Speck

I am small. Zoom out and I am a speck trudging along terrain that stretches for miles. In the beginning I was all alone. Then another speck came along and I called her friend. The years went by and eventually I encountered many specks. Some of them stuck to me and I held onto them. For some I came close, but then they would turn away, at other times they came close and I would turn away. And many I did not meet at all as they went along their way. Some made me laugh, some made me cry, each one taught me something new; How to dream, how to love, how to go on with my life. I learned about emotions, about mind body and soul, about the world I live in. My world belonging to so many beautiful things dazzling all around, but along with the good, of course comes bad and the fate of destruction.
A speck is a delicate thing so small and fragile, so weak, so anonymous. And as quickly as one appears one vanishes. The speck is erased and forgotten. We may notice a disappearance, but after a while we realize it is only a speck, it is only a speck. In some places in the world specks will attack others saying that they are different, falling upon them and forcing them to vanish. We are all specks, we are all small, we are all the same. We don't want to vanish.

You Can Touch Perfection

I always turn to the person next to me and say, "Look at the sky". They look up for a second and then the look in their eyes tells me, "Yes, smart one, if you look up you can see the sky..." There's just something about the colours of nature. They kind of fill my soul and I just can't get enough of it. They're so...so...genuine. I can analyse a peice of grass and people think I'm a nutcase.

This picture that you see is from a national park called Killarney, just a little peice of heaven that I had the chance to experience. Nature's true beauty filled with luscious greenary and gatorade blue waters (acid lakes). Six days with two changes of clothing...I did bring six pairs of underwear though (that, I was willing to carry). No toilet, No hairbrush...No soap. I survived, and it was all worthwhile (including the shower I took when I got back).

Look at the sky. "No one person controls those colours. No one person created them, or could ever change them." And that is something that each and every one of us should appreciate. The yellow and orange that greet us each morning and the purple and red that put us to bed.

We state that nothing is perfect. We never seem to notice that there is perfection shining all around us. Stars shimmering across a black canvas sky. A scarlet red rose peeking through the garden gate. Perfection is so close to us that we can see it. We can even touch it, feel it.

So see it, touch it, feel it, and you'll know..............it's there.