Love is Like Bare Feet on Wet Grass

I’m the sort of person to fall in love easily. If I allow myself to, I would fall in love every single day. I fall in love with boys and my soul sisters, my family and strangers, animals and Mother Nature. I see a beauty in all people and things, even people I don’t know (hello, the wise man on The Project on telly). I find that I can be loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way. That’s alright though, to love at all is a miracle.

I find that when I am alone and no one to complement or talk to or touch I think of the boy I love and who inspires me the most. The love that I have for him, and the powerful love that he holds keeps me warm and full and happy.

I’m a bit of a hopeless (and, ehem major) romantic and it is messy, really messy, but I wouldn’t have it any other way because I feel bad for the people that are scared of love.

If only everyone could love like this.

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Happy Weekend!

Brittany xx

Constant Reality

It’s been a while since I last posted. And honestly life has been full, but I also just haven’t felt like sharing my new realisation. I have written about something similar but I think that was just the tip of the iceberg of my realisation. I pray this isn’t a broken record for you, but that it hopefully makes you take a step back and  say, ‘Why am I trying to be this person that I’m not?’ It was rainy yesterday, I had finished playing with my little sisters enviously long hair, I had helped her with a school photography project (Computers suck sometimes) and I actually had nothing else to do. So, I sat down with one of my many note pads, you know the really cheep ones that are necessary for writers and creators but are so not pretty. Anyway, I started to blurt out everything I was thinking and in the end I looked at my crazy scribbles and said to myself, ‘I’m ready.’

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I’m not mainstream. I have always tried to be, because it was just easy that way, but I always come back to the wide-eyed-wondering-off daydreamer that I am. I don’t think that I will ever be able to fit into the box that my mum and nana keep with my name on it. I believe they hold it close to their hearts because they love me dearly and want only the best for me.

I don’t want to be in a box or a cage or a fenced off field! I want to dream up red wings of passion all of my own so I can tie them to ma body and fly where ever and when ever my soul pleases. I want to feel every emotion that there is… and still come back to love every time.

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My authentic self scares me a little because I’m not sure i will find a man that will be able to live with my sensitivity, uncontrollable urges to step outside to bare all to Mother Earth, my desire to constantly seek NEW and different, my single-mindedness when I am writing, or the crazy-healthy weird things that I feed my body. I worry that I don’t fit into my environment anymore, now that i have come to this realisation of… ME. Each day I stay here is a day lost.

I am a fish out of water!

So I am constantly itching to move overseas to Sweden, Germany, Tahoe (California), or place to accommodate my dreams of sustainable living because I would love to live in a forest.

I am not mainstream. I day dream constantly, I act out scenes for whatever book I am writing. I don’t know what it is like to be ‘normal’ anymore. I am constantly having people look at me weirdly or sound shocked because I have just told them that I don’t eat meat or processed foods / don’t use anything plastic / that the green juice and smoothie are both for my lunch because it is just one of those green days. I am constantly shocking people and while a part of me loves it, I want to be around people that reflect my life choices, and will be right next to me as I wash down that green juice with a equally as green smoothie. I do love being able to leave people wondering. Yeah, it will take me a little longer to find the right man, the right job, right, home, and the right environment and people… but that’s okay sometimes because I know know who I am and why I have never fit in.

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Brittany xx

The Moon, Mother Nature and the Truth

When I search for the moon I feel as though my inner child has come to the forefront and nothing else matters other than finding the moon in the sky. The power of the moon and anticipation to feel it’s healing presence forbids anything else from crossing my mind. When I step boldly and vulnerably into nature with bare feet I do so expecting nothing less than to be recharged. The dark and angry emotions that build up in my chest, shoulders and mind that make it hard for me to give my very best are pulled from me.

I will admit that I feel the most comfort and warmth when I am in nature. It talks to me, embraces me, listens to my fears and worries, and heals me. This scares me because Mother Nature isn’t human and while she can naturally do no evil or harm to man kind, it is so against my upbringing and what society says is ‘normal’ that I sometimes want to scroll and double tap on Instagram, find inspiration through Pintrest, study Nutrition, explore the internet for beautiful quotes, and watch movies (Love, Rosie … am I right?) instead of going outside. Or maybe I don’t want to admit that I have experienced more emotion and amazement while being totally present in Nature than I have with another person… well at least for a long time. Either way, what I am laking in human contact at the moment Mother Earth is picking up, and when I think about it too much it makes me sad.

If anyone else is in the same boat I will put out there the advice I am trying to give my introverted self, though I am proving to be too stubborn and annoying. Just go for it! Really! Whatever it is that you have been thinking about doing for so long, do it. say it, shout it, act it out…smoke signal it! Haha. Truely, the people that take chances and live out of their comfort zone are the ones others aspire to be. They both shock and amaze. I know that I would much rather be that version of myself rather than this sometimes fear-driven version. I am luckily comfortable, most of the time, with myself. My struggle now is just to get out of the comfy, warm, padded, and cloud-like world I have built.

Good luck, beautiful souls.

LAYLA
Had to put this picture of Layla in as well, because I just found her unique voice and songs and the photo is really cool. (click on it to check out ‘Smokestacks’)

Brittany xx