Appearances Can Be Misleading – Post Five-Hundred-Ninety-One

I’ve thought a lot lately about how appearances correlate with how we view ourselves to act towards others. We dress a certain way to appear a certain way towards another. For example, some people dress to appear laid back, or like the ‘everything rolls off my back, no worries’ type of person. Is that true to ourselves, though? Are we dressing according to how we truly act, or are we just making an appearance?

You see a prim and proper lady, and assume she’s a prissy type. You see the more ‘hipster’-type, and assume that they have no worries, be happy. Most times, though, they are the opposite of their appearance. There are so many layers to each of us individually.
It’s kind of interesting, to be honest. To think about which layer we choose to broadcast more vibrantly, and how sincerely misleading it all can be.

Au revoir,

Gigi 

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Ghosts – Post Five-Hundred-Ninety

Woman and Baby with Ghost(s)

I sometimes wonder if the ghosts of yesterday replay. Does each memory, each moment we experience, replay itself ceaselessly? Do we have ghosts of our memories walking down the streets through us, with us? What about the memories from before our time? Does time ever truly pass, or are we just a motion, memory, moment replaying itself, ignorant to the fact that we really aren’t experiencing this for the first time, but for the hundredth. What if this is why we feel that sensation that we’ve been here before, done this before. I’ve seen you smile here, in this moment, this lighting, this room, at this time and particular moment before I reached it. 

How silly my thoughts can be.

Au revoir,

Gigi

P.S. Photo found on flickr.

Spread Love; A Choice – Post Five-Hundred-Eighty-Nine

Every day I have a choice. I have a choice to spread one of two things: Happiness or sadness. Patience is love, love is kind, kindness is filled with patience for the wearisome. Tolerance is a choice, not a skill. Love is a choice. Patience is a choice. Everything is a choice.

Our choices are a reflection of our thoughts; a reflection of our priorities.
It is always one way or the other: Me, or Them.
Who is first?
Love is not selfish. Love is not self-focused.
Every day is a choice between self and love.

To focus wholly on oneself is sadness. Sadness is linked with selfishness.

I want you to be happy just for the sake of being happy. Kindness makes one happy. Patience makes one happy. It brings joy.

What do you want to bring to one’s life? Happiness, or sadness?
Each choice you make spreads one or the other.

Make a choice, right now.

Au revoir,

Gigi 

Bewilderment; Myriads of Visions – Five-Hundred-Seventy-Eight

A many splendored thing,
We slept through a daze.
We gathered a thought
and ran with the ghost.
What ghost, you say?
The ghost of what we thought used to be,
But truly never came to pass.
A many splendid thing,
In regards to what could have been,
Beyond yesterday, it seems,
Is a mystery of what we dreamt of being.
We? We dreamt? How wonderful it must have been.
To dream, I suppose.
I wouldn’t know; all I see is darkness.

Au revoir,

Gigi 

 

Whirlwind – Post Five-Hundred-Seventy-Seven

Life is a busy whirlwind of colors. Sometimes you’re a vibrant yellow, feeling as if nothing can stop you. At other times, you’re grey all over. Every once in awhile, after life has thrown too many stones, you’re a bit red and green, with maybe even a hint of blue. It’s interesting how vast our lives can be.
I feel more like a spinning wheel every day; Life decides to throw all sorts of colors at me every chance it gets. I’m like God’s promise waiting to be fulfilled, waiting to show the world that I’m never going back there.

Just let me get past my There. Open my chest, and you’ll see all the dull, dangerous colors God has replaced with beautiful ones. You’ll see the vast rainbows God has filled my soul with.

What a beautiful image.

Au revoir,

Gigi

 

P.S. Inspired by T.

For a Moment, I Thank You – Post Five-Hundred-Seventy-Six

For one moment, I thank you.
I thank you for that glimpse of your eyes.
That one moment where I saw your smile.

I thank you for that breath of air,
That sweet, sincere look in your joyful eyes.
I thank you for letting me see what I felt
Mirrored in your own expression.

For in that single moment,
My strength was replenished,
I could breathe freely and easily,
I could run mile upon mile if need be
I could do anything, if only for you.

So thank you,
I thank you truly and dearly,
For that simple glance,
That sweet, joyful smile,
Is just another reason
I can breathe once more. 

Inspired by a glimpse from you.

Au revoir,

Gigi

Am I Amidst a Dream? – Post Five-Hundred-Seventy-Five

Am I amidst a dream?
Have I somehow refused to awake?
And if I have,
Will my awakening reveal what I fear most?
Or will I just feel deeper amidst your eyes?
Your solemn eyes,
How full of life,
How silly to have assumed
The opposite of what you felt.
Those solemn eyes,
Unopen, yet trusting.
How could I have missed
That solemn glimpse
Which revealed how dear,
How dearly you wished,
To be amidst a dream. 

Au revoir,

Gigi

Life Is . . . A Smile – Post Five-Hundred-Seventy-Four

Oh, dearies. I do apologize. I’ve been so wrapped up in my goals that I’ve left Red behind in the dust the past couple of weeks. I know, it’s dreadful.
Forgive me? I have so much to share with all of you. New observations, imperfect adventures, and beautiful snapshots of wonderful moments.

Another reason I have yet to post on the blog is that I haven’t had a moment to upload one photo. Not one. They’re collecting, slowly, on my SD card.
On the other hand, I have wonderful news: I have a temp job packaging food that will last me through January. God is wonderful. I also have 3 photo shoots coming up. Two of them are presents for dear friends, and another is a free senior shoot for a wonderful girl that I kind of adore with my whole being.
I can’t wait to share all of these photos with you. Hopefully I’ll have a chance to breathe and use my computer to show you all the wonderful things I’ve discovered back home.

I’ve dreamt of the possibility of a you and I,
I’ve pondered the opportunity of a Tomorrow with you.
My heart skips at the thought of your eyes,
It produces a fluttering sensation at the touch of your fingertips.
I’ve wondered at an “I do”,
And I’ve deeply thought of a “good morning, my dear,” next to you.
And, my dear,
I must admit,
That the only logical explanation is this:
I see only you.

Au revoir,

Gigi