Sunday, April 17, 2011

I never claimed to be a poet.  This is something new for me and it's a little scary to post.  But sometimes in the middle of the night inspiration comes, and why not share the thoughts? Fashion is an art and art is so much about depth of emotion and expression of really everything all connects in the end.

It felt like I was drowning in a sea of chaos
Until I decided to become a surfer girl
I braced myself and ran down to the shore
ready with surfboard in hand

But funny thing when I reached waters edge
The waves were not even as furious as I had imagined
Actually the sea was quite calm.
Or had it always been?

Was my dread of its unpredictable choppiness unrealistic?
Did I expect the sea to be as placid as a lake all along?
Now that I was prepared, no, excited to surf the waves
They were suddenly gentle enough to float on, to only bob up and down...

Our fear feeds our imagination and reality is distorted
What is normal seems just awful
What is expected is not natural
We become our worst enemies.

The sea is never the same on any given day
This is natural and good
Now I just dive into the waves, the change, the beauty
Come practice surfing with me.

Have a wonderful Pesach vacation, enjoy all your blessings.


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  1. Beautiful words :)

    Hugs xx

    Camille @ Paris in Pink

  2. ahhh. so beautiful. Amazing post love. I attended a fall/winter 2011/2012 preview in Beverly Hills yesterday, swing by to see all the pics of heel heaven. xoxo