My spirit is that of water, isn’t it? Ha, oh that would be fair enough, except for one thing.
I hate swimming. Drink plenty of the stuff though, intentionally or not. I enjoy water, but I think I prefer wind. I’ve always been interested in my spiritual side, and its potential. Even if its purely psychological, I believe that some parts of me can be harnessed, sculpted, released in the form of beauty, precision and strength. I just have to spend long enough finding them.
My ultimate, most desired way to spend my afternoon (besides with Ivy, of course) would be sitting in the middle of a meadow, or on some rocks by a stream or water source, and close my eyes in the sun. I would sit, cross-legged, or just resting my arms on my bended knees, and feel nature around me, within me. From there, I would reflect deep into my inner psyche, who I am, what makes me tick. I would discover myself, what I want, where I’m going, what’s beneath the masks I wear. Deep, deep down, what sort of person I am. Just reflecting on myself. Discovering all the shadows, sweeping out all the cobwebs, touching my soul for a brief moment.
Yes… it’s a nice feeling. I need to get to a park somewhere for a few hours.
PS: Chocolate is good.