The Little Things

Why is it always so difficult to return to "real life"? This real life that I've supposedly dreamt of and worked so hard for and should be grateful for? And I am. But then why is it so difficult? Why do I need another break so soon after this one? And after the next?

"Cheers!"

*giggle* *hiccup*

"this moment, this hour, this universe could not be improved upon"

"And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof."

First snow//

Decoration//

Protection//

In Celtic mythology, whilst the Oak was the controller of the light half of the year, the Holly tree controlled the dark, winter months.

Due to its resistance to lightning, it is associated with the Celtic and Norse gods of thunder, Taranis and Thor, and so was planted near dwellings to protect people from lightning strikes.

Druids believed the Holly tree to possess protective qualities, such as guarding against evil spirits and bad luck. Legend has it that bringing the leaves inside during the winter months would provide shelter from the cold for fairies, who in return would be kind to those who lived in the dwelling.

(source: https://thepresenttree.com)

Naya//

Today, chocolate factories, cobbled streets, castles.

Unexpected book haul//

Sometimes when I watch a television show or when I'm reading a book, I'll see a person from my life in a fictional character on the page or screen.

I'll see similarities in mannerisms, choice of words, in the way she picks up a ladle to stir a pot of soup. Eventually, I'll see that Ms. Fiction reacts to and handles rejection, making a mistake, winning a prize in the same way Ms. Real-life would.

And over time, I'll find myself liking Ms. R more or less based on Ms. F's behaviour.

"Ms. R is selfish like that too!"/"Ms. R would adopt a puppy too!"

So, then I must remind myself that they're not the same, that one isn't real while the other is. This distinction hits me hard because the two have amalgamated together in my mind. That fantasy has started to seep into my real world thoughts.

Can a bit of news turn your day around?

Can a buzz of your phone add a spring to your step?

Can a piece of blue sky be put into my pocket?