Okay, now to the great part!
I believe in ghosts and angels and demons and heaven and hell. But, sometimes I get so busy with life that I have those grown up blinders on. The ones that only worry about children, bills, jobs or lack of and keeping husband happy through the worries about money, yard work and .... money.
I was reminded on Sunday of how much I love cemeteries.
Serene and calm. Sometimes sad and yet very beautiful. I find it amazing how many different ways people show their respects for the dead.
I like the angels. They were children's graves and it saddened me, but it didn't feel tragic. The angels were there and obviously they were very loved to have such beauty surrounding their resting place.
A balloon flapping in the wind with the combination of a bare tree and a full one....well, it spoke to me. Gave me an idea for a story. Because this is how I think. How I really think when I'm not thinking about motherhood and being a wife and...whatever.
I didn't get any closer to these as I didn't want to intrude on the family you see arriving in the back ground. But this scene gave me an additional scene to my new story idea from the picture above. I can't wait to go back at sunset and see what kind of pictures I get.
This setting also spoke to my teenage self. The one that dyed her hair purple and read tarot cards. We talked that day and it was wonderful. She reminded me of how hopeful I always was. My downs were awful and tragic, like any good teen, but I always tried to stay positive. Optimistic that it would get better. She also whispered a secret in my ear that I was actually a very successful teen. She asked me to list all the things I used to get so passionate about. Angry about. Ready to change. She told me to change.
You know what...I'm going to listen to her. What about you? How is your day going? Voices in your head? Teenage self bothering you? Got new inspirations? Tell me all about it!