Reflection

     As I woke up this morning, my mind drifted off as I looked at the sky. It was not the clear blue I am used to. It was shades of grey and had a slight breeze as if to tell me what was about to come. It reminded me of a poem I wrote and the symbolism in that poem and in life itself. The poem is called The Eye of the Storm.

The winds blow wild and fierce,

and in my heart I felt a slight pierce;

As the water grows rougher,

The bond with you gets tougher;

As we both watch the eye of the storm.

The waves get higher and higher,

Like walls built with desire;

As the storm breaks everything in its path,

You and I still stand in the blast;

For what else could we do but watch

Through the eye of the storm.

So as the winds blow all around us,

And the waves come crashing upon us;

We still stand bonded together,

for our love is the eye of the storm.

     I am not sure if there is anyone out there like myself, that finds symbolism in everything this vast world has to offer. Maybe its my imagination.... Maybe it is my thirst to learn more.... I am not quite sure what it is.

         I hope all have a blessed day and always look for the beauty in everything in your life.....

My Own Wonderland

     It has been too long since I last blogged. I have decided to give blogger a try since it seems much more user freindly then word press.  I have been busy with school, family and life. I will do my best to continue my passion for writing and cooking and share those with you.


     I recently had to write an essay in my composition class and I had such a wonderful time writing it. I feel people in today’s world do not use their imaginations enough. I love my little story I wrote and would love to share it with you. It is called My Own Wonderland.

     On a cold and dreary day, our tea party adventure with tasty sheep and an unexpected guest began. In the distance, we heard the laughter of the best dressed Alice we had ever seen. The tasty sheep that were magically made, looked at us as if to say don’t eat me. The Mad Hatter told us stories as colors danced wildly around us. On that note, let me begin the tale of my very own wonderland.


     As I entered a cozy outdoor setting, I could hear the faint happy laughter of a bright-eyed beautiful little girl. She was dressed in a periwinkle blue dress with her beautiful brown hair tied up in a satin white bow. Next to her was an oddly dressed man in a top hat, who was telling her silly stories, that made her laugh even more. As I journeyed closer to have a seat, I saw her eyes filled with excitement, as she anxiously awaited for our tea party to begin.


     As I sat down, the odd man introduced himself as the Hatter, and I could clearly see he had gone mad. He started waving his hands in the air, speaking in what seemed to be a language all its own. As he finished his funny little chant, fluffy white sheep appeared out of thin air. They looked as though they were just as confused as I was. They were made of spun sugary marshmallows and thin crisp buttery cookies, which were half dipped in creamy milk chocolate. In their chocolaty eyes, you could see them asking for us not to eat them. Despite their pleading eyes, the Hatter, little Alice and I sat there enjoying every last explosive bite.


     The Hatter began to take us on an enchanted tale, of when Alice last was in Wonderland and having tea with him. The beautiful colors of pinks and greens soon turned into wild reds, vivid purples and sharp blues whirling around us. He told us of the white rabbit, his ticking watch and how Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum would argue about nothing. He reminded Alice of when the evil Red Queen made Alice paint the elegant white roses into radiant red roses and how Chesire cat would vanish into thin air. The Hatter then danced around the colorful backyard to something that resembled an Irish jig with the spirited Alice.


     As the colors stop spinning around my head, I saw the Hatter busily working on his laptop. The strong-willed Alice was sitting coloring in her favorite book. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum wrestled on the floor, as Chesire cat basked in some sun on the windows’ ledge. As I left Wonderland, I am reminded that I have my own little slice of wonderland.

I hope whomever may read this, has a wonderful day and never stop using your imagination.