A Walk to Remember: Vincent Van Gogh, Intro

Alright so I’m trying this sub-series within the main series about Van Gogh.  My overactive imagination needs to go somewhere!

I fell asleep one night and woke up face to face with the heavens and the stars.  I was lying on my back as one usually does when sleeping, but I wasn’t in my bed.  I seemed to be on the ground.

A spider had crawled up my body and found a resting place on my cheek.  I shook it off quickly, or rather, I gave a yelp and shot up from the ground waving my arms like
a lunatic.

The spider dropped and scuttled away to look for a new resting place.  I could imagine it laughing at me.  I hate spiders, I mumbled, as if anyone were around to hear me anyway.  My voice echoed eerily among the dark silhouettes of trees that were all around me.  

A cold breeze blew my long hair back–wait! I stopped my thought process which was running away with itself again.  Where was I?  I turned about.

The hard dirt felt cold and uneven beneath my bare feet.  My hands swept the open air as I craned my neck upwards to a darkening turquoise sky.

Reasoning that no one, not even a lost person, should stand in the middle of what appeared to be a trail in the middle of a grove, I started to walk.   Maybe the other way is the right way? 

It’s funny how when one neither knows the circumstance nor the consequences right and wrong seem rather unimportant.  There was a rustling behind me and spinning around I came in collision with a man.  We both yelled in fright, both of us falling backwards.  The packages he was carrying sprawled out on the trail.

“Damnit!” cried the stranger.  I could feel my heartbeat racing.  All the warning signals about men were going off in my head.

“S-sorry,” I stammered moving backwards.  The man reached out and grabbed the tail of my shirt.

“Wait, who are you?”  Was this guy for real? I snatched my shirt out of his grip and found it covered in paint.  An artist?

“I’m lost, I think,” I said cautiously.  Things were beginning to become clearer and yet more confusing at the same time.  “Who are YOU?” I asked, trying to assert fake confidence.

By this time we had already gotten up and straightening up his back, he adjusted his jacket and extended his hand, “You can call me Vincent.”


Versatile Blogger Award: Introductions

Thank you Riley!

A gust of words often sum up the postings on this blog and I sincerely appreciate all of you who read them.  This week’s spillage comes with a blessing and a clause.

Thank you so very much to Riley at http://smilesnomatter.blogspot.com/ who has nominated this blog for the Versatile Blogger Award!  Riley’s blog is an inspirational and beautiful creation designed to bring a little joy to others in spite of the circumstances, no matter what.

That is the blessing.  The clause is that for this award one must list 7 interesting facts about herself (or himself). So, I suppose that this post will be a sort of re-introduction.  I think it’s about time.  Alright, here goes!

  1. It has recently been made clear to me that people who need people are, in fact, the luckiest people in the world.  These words sung by Barbara Streisand have finally rung true.  Today as I was falling slowly into a surreal stupor, permeated only by the change in daylight, I grasped around me trying to find a foothold in something, anything.  By grace a classmate spotted me and pulled me out of the blur.  My greatest aspiration is to give people around me hope. 
  2. Spelling is so hard!  I can spell most words but when it comes to doubles and plurals I’m as brilliant as the pumpkin that has lost the enchantment a fairy godmother at the stroke of midnight.  I have recently learned how to spell the following words: tomorrow, occurred, access, referred, trichotillomania, and banana.  Yes, banana.  
  3. I will spend all night lying on the cold, damp grass looking up at the stars as they shine between the mist of my breath in the night air.  Star gazing is a beautiful activity and I love love love it!
  4. I am a perfectionist.  This is both a blessing and a curse.  Everything takes an unbearable amount of time.  As a direct result I procrastinate until the last minute so that I will have no time to go back and redo all my work.  On the upside I’m really good under pressure :p
  5. Art is a gift from Heaven.  I am a lover, admirer, and advocate of art.  Spending three hours learning about the art trade’s evolution after the discoveries of Pompeii and Herculaneum is what a fantastic day looks like for me.  Frida Khalo was one crazy, brilliant, tragic, and amazing woman.  I’ll probably be talking more about her in the future after Van Gogh in my 500 Days of Van Gogh series.
  6. My favorite poet is Rumi.  His words are like an expression of the feelings I have that I cannot express.
  7. Making friends is difficult but I am always on the search for a kindred heart, as Anne of Green Gables would phrase it.

To accept the award, all you have to do is follow these rules:

  1. Display the Versatile Blogger Award on your page.
  2. Tag the blogger who nominated you.
  3. Nominate deserving bloggers.
  4. Let your nominees know you’ve nominated them.
  5. Post 7 interesting things about yourself.

Here are my nominees!

1. Art For Nothing

2. dweinberg415

3. bluebellina

Call it What You Like: Autumn is Here!

Aspen trees in Colorado!
Aspen trees in Colorado!

Autumn! Fall! Season of changing colors ! Mass insect death! Call it what you like but this is the time of the year in which I and possibly others experience a paradox in regards to the changing of climate and settling down into winter.

Fall has always been an attractive season for me. A break between summer and winter, fall feels almost as though Mother Nature holds the world a little lighter as she shifts it in her hands between the seasons.  The trees are changing color and I can’t wait for that glorious moment when they have all donned orange, fiery red, and light tan attire in an ultimate finale, resplendent and defiant against the coming winter.

I’m pretty far away from Colorado right now, and I can only imagine how the fields aspen trees may look.  I’ve never been a lover of the mountains (did I just say that?).  If they kept their distance, then I of course would keep mine.  However, I guess I just never took the time to simply enjoy their beauty.  While autumn on the east coast is nothing to take for granted, this is the time when I have the fondest memories of home and growing up.

Everything is a blur of dried leaves, crisp air, and my mom’s purple and green winter jacket that she would wear whenever

Almost autumn in Virginia!
Almost autumn in Virginia!

we went out for errands.  After she had finished her to-do list we would often end up near this Mexican restaurant.  Clasping the tails of her coat we would enter in together and sit all the way at the back in our usual corner booth.  From there she would proceed to tell me the same story she always told about the booth.  Before me there were my cousins that she had helped raise.  Every Saturday morning when my cousins were with my mom, they would go to the restaurant, sit in the same booth, eat donuts, and build little houses with the sugar packets on the table.  While I never got donuts (bummer) I am a pro at sugar packet houses and will order an enchilada, three tacos, and a guacamole tostada every time I go.

All that sentimentality aside, I hope to make room for new memories and experiences.  Remember the good times, make way for new ones, and live each day as if it were infinite.  Have a great season! <– aye that was pretty much the point of this post, no more, no less 🙂


P.S. Thanks to Riley at smilesnomatter.blogspot.com for the Versatile Blogger Award nomination.  It means a lot.  I’ll keep you guys posted!