Rooted Deep For no good reason; I have always been stubborn. Not necessarily in an angry or bored way, but maybe because I am scared. Sometimes, I feel like a plant, rooted to the ground. It won’t budge, till you pull really hard. Like the time I was on the high dive, at the pool. The dizzying height. The way my toes curled around edge of the board, which seemed to reflect the sky above. I remember falling, at first in fear. But then, delight swooped around me, like a gentle spring breeze unleashed. The excitement of the drop erased all the worry and dread, and the cool water with the tickling bubbles brought me back to where I was. Somewhere else. I was on the white sand of the beach, and the blue, blue ocean sparkled with flecks of gold. I gazed out, watching my sister weave in and out of the waves, like a little fish. “Come on!”, my sister called. Her voice carried over with the wind. I refused to walk over,and I stood straight, up, as though it would convey …show more content…
The butterflies in my stomach had become dragons, tumbling inside me, clawing ferociously at the sides of my stomach. I nervously peered around. My mouth felt taped shut, and my eyes were drawn to the floor. Just then, a girl with beautiful, brown hair grinned at me. She seemed so carefree and bright. Fighting the urge to simply shove my hands deep into my pockets and hide under my hood, like a turtle coming out of its shell; I smiled back. A moment of understanding passed between us, a seed which bloomed into friendship. I’ve learned that sometimes, you have to let go of those feelings rooted inside of you, the feelings holding you back, and give way to new experiences. Because I tried the high dive, I was able to feel the delight of the wind whooshing past my ears. When I look back on these memories, I realize that I had nothing to loose, only to gain. When you get a chance to try something, go for it. Don’t let the roots hold you
She turned her face seaward to gather in an impression of space and solitude, which the vast expanse of water, meeting and melting with the moonlit sky, conveyed to her excited fancy. As she swam she seemed to be reaching out for the unlimited in which to lose herself.
I wasn’t even outside but I could feel the warm glow the sun was projecting all across the campsite. It seemed as if the first three days were gloomy and dreary, but when the sun on the fourth day arose, it washed away the heartache I had felt. I headed out of the trailer and went straight to the river. I walked to the edge, where my feet barely touched the icy water, and I felt a sense of tranquility emanate from the river. I felt as if the whole place had transformed and was back to being the place I loved the most. That day, when we went out on the boat, I went wakeboarding for the first time without my grandma. While I was up on the board and cutting through the wake of the boat, it didn’t feel like the boat was the one pulling and guiding me, it felt like the river was pushing and leading me. It was always nice to receive the reassurance from my grandma after wakeboarding, but this time I received it from my surroundings. The trees that were already three times the size of me, seemed to stand even taller as I glided past them on the river. The sun encouraged me with its brightness and warmth, and the River revitalized me with its powerful currents. The next three days passed by with ease, I no longer needed to reminisce of what my trips used to be like. Instead, I could be present in the moment, surrounded by the beautiful natural
The gentle early morning breeze blew across their faces like the whispering winds sway the trees. They had been walking all night long, and finally made it across the border. My mother’s hair was ruffled up, her nose had a steady trickle of blood running into her open mouth. She grunted softly as she lifted her hand up. Tears streamed down her eyes. She knew she had finally made it to her destination.
The wind was stronger and the breeze whipped Leonna’s hair around her face. The noise of the breeze around her ears sounded almost like…..whispers of words, in a language long
“The mermaid swam with her prince toward the beach. She laid him in the fine white sand, taking care to place his head in the warm sunshine far from
Time froze as I stepped off the ledge. The sound of laughter and screaming could no longer be heard. Everything was silent and still, except my stomach. The activity of my stomach was a new feeling to me. It seemed to drop at a faster speed than the rest of my body. I waited for the water the bring a refreshing rush through my body, but it seemed to never come.
Instantly I tripped over the edge of the table and collapsed to the ground. With my face down on the floor I was embarrassed, thinking to myself I just missed my chance with this girl. The crowd of people laughing like they were at a comedic show, a baby soft tap embraced my shoulder. I looked up and it was not the person I was expecting. There she was with her hand held out I was startled as she whispered h...
I just got home from the vet, except this time I came home without my best friend. I pull my legs underneath me as I sit down on the edge of my bed. Through the large windows across from me, it’s overcast, and the puffy grey clouds grow darker over the ocean. The water stirs as the wind coaxes the waves to grow bigger. The swells build as they move closer to shore. Watching the waves crash on the beach and draw back out, over and over again is meditation. Memories of taking Dakota down to play on the beach come to mind; he loved going down to romp in the waves and chase seagulls ever since he was a puppy. If he hadn’t gotten sick, he would still be out in his favorite place.
new experience, whether I stick it out for the duration or not. Maybe I'm flaky by nature, or
Once we arrived there, I can remember the brisk breeze blowing against my face. I could see the cheerful sun rising and greeting everything it could touch with its rays. The air smells like Spring time fresh grass and crisp lake water. I could hear the leaves shaking and the loud whistling of the wind. The peaceful lake was like a mirror reflecting everything it saw.
There was no longer a trace of distress, ache or affliction lingering inside me. Instead, I was filled with a sense of peace, unity and neutrality. She was in front of me, I could rest my hand on her shoulder, on her face, on her being. I could feel her silky, velvet like skin. When our eyes caught up with each other and met I could tell she was
I finally arrive at the cabin, in amazement; something this beautiful sits so far back in the woods. After admiring the cabins for several minutes, I walk up to the door and gave it a light knock. The door opens and to my surprise, a beautiful brown hair, blue eyed girl was there to greet me. Her hair glistens in the sun, like fresh silk. Staring into her magnificent blues eyes, reminded me of the ocean. Smiling as she told me to come in, I entered the cabin.
I stood there in amazement. A tingle surged throughout my whole body. It was a rush of excitement I had never felt before in my life. When my eyes hit her angelic little body, they froze and I couldn't think or acknowledge anything else around me. The world seemed to stop, hold its place in time, just for that perfect moment. While she slept I stared at this precious little angel. My hands quivered as I slowly reached down to touch her little fingers and feel the softness of her skin. I ran the tips of my fingers very gently across her smooth face, and right away, I fell in love. Then my brother said, "I can wake her up so you can hold her." I was ecstatic, I was finally going to meet her! As I held her, I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes and knew instantly that I would love and cherish her forever with all my heart.
Obscenities screamed were ringing in my ear, “make it stop,” I sobbed through the tears. The night that brought me here was over, yet echoed in the distance of my mi...
From a very young age, I imagined my first love being my last. I had a picture-perfect image of "princess charming" taking me far away, and never bringing me back. What I did not predict, however, is that I would meet my princess at age fifteen, an age far too young for a love so powerful. From my first encounter with this princess, I knew that I had found my first love. The sensitivity and respect she showed me was unparalleled by any other girl I had ever met. Though our romantic connection was not instantaneous, we immediately became close friends. When we finally began to date, my life morphed into the fairytale I had always dreamed of. We complimented one another perfectly, and we seldom quarreled. The one time we truly fought, we resolved our i...