Rainy Days

It's a thinking day. One of those rainy, grey days that pushes you to sit and reflect. And all of those thoughts brew, and sometimes steam. Like the mug of tea sitting on the counter.

And when all that steaming and brewing is done, I can just sit. Sit and realize.

Realize:

Some things are meant to be. But some are not.

Timing is everything.

If you don't jump, you can't fall.

A good friend is worth more than their weight in gold.

Thinking of you,

Miss M

The Gradual Disintegration of Disharmony

I fell apart,

empty pieces

scattered over the ground

No one--left

pick up.

abandoned.

perhaps they will crawl back to reality,

so wait. just waiting.

weighted down,

nothing moves:

at least

until

encouraging nudges

change the course,

like the earthy movement of a river

pushes gently

this microcosm of universe

back to:

Peace.

Smiling through the Farewell

image via here

This is it.
the bittersweet ending
of goodbye,
leaves tears on my face,
warmth in my heart,
for the memories we felt.
the Truth may be
that we forget what we did
but we will always remember
the friends
we spent life's simple moments with.
the thing is:
life is not about grand gestures,
it's about little kindnesses.
To be perfectly honest:
I am not ready to let go.
And yet somehow I walk on.
step by step.
and manage to smile.

Lost for words.

Words that cannot
capture
this moment
that was yesterday.
lost on my tongue.
sunlight sitting in my hair
there We were
I closed my eyes.
It was too beautiful
to stare.
Warmth spread
through me
until I laughed
at the wonderment of it.
All of it.

Joga Bonito

So I just realized that I have never talked about soccer on this blog. Which is incredibly weird because it used to be my life. A little more than a year ago, my life was: eat, sleep, play soccer, repeat(with a little studying thrown in for more hectic-ness). Anyway, I loved it. I still do. But I no longer have time for it to be the focus of my life. My energy is no longer expended on the beautiful game of eleven versus eleven for a 45-45 game. Instead, my energy has started going to making my jeans not fit, to studying for stupid tests, to worrying about boys, to building lasting friendships. And yes, of course these things are important, and yes I absolutely love my life right now. But every now and then I get thinking and….sometimes, I feel like this giant hole has been left where soccer used to be. It was such a big part of my life that without it, I sometimes feel like I am missing a part of myself, one that I left behind when I became a college student.
Today, when we played our intramural game, it felt so good to touch the ball, to be a part of a team, to push a girl down because that ball was MINE(and it didn’t hurt that we won 3-1). I connected with that old passion, that old fire, and it felt wonderful. I wish I could live it, breath it, and step into my favorite version of myself everyday: the one that is one-quarter of an inch taller in cleats. When I step onto that field, I want to win so bad it hurts, I want to tear every opponent to pieces, and most of all I want to play beautifully. Joga Bonito. Play beautifully. This is the message I take from soccer into my world today. Because Joga Bonito doesn’t just apply to soccer, it applies to life. And if I can do that, if I can live beautifully, then I am truly living.

Good Game!

Miss M