The Dreamy and the Distressed.

I am loving that distressed, vintage-modern "look." It's not a look, I suppose. It's more of a feeling.  The kind where you walk into Anthropologie, take a deep breath, and feel happy and marvelous and lovely. The kind where you look at a sepia-toned photograph print of ripples from water droplets dripping into a glass jar, and can already smell the rain. The kind where simplistic meets dreamy, and dreamy meets distressed, and distressed meets... well, that is for you to decide. The kind of feeling where you open a much-loved-on, falling apart copy of Alice in Wonderland, and feel like a little girl again. The feeling where your Bible smells older than it looks, and feels more precious than the finest silks in the world. 

 It's breathless, it's alive, it's wonderful. 

It feels how cloudy weather makes me  smile more than anything else.  It feels like an old familiar song or hymn come to life. It feels like being in a Shakespeare performance.   It feels like holding hands with your best friends , and the comfort of sobbing on someone's shoulder. The warmth of my puppy's cuddles. Hugs from loved ones. The knowing that life will have its downs, but every corner is also a turning point from where I currently am. When I just want to escape the sad things of life, I read my journal. 

My journal is full of dreams. Happy dreams. Sad dreams. Dreams that I want to become reality. How I'm feeling will depend on what I've written. Old guitar music makes me think of what this fall could have brought. And then piano music makes me think of what this fall will truly bring. Dreams are like the furniture in my room. It is old, and has a distressed appearance. And as Anne of Green Gables said, rooms are made to dream in, not just to sleep in. No matter what hits my furniture, whether it be paint, paint-chips, adds to the beauty-- for me. All dreams will be achieved with bumps along the way. The end result, though, is beautiful. And the idea makes me breathless, alive, and wonderful. 

If all these things that I've listed make me happy, could it be that the dreaminess I'm speaking of is actually our inner  happiness?  My passion coming alive... that is my dream.

The wondrous world of simplicity beckons. 

I wish I could go backto  the place where I could become a princess , and no matter what anyone said, I could.

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