Penguin as Big as Me

I have a friend who thought penguins were as big as her.
I wondered what kind of penguins she'd seen.

A Dance Partner

I went out dancing the other night. I hadn't meant to dance but the girls found a dance floor at the back of an uncrowded bar and dragged me onto it.

Then the boys came, prowling around our little dance circle. One of them took my hand, twirling me around and into his arms. I followed, deciding it might be fun. It was.

I love a good dance partner. They know how to make you forget everything but the beat and their smile.

My first time salsa dancing I had been clumsy but eager. My partner had been patient. If I messed up I would laugh - he seemed to like that, guiding me softly by the waist back into rhythm and grinning to himself in amusement. It had been a while since I'd met a man who knew how to lead while dancing. It was refreshing.

At the bar that night I danced hip-hop for the first time. The guy who had pulled me out from amongst my friends was light on his feet and knew how to move my body against his. Unfortunately my second partner wasn't as good as my first. He was drunk, so his mouth did the talking and his feet didn't. He wasn't interested in dancing, so I retreated back into my little circle of girls.

A good dance partner is attractive. If you are a man, knowing how to dance says something about you. No, not that you're a sissy. I can barely call capoeira dancers and tango dancers sissys. They radiate power. And any man that can dance radiates confidence. Confidence is incredibley sexy.

Read: Why Women Find Dancing Attractive or Jeanie Lerche Davis' Men Who Dance Well May be more Desirable as Mates.

A Welcome

A smile. A handshake. A kiss. A respectful bow.

Welcome.

No matter how you welcome someone, a geniune welcome will always be felt and well recieved. People will open up to you because you are inviting them into your life. Welcome them back and it will be the start of a beautiful relationship.

So welcome to my blog. Please come by anytime. If you enjoy simple moments and the joy they bring, I'm sure you'll find a home here.

Cheers!