End of March

There is a little galaxy over my head, in a little corner of the bed. It feels nice here. I can curl up with books on my knees and words in my heart and it feels comfortable and quiet. It feels a little like Christmas too.
I miss winter. I can feel it stirring at my heart, calling me over an ocean and continent. my canadian winter filled with snow.
I try to close my eyes and imagine there is a storm raging outside, and when I'll wake up tomorrow morning everything will be white. It's the best thing, you know? I remember when I was young, a morning mommy would call me and wake me up from my delicate slumber, I would stumble through the kitchen, half asleep, half awake, and I would smell it, before even seeing it. The snow. I would run to the patio doors, stick my nose to the cold glass ans smile and smile and smile. Take a deep breath. Snow. Snow! Covering everything, the pool, the trees, the yard, the forgotten toys. It is the best kind of magic.
But instead I cuddle with SleepyBear, and he reads me Pooh stories. I like the ones with piglet best. and I always cry at the end.
I want to write poems to.
I was just thinking earlier, all warm and cozy, and the most beautiful little poem popped in my head. It filled my heart with joy and wonder. But by the time I got a pen and a paper, I had forgotten half the lines, and then it just wasn't the same.
So I took some pictures instead.

I feel very self-conscious about self-portraits. It's very hard for me not to delete them. I feel silly and ridiculous. My digital camera is not very good either for that sort of thing.
I will go to bed now. The stars are calling.


A crown of stars to light up the way


When I am scared and insecure and feel all fragile and small and breakable, he always tells me: "Be brave, little Piglet"
And I am. And I am.



I like to lie down in milky ways.

I hope you all have a wonderful night
xxx

(p.s. some people asked me about why i didn't like 500 days of summer, you can read my answer...okay little rant, HERE. Just scroll daown a little. also, if you feel like leaving a secret, or story or asking me a question, don't hesitate. It makes me ahppy and keeps me company. I promise to answer. I do. I do. )