Headed for the beach with a backpack full of food. A good idea in theory, but in reality I just got a lot of sand in my macaroons.
These were worth staining my hands, lips, and favourite pair of jeans for.
“Search for the reason that bids you write; find out whether it is spreading out its roots in the deepest places of your heart, acknowledge to yourself whether you would have to die if it were denied you to write. This above all- ask yourself in the stillest hour of your night: must I write? (...) If you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple “I must,” then build your life according to this necessity. (...) Draw near to nature. Then try, like some first human being, to say what you see and experience and love and lose.”
-Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet (translation by M.D. Hester Norton)
I like having days to myself. Days where I have no obligation to anyone or anything and am free to do whatever I can come up with. I’ve always been a bit selfish that way...theres just something intensely pleasing about packing up as many books and creature comforts as I can fit into my bag, cramming some lunch unceremoniously on top of that and taking off with no particular destination in mind. Yesterday I wound up at the Moanalua Gardens and managed to befriend an outstandingly large tree, an impressively un-shy toddler, and about 10,000 ducks.
#okay it was more like 10 ducks#but it felt like more than 10#the little girl didn't have bread to feed the ducks so she was trying to feed them the leaves that were on the ground#needless to say the ducks were unimpressed by her offerings#I asked her if she wanted to share my bread and we became best of friends#it was great#moanalua garden#oahu#hawaii#tree#trees#picnic#yellow#cardigan#blackberries#tea#Rainer Maria Rilke#poetry#converse#converse all star