Close your eyes. Go back to the time when life was simple and summers were long. Remember what it felt like to lie on your back, sunshine kissing your face while white puffy clouds made their way across your field of vision. Your biggest worry? Not having read a single page of your summer reading assignment. The most immediate worry being the sound of the ice-cream truck and remembering your mom and dad aren’t home yet and you have no money for ice-cream. Amongst other worries, you haven’t seen your pet iguana in days and you’re afraid it might no longer be in the garden. Just thinking about all of this brings a smile to my face.
Fun fact about me: I am OBSESSED with clouds. I mean tire-screeching, pulling-over-on-the-highway-to-take-a-picture kind of obsessed. White, puffy clouds are happy clouds. They come in all shapes and sizes and are the best for shape-guessing. My description for anything soft and fluffy is “cloudy”. G (the fiancé) always laughs when I say the towels/comforter/mattress/slippers and the buns at Gigi in Midtown are cloudy. Angry, steel-colored skies are also awesome (unless there’s a hurricane coming, in which case I become a basket-case). I find it especially beautiful when white clouds meet gray ones and it isn’t raining yet; it is black and white imagery at its finest. Then there are the best kind of clouds. These clouds often are often shapeless and expand across large portions of the sky. They don’t last long, forcing you to stop and really take in the sight because you don’t know when you’ll see something like that again. These kinds of clouds remind me of my humanness and of everything that is beautiful in the world. God speaks to me in many ways; I especially feel him when the sun starts hanging low, breathing fire into the clouds like Daenerys Targaryen’s dragons. It is a colossal explosion of pinks and purples and shades of orange. If I could bottle and sell what I feel when I see a cotton-candy-colored sky, I would be the richest woman on earth. My goal in life is to see as many pink sunsets as possible, in as many different places of this beautiful planet.
You probably think I’m crazy (which I am) and all the lead in my lipstick has finally made its way to my brain. The truth is I’m a little disappointed in life and in some people. My grandmother who is like my second mom was just diagnosed with kidney cancer and while I know it’s not earth-shattering, it is nonetheless a bomb that was just dropped into my world and not having experienced this sort of thing before, I am trying to make sense of it all. With that sentence I have officially become that girl who writes about her problems which is something I did not anticipate when I started my blogging journey almost a year ago. It’s not a call for attention. It’s not a call for sympathy. It comes from a deeply rooted desire to connect with others which IS why started this blog in the first place. I am a firm believer in the power of energy and prayer. If you’re reading this and you believe in this as well, please add my grandmother to your prayers tonight. In the meantime, I will continue looking up at the sky, looking for signs in the clouds and chasing cotton-candy sunsets.
Stay fabulous, my friends.