Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.
But I sighted the distant horizon
Where the skyline encircled the sea
And I throbbed with the burning desire
To travel this immensity.
I battered the cordons around me
And cradled my wings on the breeze,
Then soared to the uttermost reaches
With rapture, with power, with ease!
By Georgia Douglas Johnson
La Isla Bonita with Madonna. This song represents my childhood and early teenage years (8-14). I have spent many hours miming this song in front of the mirror. My poor parents had to here on repeat for hours and hours… When I was 14 and had at last managed persuade my parents to leave me home alone when they went to our cottage, I put this song on full volume and danced around the living room. I had the greatest feeling of freedom at that moment. When it got dark that night that feeling changed to sheer terror..but that’s another story. Put on the song and dance with me : )
This week I could not choose just one Quote…
” When Life gets hard, remind yourself, that diamonds are made under pressure ” Unknown
” Outside of the comfort zone, Is where the magic happens ” Unknown
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season.
May it be with Enya. 12 years ago I listened to the soundtrack Lord of the ring and read the first four Harry Potter books during a weekend. And I fell madly and completly in love. Hogwarts forever ❤❤❤
” People may not always tell you how they feel about you, but they will always show you. Pay attention. ” Unknown
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.