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If I ever see an Eastern Bluebird

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I’ve never seen an Eastern Bluebird in real life but they make me feel something.

They remind me of the colour palettes that I wish I could live in.

If life were really in that old technicolor, and I ruled the world, there would be a lot of bluebirds.

Bluebirds also remind me of Alice in Wonderland (1951) when Alice lies down in a field of daisies.

Then I remember that I love daisies, and rich green grass.

The daisies and green grass remind me off the linoleum flooring my Great-Grandma Birdie had in one of her guest bedrooms. It was a vibrant green with little white fences and barns.

I slept in that room when we stayed at her house.

To my little self I thought that the blanket on the bed was the most beautiful blanket I’d ever seen.

It was all pink. The happiest, cotton candy pink.

When the light came streaming through the bedroom window in the morning I could have woken up in heaven and not noticed.

I reckon bluebirds, colours, daisy chains, sweet Grandmas, and pretty mornings make me happy because they slow me down a bit.

Slow.

Bright.

Quiet.

Happy.

So happy.

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And then I think of little Eastern Bluebirds.

What makes you feel alive?

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What makes me feel alive:

I asked for a guitar last Christmas so I could learn and I try to practice at least 3 times a week.

I started reading books last year and I’ve clocked over 100 hours on my (ahem…Jared’s) Kobo. I thought I hated reading.

I love to take pictures with feeling.

I love to create art that moves me.

I learned how to snowboard when I was 18 and it helps me not hate winter.

I learned to longboard when Jared and I got married. It scares me a bit but I love it all the same.

I love to find new music and make the perfect playlists in Spotify.

I write music and although I don’t even know if I would go to my own concert (unless it was free maybe?), it makes me feel badass and happy.

I play video games because they are the quintessential combination of art, music, and experience.

If my daughter asks me to jump in the lake for a swim, my unwritten rule is that I will because I don’t want to be the boring parent and let Jared be the only fun parent. I’m going to be fun, dammit.

I turn on music almost every day and dance like a freak with my babies. I hope when they grow up they know that they can be weird and fun around me, they don’t have to wait until I leave the room.

I get travel anxiety pretty bad, but I try to travel.

I guess this blog kind of means that I like to write.

I want to live, experience, and be.

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What makes you feel alive?