The anticipation of a hello. The ambivalence of saying goodbye. That profound moment in time where two people connect–where your hearts collide. Upon arrival a lingering departure looms but you don’t think about it, as you haven’t made any memories yet. You unpack your bags and take a look around. Embracing the person in front…
Author: nicbea
a very curious lass with oh-so-much to say. this blog, a creative space for me and my words to play.
lost together.
As far as gap years go I was a late bloomer in filling up my backpack. And like every drifter with a dream the adrenaline of altitude shot through my veins stronger than a hit of smack. The tempting vices of an open passport, foreign port of calls and wild cultures left me in an…
traveling to the places to see the people that make your heart sing.
it has been one week and one day since i travelled from up over to down under. my arrival this time round was quite different from some six years ago. this time the land isn’t so much foreign as is the girl (me) landing on it. i’ve always believed that a person changes the…
of you.
with memories of you only to leave and then to meet you again that is serendipity
insanely courageous; beautifully brave.
living takes courage. i never knew what courage was until i got on that plane, went to the other side of the world. perhaps i always had it. but i never felt it. never embraced the self confidence to admit it; to revel in it. that was five years ago. i’ve been cultivating courage ever…
crazy heart.
i aspire to be a writer. i suppose i am a writer. i am committed to sharing stories; telling stories. literary vulnerability from my brain to your eyes. to read. to digest. to digress. it seems though that through my own reading — and research — i often come across a poet or a writer…
a diamond day.
i used to think that standing upside down was the most relaxing way to perceive the world; that cycling was the most playful way to glide through nature; that walking was the most intimate form of play. then i lived a diamond day. a day filled with a bluebird sky and a jeweled sun, curated…
sunday strolling.
today was a day to revel in the tundra’s beautiful cold. a day for dancing down main street while the banjo strummed in my ear. it was a day to see elderly lovebirds walk the frozen beach hand in hand. it was a day not to think but to be. it was a day to…
happy continuance into 2015.
and here we are New Year. bright beginnings fill the air, magical ambitions dance everywhere. there’s an innocence restored to our perspective on this life for we don’t know where we are going only from where we came. our hearts are already growing for we are no longer the same. we resolve to change this…
be bold.
i read something today that pushed me against a wall. that raw reality that i have lost my interest in writing. well not so much lost interest but stopped making time for it. too busy scribbling everything but my own thoughts. i’ve been thinking lots … just not writing. not at all. until now. the…
static confusion. 