Boring is beautiful

Toxic positivity is more then just pointing out the bright side, it’s also sharing only the bright side, it’s curating what you share to make it appear as though only happy days count, it’s sharing only your accomplishments and hiding your failures. Social media is a facade and I have to remind myself of that when I choose to engage. I appreciate those that share their hard days, their grief, their lessons learned, I appreciate those that paint a more realistic picture of life. I think the younger audience needs people to be real, to share that life is made of boring moments as well, and that those moments aren’t without meaning. I find in quiet boring moments I leave space for imagination and creativity, I fill those moments with books and art, or listening to an album from beginning to end. Moments that are not shared are often the most beautiful.

Where I find you

The girl, watercolour and ink

I began to see clearly

the small things around me

The spider weaving it’s web

The shades of a sunset

The raindrops gathered on the tips of leaves

I began to tune into life

The wind through the trees

The sound of the birds

I began to feel

The sun on my face

The ache in my chest

I look for signs

You were once here

You felt the grass

You watched the clouds

You witnessed the night sky filled with stars

In my quiet moments

I find you alive in everything

L.D

Winter

Winter, ink on paper by L.D

The world is still

The wind whistles

The branches bend and creak in the frozen air

Black crows cackle and it echoes over the snow

The steam from my tea cup

The warmth of the wood stove

the grey days of winter

The cold setting in, making life dormant

The light fades

And darkness arrives

It calls us to slow our pace

It calls us to quiet

It calls us to rest

L.D