Isn’t it intriguing how language can have such a great effect on us?
And how our minds can process certain emotions in pictures and interpret what we see for us, on an emotional level.
This photo somehow made me think of the word ‘Resilience’. She, along with four other ladies, were cooking in this room that didn’t have a roof. It’s was just so interesting to experience it with them. So familiar. The feeling of women talking, mothers. It made me miss my mum in that moment.
I’m pretty sure you interpret it differently too. But when I explain myself, you get it. Right?
At different junctures in my persona, I find myself gravitating towards certain words.
Recently it’s been resilience.
At times it’s joy. Love. Strength. Beauty. Intellect. Class.
I repeat these words to myself as reminders – affirmations – whenever I get a moment of presence. They seem to be distant these days so whenever I do get one, I hold onto it as long as I can.
I enjoy the walks home from the bus stop. How the trees look when they catch the security light in their leaves.
I’ve noticed they’ve been blooming a bit more. There’s this scanty bush that has these fragrant little white flowers that fill up the entire area with a sweet, soft scent of a million flowers.
Yesterday I picked one and put it in my hair.
Tonight, I’m exhausted. But extremely grateful. I want to push harder. I want to be better.
I want to be great.