S is for Seasons

Seasons is everywhere, its what makes the world turn into a perfect white blanket, to a beautiful flower meadow. Without the seasons the world would just be a boring sphere that never changes. The four seasons, winter, spring, summer, and autumn, are all different in every way.

Winter
I rush outside into the perfect white world, my precious skates in my hand. The frigid cold air surrounds my body as I pull my coat tighter around myself. I fall back into the snow and a mountain of snowflakes fly up around me. I sigh as I take in the engaging seen around me, the usually jade green Pine trees are now covered in a frosty white blanket, the snowflakes that are falling are beautiful, so delicate and perfect, each one different, a masterpiece! A golden beam of sun hits the snow around me and makes it glitter like a thousand diamonds. Wow I really do live in a Winter Wonderland! I slip on the supple leather of my skates, soon enough I am gliding along a smooth perfect pond. I feel like I am flying with the wind in my hair, not afraid to fall. I pick up speed and jump into my perfect triple lutz. When I land something happens, my ankle gives way and a scorching pain fills my throbbing ankle. I scream in pain and land with a SMACK! on the freezing, and hard ice. It feels like someone set fire to my ankle from the unbelievable pain coursing through it. My vision blurs from my tears turning everything around me into a gigantic blob. That is when I black out........
I fall in and out of consiencness as I try to make sense of my surroundings. Finally I see a bright orange flame in my fireplace, I look around and that I am wrapped in a soft blanket, my leg is extremely bandaged. My mom comes in and explains to me about what happened on our pond, that I sprained my ankle, and that I can't skate for three weeks. Then she hands me a cup of her Belgium hot chocolate. I take a recharging sip and feel the rich, creamy, and warm chocolate run down my throat.
A couple weeks later.
I am at the top of a huge ski hill, the chilly wind whispering through my ears. My ski's are on as I take a look down at the horrifyingly high ski hill. I can feel myself hyperventilating, The snow seems to be extremely slippery at the moment and my ski boots little too tight, suddenly my body is freezing. I can't go back now, I take one last look down the terrifying hill take one last deep breath, my lungs fill with freezing air. And I push off with my ski poles, Wow I feel alive! I am going so fast and turning so gently on the soft snow. I suddenly feel rejuvenated as I pick up more speed. Suddenly my amazing journey ends just as quickly as it had begun. I am at the bottom of the ski hill now and I take off for the chairlift so I can do that refreshing run again. I wonder what I was so scared of!

Winter is always cold but their is so much to do! I love winter for many reasons that I just stated, stay informed for my next blog Spring in the Seasons Series!

LIFE LESSON: Winter is amazing, cold, pearl white and perfect!

I comented on Hannah's blog G is for green

D is for Dreams

I slowly walk into my bedroom and shuffle across the supple hard wood floor. I climb onto my luxurious feather filled mattress, and pull the soft silk sheets over my freezing body. My eyes are closing faster and faster soon I fall asleep and surrender completely into the dark unknowingness of my dreams.... I am sailing through a vast aquamarine blue sea in a completely white sailboat. The bright golden sun beats down on me and warms my back, I feel at peace, a mist of salty water flys up around me and I close my eyes. Suddenly the sun disappears and frigid cold air surrounds my body instead of moist and humid. The boat is going a little to fast, the once aquamarine waters are now a dark, ugly blackish-green, and the waves are tossing my graceful sailboat around it. The sky is filled with grey clouds and a big fat rain drop lands on my head just as the loud thunder booms through my head and vibrates my eardrums. I see the first flash of electric yellow lightning and I scream as my delicate sailboat splinters in half. I fall into the water just as the lightning strikes once more my head is spinning, I can't think, I scream once more and with a start my eyes snap open. I sit up and realize I am once again in my comfy bed, than I look outside my window and see a thunder storm passing through. It was just a dream, I think but how? I felt the sun warm my back and I was soaked with water.

Dreams are curious things that happen to everyone, every night. It can be about anything, usually it's about something that has happened to you, for example one night I was running through a horrifying house and someone was chasing me I fell down and I got stabbed in the stomach. I woke up instantaneously and had an enormous pain in my stomach. Usually dreams can be extremely vivid and in technicolor and you feel that it is actually happening. A perfect Analogy of what dreams are about is Hannah Kochuk's poem called "A Night Spent in Technicolor"

A Night Spent in Technicolor
I sleep with pencil crayons under my pillows,
So I'll dream in purple pinks and yellows,
Dreams aren't much more than lifeless moments,
left in flight of black and white,
Unremembered a fools delight.
In my slumber I dream in raw umber
Of brilliant butterflies,
across orange sunset skies
When my dreams become to much to bare,
When I'm falling in A pit of despair
I pull out my crayons, a color of tan,
Choose one more teal
Then drift along and forget whats real,
take this dream a chance to feel
Because I dream in technicolor

I like this poem for many reasons. For one thing it completely explains the allusions that dreams can make in your head, where it says "drift along forget whats real". Also where it says "Dreams aren't much more than lifeless moments" and "Unremembered a fools delight", it shows that you can't always live in your dreams, but you can always make your dreams come true.

LIFE LESSON: If you don't have a dream, how are you going to make your dreams come true?

Oscar Hammerstein

Special Thanks to Hannah Kochuk who let me borrow her poem to use it in my blog post.

V is for Veggies :)

They are a medley of tastes, colors, shapes, and sizes. Your mother forces you to eat them on a daily basis, but usually you pretend to. Of course I am talking about Veggies! Some are delish like carrots, peppers, and tomatoes. But some disgusting, and repulsive, that make me want to dry heave, like celery, asparagus, and brussel sprouts, ew hurl! The sickening snot color of celery, the awful acidy after taste, the disgusting taste of asparagus (no words to explain how sickening it is) brussel sprouts is just so stomach churning, disgusting, and nauseating, it just makes me want to scream and run away in terror when I see it's pea green and leafy complexion. But isn't it ironic how most of the disgusting and vile vegetables are green? No offence to lettuce but green is obviously a cursed vegetable color.
Even though some vegetables are extremely foul other vegetables can be delicious and refreshing, like tomatoes, the delicate crimson red skin being broken and sending a variety of sweat and sour, juicy tastes into your mouth. What I really like to do with my veggies is make a scrumptious, and refreshing salad. The lime green lettuce cold, crunchy, and fresh, mixed with an energizing vinagrette , and various nuts and sometimes fruits like juicy oranges and succulent pears. Nothing better or healthier than a nice cool salad to restore your brain power!

Even though I have accused some vegetables to be utterly vomitous, and gross, some people might think celery and asparagus are delicious or that tomatoes are disgusting. Because we are all different, I can't even think of a world where people were all the same it would be boring just like if vegetables were all alike, imagine if we had to eat asparagus for the rest of our lives, ew! So in a way humans and vegetables are completely the same, we are all different colors, shapes and sizes.

LIFE LESSON: Eat your veggies!!!!!

I commeted this week on http://hayleyisthebest.blogspot.com/ (Hayley's blog)

D is for Dance

It's rhythmic, flowing and beautiful, its dance. Dance can be described in many different ways but I like dance for the free expression, and the ability to be precise and flexible. People say that dance isn't a sport because their is no objective, but your objective is to be on time, precise, make every move the same as the other person. I like to think of dancing as a blooming flower, it's ever evolving, and changing, almost always perfect and exquisite. No flower is the same, but they can look almost completely alike, that is the same as in dance.

There are so many different types of dance from the usually Jazz and Ballet, to amazing traditional Chinese dances or Disco. The reason why most people don't think dance is a sport is also because it is not in the Olympics, hence people not truly feeling how it could be a sport. But since there are so many different kinds of dance, it would be extremely difficult for the judges to deliberate and it would take very long to get through all of the dances.

Dancing is also an extremely physical sport, you almost always work up a sweat. Usually if you go the whole dance class without a water bottle you would feel extremely light headed at the end of the class. I do 4 different types of dance: comp Jazz, Lyrical, Tap, and ballet. I love them all, Jazz for your extreme precision, stretching as far as possible and losing yourself in the song. Lyrical for its slow, alluring movements, and the ability to be free and let go. I like Tap for the constant claps of your tap shoes on the hard wood, the ability to make your feet make the loudest noises. And of course I enjoy ballet for the order, and the gracefulness.

But finally what I really have a passion for in dance is the costumes (of course). The bright coral pinks, jade greens, fiery reds, robins egg blue, almost any color you could imagine. The bright dazzling sequins that just makes you glow under the spotlight, and the big puffy skirts, short shorts, and dresses, just make me feel happy to dress up and get into the music. But that is really what dance is about, crazy costumes, losing yourself in the music, letting go, being precise, and on time.

LIFE LESSON: Dance is a beautiful ever flowing, ever evolving sport

S is for Showers

Come back from a grueling soccer practice dirty and sweaty. Walking inside you leaving a trail of dirt in your wake only 1 thing on your mind SHOWER TIME. Sprinting upstairs taking the steps 2 at a time fling open the bathroom door and bolt it shut. Its you and the shower now... STRIP, jump in and crank up the heat.

I am bombarded with the sprinkling mist and the fruity botanical's that are released into the air from my Aveda shampoo bottles. I am sopping wet now and reach for my bottle of no-frizz, extra glossy shampoo and lather up to make a mountain of fresh grapefruit smelling bubbles, rinse and repeat. My luscious locks are begging for more so I pop open my refreshing crispy apple conditioner, and lather up. instantly my hair feels silky smooth and I flip my hair like a Herbal Essences commercial. The waters beating down on me now like a waterfall and I feel at peace. Finally I make a grab for my olive green Avocado body scrub and bright blue loofah and I start to scrub. The luxurious cream runs down my skin and makes me feel renewed and refreshed. The humid, steamy, and moistened air starts to get to me and I surrender completely. Finally after my hands turn wrinklier than a pugs face, I angrily, get out.

The second that I step out of the heavenly shower, the suns rays beam through the window making my body glow and my hair sparkle like a thousand diamonds, I feel at peace. I run a comb through my hair, no need to though, my hair is already sleek and glossy from my crisp apple Aveda shampoo. I stare longingly at the huge shower equipped with extra jets, 3 types of body scrubs, multiple shampoos, conditioner's, and extra high pressure. Sigh if only i could spend a few more minutes in heaven, put more shampoo in my already lustrous hair, but I must resist. I need to return to the real world and not live my life in a shower.

LIFE LESSON: Stay Clean!