Cornucopia – As Promised

As I walked through the forest, it was impossible to ignore the beautiful surroundings. Trees whispered to one another excitedly as they spotted a new visitor; the sun peeked through their swaying arms to splatter the forest floor with its rays. The shockingly red leaves that fell softly from the branches collected on the soft green carpet down below. Plants fought for the sun’s affection – dainty little wildflowers shied away from the squabble, tucked away in small corners. I treaded gingerly so as not to disturb the tranquility I found within this place.

But something seemed amiss. I had no idea what it was – at least at the time. There was almost no wildlife around, but still occasionally I heard rustling in the undergrowth. It was an unusual mystery to me. But still I pressed on: those strange little events had no meaning to me while I was enjoying the perfect calmness of the forest.

I had no clue what was to happen next, as I strolled through the trees into a clearing. The grass here was greener and more lush, it had been left alone to do what it liked. No-one had been around for at least several years – no humans at least. There were some strange tracks in the grass. On closer inspection they revealed themselves to belong to some sort of horse.That’s funny, I thought to myself. Surely I would have seen any horses. And these tracks are recent!

Suddenly there was a great rumbling in the earth beneath my feet. Before I could escape, a huge majestic creature stood before me. Its powerful legs were topped by a strong, regal body which thinned into a elegantly curved neck. The head… its head was held up high like a king’s, with distinct cheekbones and deep, intelligent eyes. From the middle of the forehead there protruded a single, beautiful horn.

Of course, I took in the long, silken mane and tail. But I still couldn’t believe what now stood before me. A unicorn. It seemed as surprised to see me as I was to see it!

After a long silence, it was not me who broke it. “…You’ve found my clearing.” The unicorn had a soft, female voice. She was less annoyed than shocked that I had interrupted the peace of her resting place. “And you’ve found me.” She was disappointed – if she had not sounded so downright upset, I might have rushed off and told everyone of my discovery. But the deep sadness in her voice discouraged me. This creature wanted to stay hidden. What will she be driven to do to stay this way?

…To be continued.

Whew!

Sorry guys. As I have found out, doing a post every single day is hard.

That is good in a way; but it also means I have been abandoning this blog!

So listen – I have an idea.

Oh no, I hear you say. No no… do not think that! This is a good idea. I have also found out that a lot of people like my writing. Wonderful. Which means, I am writing a bit more seriously on here now. For my various musings and antics, visit the other site which I was caught up in.

If you don’t like my writing altogether, I’m sorry. Maybe these sites aren’t for you, then.

So anyway… Enjoy the new stuff!

I Found It Out!

Yay! I found out what cornucopia means. Mind you, it was a coicidence since I wasn’t looking for it… I just saw it in a different context and realised what could possess such a strange word. 😀

Yes, well. Shall I enlighten you about cornucopias? I rather think I shall.

The Cornucopia (for there is only one) is part of a Roman legend, the Cornucopia is also known as the Horn of Plenty. It is a Unicorn horn. It’s pretty simple.

This is a giant coincidence. I love unicorns, I have also found out about the “Sea Unicorn”, the Narwhal, which I am also feeling a pull to since I love the sea. I also feel a strange pull to the Romans, and of course myths and legends are wonderful things in my eyes. Fascinating, too… I must find a little bit more about this. I will tell you of my findings!

Stats, Sweet Stats

Well… I don’t usually look at stats. But today I realised the last time I checked that my blog hasn’t crashed and burned yet was sometime last May.

So I decided to take a look.

And the feeling that hit me wasn’t the depressed, “what’s the point” feeling but a happy, “OMG what happened!” sort of feeling. 😀

My views haven’t exactly gone through the roof, but we’re getting there. We are slowly filling a balloon – metaphor for my blog – with air (ok ok its helium.) which is, of course, my lovely readers. Yes, you!

Thanks so much for taking the time to read this post, to visit this site, maybe you’re even subscribed!

I should receive an award. Only a small one, for some websites have got into the thousands on subscribers; but an award nonetheless. I would be so honoured to receive it. I would thank my mummy and daddy. Yup, can’t forget about family!

I would thank my few friends who talked me into writing stuff, showing me that I actually really enjoyed it. And finally…

I would be honoured to thank my all-time inspiration to start blogging, the author doesn’t even know me but we share a name, her blog showed me the wonderful world of WordPress blogging! It is…*Queue dramatic drum roll and silence*… Emily, from Emily Eats & Exercises!

Well. It’s unfortunate you never noticed me on your blog. You led me to achieve great things (at least to me they’re great!) and I never would have done it without you, and also my random Google search. This search in itself was thanks to a video from someone – Oh no, I forgot who – but let’s not go into strange details

Thank you so much, guys! You, the readers, deserve the biggest applaud of all! *Cheer*

Emmy – Ego For My Worries

Have you ever made an alter ego who is your perfect self?

Sure. Everyone has. If you haven’t, you should seriously consider it. Takes a weight off.

Anyway, this post is short and snappy since I’m running out of time; I have the Sunday Night Blues. Yup, I’ve finally fallen prey to it…

And it sucks. Like, really ultra-sucks. Ultra-mega-holy cow-sucks.

Forunately, Emmy shall come to the rescue. My perfect self. Who I aim to be. She shall take over in the place where I spend over half my day, 5 days a week… Most of the year, I kinda forgot the number. Unhappily for me (the major introvert and loner I am) there are a lot of people in this place. Around 6000, we’re talking. I see all of them every day.

And it kills me. Slowly it is destroying my tender lonely structure. Right now I have to hide in the toilets on my breaks to get away from all those people. 30 of them are supposed to be my friends. Well, everyone else believes they are, but in truth: they hate me. Absoloutely despise me.

Obviously they don’t show it but I can see them whispering and laughing, and giving me that look. You might know it from school days, especially if you were totally unpopular, like me. The Better smile ’cause she’s looking, she can’t know we’re talking about her. Didn’t hide it very well, did you? Sorry to say this about them but, morons.

I mean, come on! But I digress. I shall not rage today.

My ego, Emmy, loves making friends. She has lots of them, and they all actually like her. She can proudly walk past those toilets on breaks.

I know I have lost my mind, and this does not help… But Emmy is my final hope.

Best of luck, Emmy. You’ll need it. 🙂

Random Ramble – Summer Days

As I slowly peel my eyes open I sense light trying to filter in through the curtains. I stumble from bed, feeling heavy as a cow in my thick nightgown. Drawing the curtains, light suddenly streams in; a new summer day has begun.

Quickly showering (and feeling the refreshing water run over my back and slithering down to my ankles) and getting dressed in a dress that is as light as a veil and as fragile as glass, I rush outside.

Sweet cool air rushes to greet me, and on the breeze is a scent of new beginnings. Birds are just beginning to awaken, realizing it’s daytime – their energetic singing and dancing in their treehouses make me want to sing with them.

The thick clouds realize that their work is done and drift away… slowly as if reluctant to go. I see them and, after waving a final goodbye for the day, I remember a dream of sleeping on those clouds. I woke up in that dream to find I was soaring on my cloud like a magic carpet and seeing the majestic sights of the world!

Energy swirls around my garden and it seems almost fairytale-like: slightly overgrown with flowers pushing out of the ground everywhere, and my old shed being gently caressed by ivy. The windows of this shed are dirty and I can barely see in. The excitement of what could be in there overwhelms me and I prise open the stiff door, looking inside….

Nothing. Disappointment rushes over me but I hope this will not stop me from feeling good. But is this a sign? My life could be an empty space waiting to be filled, the outside look of it being the potential, therefore exciting and inviting. But I need to harness the potential, the creative energy waiting to be used.

This is the magic of the world. Part of the meaning of life. Filling life with fantasticly brilliant people, objects and actions. Words, light, sport, invention, design, art, all must be appreciated and we must be grateful at how much these things positively influence our lives. But we must drive out the negative things, gently but firmly. Maybe then we can access the remaining portion of our brain we never tap into?

These thoughts have been very jumpy today, haven’t they… Starting off with a summer day and ending with the meaning of life. But thoughts go that way. Especially mine!

Anyway, I have news!

Yes, that’s right. Very important (at least to me!) news and I don’t know if you want to hear them. So if you don’t want to hear, or rather see, these all-important news… Well, turn off whatever your using to read it! Delete the email, turn off the internet, etcetera!

So… Back to those news.

Ah yes, thank you little ego of mine. You just hate it when I don’t get to the point. Anyway!! No more dilly-dallying. The news is….. (Drumroll please!)

I got my hair dyed! That’s right. Semi-permanent, berry red. About the colour of the writing. Well not really but…

So, I guess that’s it for this post. I will update you about my Jorge Luis Borges hunt. Promise. Just not today…

This post helped me to feel good. And, in the words of Aquatom, I do love to feel good!

Jewellrey – My Word Of The Week

You may think it’s an ordinary word, in saying it at least, but look closer at the letters; look closer at the form of the word…

Doesn’t it look strange? It looks a bit like someone just picked up a handful of letters in Scrabble and threw them onto the board!

And the other players probably thought – well, for one that this player didn’t have a clue of how it was played – but also they could’ve thought:

Hang on. We’ve been needing a word for all these bracelets and neckaces and rings we’re wearing. We could use this word!

And that was how the word jewellrey was made! Honestly, when I typed this word in the title, I thought I’d written it all wrong. I used spell check and when it said that my spelling was right, I typed it onto an online dictionary because I thought it was broken!

But anyway…in other news! I only found out a few stories he wrote… I’ll write three and count it as three facts!

Cheating, I know, but a lot of big things and changes are going on in my life and I am struggling to even find time for this blog! So anyway, here are three stories Jorge Luis Borges wrote. They are extremely random (just to warn you!)

So they’re just three stories that he wrote, but there are so many more. I was interested and searched for stories written by Jorge, I got a list and I think my eyes popped out of my head! Really!

Anyway,  go my lovelies, read some stories written by Jorge Luis Borges while wearing lots of jewellrey 🙂