Ode to Siblings

A few days ago, I had the pleasure of working in a classroom for children with special needs. It was a small classroom, with no more than ten students, which allowed me to get to know the students on an intimate level.

Halfway through the day, at an assembly, a little boy came to sit by us, specifically by his twin sister in the class. For the few hours I had been with her, she had spent her time dozing comfortably in her chair. When she saw her brother, she lit up brilliant. Suddenly, she was laughing as he played with her hands and smiling each time he looked her way. When his class left, he kissed her cheeks, and scurried after his peers.

For the remainder of the day, he would duck in and out of the classroom. As he finished his work, his teacher would allow him free time to spend with his sister. They would giggle together, sharing secrets and smiles, until he had to return to class. He would kiss her cheeks again, and as he left, she would follow with her eyes. She would sleep until his next visit.

This brother and sister have a  pure and unconditional love for one another, one so deep that I couldn’t help but reflect on my own life. I realize how lucky this girl and I are, for we both have caring big brothers, always looking out for us, making us smile, and  protecting us from harm.

So, to my big brother, on his birthday, thank you for loving me so unconditionally.

The Dancing Needle

NeedlesRecently, a record player was added to our collection. Although I have always loved music, this was my first time interacting with this old and pure technology, and I was instantly mesmerized.

The unadulterated voices suddenly had such depth.

The soft whirring was like the click-clacking of a roller coaster, building up anticipation.

The needle danced with the music, adjusting when necessary, accentuating melancholic lows and boisterous highs.

Why did we ever abandon this?

Best Friends are for Nagging

One of my dearest friends has returned for the summer, and one of the first things she did was nag me:

“You need to post on your blog more.”

When I responded that I wasn’t posting because I wasn’t taking many pictures, she simply said, “Well, then take more pictures!”

So, yesterday, for the first time in a while, I pulled out my camera for a beach adventure.

As per usual, she was right.

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She knows my good side.

We (I) had a fantastic time exploring every crook, looking for crabs and other shore life, while adjusting ISOs, F-Stops, and focal points.

I cannot wait to see how the photos turned out.

And to you, my dear sweet friend, thank you for encouraging me (like always).

Walkin’ in England

Our family dog is a Siberian Husky, whom we fondly and endearingly refer to as “Big Stupid.” He naturally requires to be taken on walks quite regularly, and although he has now moved back to San Diego, I am sure he misses walking through the English countryside as much as I do. Today, a rainy and gray day that is reminiscent of the English summer, I miss it especially. So, here are some of my favorite photos to remember my time by.

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Arches of trees
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Watching a dog and his owner
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Bram, an Irish Wolfhound
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A trickle of the River Kennet
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My favorite short-cut to town
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A directional post.

Spiraling

Circles.

Perhaps the most comforting shape, circles are, to me, a symbol of perfection, sohprosyne, and even patience. I have never been able to draw a perfect circle, but, as this article argues, it is impossible; instead, it is just the idea of the circle that drives us forward.

Taken at Schloss Rosenstein, the below photo of spiraling branches is not a perfect circle. However, it shows nature conforming to laws it itself is unaware of, like mathematics and science. As the branches frame the valley of houses and farms below, as they curl into and over one another, the idea of the circle is captured.
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Maybe one day these trees will curl into a circle. Maybe they won’t. Either way, this moment of spiraling beauty is one that I wouldn’t trade.

The First Monday of the Year!

New Year’s Resolutions are awful.

No, really. Hear me out.

We pick some arbitrary day to turn our lives around, when in reality, by February 1st, many of these resolutions will have been broken, forgotten, or both. Also, this date is one on which we’re supposed to make resolutions. There’s too much pressure, especially with social media, to resolve to accomplish something, and then post about it, all the while knowing these will more than likely fail.

The basic idea of self-improvement is one that I whole-heartedly support, which puts me in a wonderful paradox (plus, I’m hypocritically posting about this on the internet).

Instead of making a resolution on January First, though, I chose today, the first monday of the year. And, instead of calling it a resolution, I am setting a goal for myself. One that I can’t post about. One that I must practice internally.

Simply put, it is self-love.

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This is Lou. Although she isn’t the world’s most glamorous dog, she has a beautiful spirit, one which I seek to emulate. She doesn’t care how far I throw the ball, as long as she gets to bring it back to me. She doesn’t care what time I wake up or come home, as long as she is there to greet me. She doesn’t care what grades I get, if I burn dinner, if I swear, if I don’t accomplish everything I set to.

She just wants to love me.

This year, I want to love myself as she does.

We’ll have to see how it goes.

What about you? Did you set any resolutions? Do you need a little more self-love in your life? Tell me about them below!

Mikala's musings and photograbs of life.