Oh hey there! (Imagine me waving at you over enthusiastically.)
Who am I? Well I’ve been seeking the answer to that question for about quite a while. Life is all about the quest of finding your real self among the thousand reflections of who you think you are. Isn’t it?
I’d describe me as that woman with messy hair and dirty feet who belong to the wild flowers and shooting stars, who listens to the gentle breeze with her toes dipped in the sea.
Fire in my veins, moonlight in my heart and art in my soul, I look at this sham shallow world with an unbridled spirit. With a tenacious enthusiasm for music, life and the planets, I own my blissful path and the sanity of my soul.
My story is filled with shattered pieces, terrible choices and ugly truths. But it also got the essence and grace that probably saved my life. I carry both peace and storm in the vaccum between my bones and blood. I am both the lighthouse and the hurricane.
Always the spirit who seek to live life with full volume and verve, I am offkey, mismatched, cosmic and boundless with a strong passion for the magic that lies beyond the impossibles. I’m that gypsy soul who loves to wander off into the woods and forgets to come back.
Find me in the old bookstores with a curious face,in the empty cafés sipping my strong brewed coffee and playing with an adorable precious munchkin on the table beside,or in the rainy streets dancing to the songs in my mind, in the beach during the sunsets when the sky is painted gold, in the hammock with a cigarette talking about my dreams,or at a campfire in the misty cold nights humming to the music of the guitar played by an old man in ragged clothes,maybe at the mountaintops early in the morning watching the sun wake up peacefully and howling into the air letting the universe know that I am living wholly.
Or find me on the full moon night hanging over the stars or amidst the ice cream clouds or on the tree tops eating mangoes. I might as well as be running behind the squirrels in the park or admiring the dandelions in the plush green lawn or maybe petting a lovely dog in the neighborhood playing with it’s chew toys. Find me cuddling with the souls in pain for I never let them shed tears in solitude. My shoulders are always out there for the ones to lean on and breathe deep.
I’d be in front of a breathtaking church lighting the white candles with mouth wide open marvelling at its architecture brilliance or out there on a bridge counting the fish in the water. Oh look! I’m at the railway station looking at the objects in front with one eye closed and then the other and getting excited about the parallax. I’ll be after the moths and butterflies tracking their path of flight. Or lying down on the land watching the deep blue sky and the gradual movement of the clouds around the globe and measuring the relative motion of each layer of clouds. I am the girl exclaiming at the jet trails over the pink sky on the lazy evenings.
Search for me walking barefoot in the muddy waters, or chasing the flock of pigeons or picking up and painting pretty leaves from the ground. I’ll be that woman on the beach picking up the sea shells one by one and trying to catch the waves as they hit the shore.Or I might be right beside a street artist focusing on his art and appreciating his talent and crying over the artwork with tears of pure joy.
Find me in the winery near the farmhouses crushing the juicy grapes sorted out in bunches, or maybe in the porch in your backyard counting the ladybugs or between the pine trees blowing bubbles with a hat on. You can look for me amongst the pretty blossoms which remind you of how serene mother nature can be.
I fall in love with the sweet little things and the the simple happiness they provide that remind me that life doesn’t have to be complicated to be beautiful.
I am a vagabond who runs away when I sense that the world wants to hold me tight and keep me safe with it. I collect stories and lessons from everyone around and remember them for life. But oopsies! Really sorry that I cannot belong to anyone of you. I only belong to the orange skies and lavender fields.
I have my own madness and I hope one day this madness will find you too.
~Sasha
Wandering Sasha 