To My Sister

My dear older sister left for her first semester of college this morning. I will miss her immensely. I wrote this sort of testimony to her approximately a year ago, and I feel the same way today.

I couldn't have asked for a better sister to love me, care for me, and most importantly, guide me and help me along on the bumpy road to our destination of eternal life. She never ceases to bring sunshine into my life with her cheery grin and personality, her happy outlook on life, and her radiant voice which was quite often heard singing. She has a huge devotion to the Holy Rosary, and, sometimes, when we couldn't say a Rosary as a family she would say it with me, and those were some of the moments I cherished the most with her. We would have some of our heart-to-heart talks then, and I found praying with her such a calming, reassuring thing.

She would go to Adoration once a week with my dad, and one day, when I was 12 or 13, I decided to go with them, and I absolutely loved it. Now I never want to miss a week. I don't think I would have gone if not for her example. She has always given me encouragement and love whenever I had the nerve to go to her for it, and to this day encourages me in my faith.

She shows me that life goes on even after the passing of loved ones, and never fails to inspire me to pray more, to love more, and to smile more.

Faith

Faith

Through faith we sense, feel, and experience

A kind of tranquility and amity

Illumination and affirmation

That can only spark goodness

In the hearts and souls of each one of us

That can only inspire

The best things to occur

For it can only encourage, motivate

And bring confidence and certainty to any mind

Through faith, only the most valuable

And beautiful things will be found

Before we are finally struck

By the wonder of eternal light

A Blanket

A blanket, warm, cuddly, soft

Shared with a loved one

Becomes twice its original worth

Smile

A simple smile on a sweet face

Flashed to a depressed soul

An unexpected, drastic effect

Laughter

Laughter 
Shared with anyone
Friends, family, and strangers alike

As well as the best medicine

The dearest, most valuable pleasure

Holding On

I keep wanting to hold on to childhood. To my parent's strong embraces, protection, and love. I want to stay in my home forever. But I know that's impossible. I never want to leave home. To make my own life. To attend college. Work harder than I've ever worked before. But it's all closing in on me like a trap. Whether I like it or not, I'm growing up. Way, way, way faster than I ever want to. It's way too hard to let go of. There are moments, admittedly, when I actually want to and it's easy to grasp the idea of, but most of the time the thought of leaving home depresses me. I'm fifteen. I just have three years. I guess the best thing to do is just live in the moment, be present for right now, and enjoy every last little moment and thing I can before that time finally comes. 

I still have three years, after all. And I can't, shouldn't, spoil these precious moments, times, before they're gone. I'm fifteen. It's a beautiful age. I'm going to make it one for me. I'm not gonna let it get the best of me. Even when sisters have to leave for college. Oh Lord, I don't want her to go. I really don't. I know she has to, but I don't want her to. I love her ever so much. I will miss our intimate conversations and heart-to-heart, one-one-one, just-us talks unbearably. But I will bear it for her and for You.

Inside the Head of An Introvert

A favorite book and a good snack

Enjoyed in fine weather or in rain

An introvert’s favorite thing

Birds Squawking

Birds squawking and chirping on a summer’s eve

A sound ordinary to most

An extraordinary one to the romantic

Twirl

A girl twirling in a purple skirt

A sight sweet to the beholder

A picture begging to be painted

After watching my sweet little sister twirl in her ruffled purple skirt on a summer day last year, I was inspired to write the above. I couldn't find any pictures of girls with actual purple billowy bottoms on Pinterest, so here's an absolutely adorable girl strolling through the woods on a perfectly enchanted time of day, looking picture-perfect with her curly hair and put-together outfit. I want to paint something like this one day.

A Song

A song is infinitely powerful

A few words, a single harmony, a simple melody

A refreshed soul

Take Me To The Ocean

To The Ocean

Take me to the ocean
Where water collides with glittering sand
Where hungry feet eat their fill of sun-kissed substance
Where skies are open and vast
Where footprints and shells lead to safe havens
Where laughs were once heard and are heard once again
Where peace is felt and will be felt once more
To where skies are always blue even when they're gray

{pictures from our beach trip in July}

Raindrops

Raindrops, sweet, hollow

Harmonious, musical

Medicine for my soul

Soothing to my heart

Music to my ears

Beautiful in my eyes

Never stop loving me back

A Summer Night's Sky

A summer night’s sky

A smattering of peaceful, soft pastels

A beauty in anyone’s eyes

A Few Shells

A few shells on a picnic table

A pretty, summery image

A keepsake of dear memories

Not Just a Bird Feeder

A bird feeder, wooden, miniscule, subtle

A quaint, homely picture

More than just a bird haven

Dance Away

Dance Away

2.5.15

Graceful arms sway to peaceful melodies

Muscular legs work to create a pretty scene

As the music reaches the ears of the dancer

She examines the instructions of her teacher

And begins imitating her with care and attention

Gaining a sense of freedom and joy

Unknown to her before this moment

Throwback to November

Dull

Dull, empty, monotonous

Harsh, frigid, icy weather

My cold hands feel my warm face

November days make me nauseous

I'm Thankful

I’m thankful for beautiful skies

As the sun sets it illumines the world with a sort of light

Never seen before

I’m grateful for times spent inside

Baking blueberry bread, reading my choicest book, enjoying a piping cup of tea

These are the things that make my November bright

I'm Grateful

I’m grateful for new sweaters

For the warmth and happiness they give me

I love their thickness

Their color, their detail, how they flatter me

I’m grateful for November

I had mixed feeling about November last year, I'm seeing, as I'm looking at the quite-opposite-in-attitude poems I wrote about it. How about you? Do you love or hate November? Why?