365 Days: Accomplished

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365 days. 365 posts. That was the challenge I set out for myself at the beginning this year. And what a year it has been. I have blogged for the entire year, once a day, through every up and down I faced-and I am so glad I did. It was a year of triumphs and defeat, depression and joy, tears and smiles.

I’ve learned some of the ropes of university, embraced a part of my identity that I had previously feared, landed my first ‘real-world’ job, and fallen in love. That is the broadest overview possible, but this blog encompasses my year of trials and successes.

It has been such a journey to share, and I have loved the comments and feedback I have received from everyone-it has never failed to make me smile.

In the New Year, I think I will be switching to a twice a week posting system, as every day did sometimes prove to be a struggle. But I’m not going anywhere-drop me a line to say hello or if you have suggestions for things you want to see!

May your 2016 be filled with joy and love and the best of luck 🙂

Happy New Year!

 

A Frozen Peace

The woods outside my door

Are begging me to plunge into their

Snow covered depths,

With fresh fallen powder 

To crunch beneath my boots. 

The still and frozen air

Is heavy with the silence

Of a thousand stifled thoughts.

My heart thuds quietly in my chest

And my breath fogs the space around me

Before being whisked away on the breeze. 

Fallen trees and hardy saplings 

Provide an obstacle course for my 

Hike among the bowing trees. 

Nature holds its breath

On the late December day,

Its furious frozen temper

Abates

And for a moment the world 

Is at peace

While I am left longing for the peace of your presence. 

Poetry Sunday: Christopher Marlowe

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe

Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove,
That Valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

 

And we will sit upon the Rocks,
Seeing the Shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow Rivers to whose falls
Melodious birds sing Madrigals.

 

And I will make thee beds of Roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle;

 

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty Lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold;

 

A belt of straw and Ivy buds,
With Coral clasps and Amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me, and be my love.

 

The Shepherds’ Swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me, and be my love.