Swimming With Sculptures

 I found these beautiful photos on one of my many blog hunts. They are so stunning, almost like sculptures. They look like Micheal Angelo carved then from cold blocks of marble. 

I love them. 

Hope you enjoyed a swim with these statues.

All my enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger

A Few Moments

As I sit in my kitchen, watching my sister slowly decline in awake-ness as my mother tries to remember her facebook password, I am acutely aware of life. Quiet moments like this always inspire me to think nostalgic philosophical thoughts. Most turn out to not be that impressive, shall we see how this one turns out? I think yes. 

(me being happy about lat night blogging)

I am aware of life in regard to moments. 

Life is divided up into moments and we are allotted a certain number of them. These moments can be as short as one millisecond or as vast as a decade. Moments can happen within other moments. They can start on their own and end along with dozens of other moments. What I mean to say is, these moments of life are rather unpredictable.

On the day of each humans birth, in fact the very second of our first breath, we are handed a sub conscience notice that our moments have begun. We are not aware of these moments tell we are more or less in our pre-teen years(understand that age is relative, if you were aware of your moments long before the age of six or long after 52 I will not consider you weird). After this epiphany we don't do much with the knowledge until we have another epiphany(which equals a moment) that moments are important. 

That is where I find myself at in the present. Me writing this blog post is, in fact, a moment. Moments came to my attention while I was watching TV. Late at night, I realized I would have been better off sleeping rather then staring at a show I did not care about. My thought process took me along a winding trip with many detours(I made some new imaginary friends) until I came to the conclusion that I wanted to only spend my moments on what was worth my moments. 

I have always wanted a full life. What better way to achieve that then spending time on what is worth my while? 

 What is worth my while are the things I love. Drawing, friends, dancing, thinking, reading, sleeping(which I should be doing right now). Those are a few of my vast collection of delights I have. I want to spend my moments on things like those but I often find myself listlessly surfing facebook or... well, mostly facebook. 

So, down with listlessness! Down with passiveness! I want only the interesting, the uncommon and the passionate! Go Life!!


I am now alone in the kitchen. My mother and sister long been asleep, but I type away and hope that this blog post will be worth the moment you take to read it. Thanks for indulging my socratic thoughts. 

All my moment made enthusiasm, The Bursty Blogger. 

Girl In Progress

I hate being ignored.  

I wanted you to know this not because I want you to never ignore me, but so that maybe you could forgive me for it. 

I have always found it necessary to strive for a full exotic wild life so that people would be interested in me. Having everyone fall in love with me is not a bad idea in my opinion.  It's either love or bust for me.  

And I don't think 'everyone' means 'everyone in the entire world',  just everyone in my world.  I love the people in my world. I want so bad to make them happy, to simply be with them always. To know I have hurt them hurts me. It means their love is not justified, I have failed them.  
This is a very selfish thing to think. Who likes to be ignored? I am not unique because of this. 

Whats more, I know I am loved. 

You love me for who I am and what I do. I am not saying this because I want to brag but because it is the truth. I can think of many people that I can always be sure of loving me. But sometimes I look at the pieces of myself, like a clumsy bright sort of puzzle, and wonder why.

All I can think of saying is thank you. Thank you for grace. Thank you for forgiveness. Thank you so so much. 

I want you to know that those times when I say or do something that shows you just how broken I am, it is your love that puts me back together. I don't even care if that is cheesy. I know I will brake again and I am sorry for that.

 My sister says that we can always start over again tomorrow. I am sorry it can't just stay fixed, that we do sometimes have to start over. I am sorry for the times you are disappointed in me. I didn't mean it.

I am just a an insecure girl in progress. Thanks for loving that girl. She loves you back with immense loyalty. 

All my humbleness, The Bursty Blogger. 

P.S. Welcome back to Tallis In Wonderland :)