My ideal, imaginary day would consist of mounting a beautiful horse  early in the morning after a sweet breakfast with a basket for lunch and riding her off to some quiet tree for sitting under. I would like to sit under the tree for a long time enjoying the unique enchanting beauty of early morning; the quite and the mist and the warmth and the cool and the sun. After a time I would then like to read for several hours, a warm and fulfilling book, maybe a favorite harry potter or something new, stopping only to eat. Then after coming to a nice stopping point in early evening I would like to stop and watch some more, maybe meditate a little and listen and observe the clouds as they chase the setting sun and the horse grazing nearby. Then I would like to return and put the horse away and eat dinner and afterwards drink hot chocolate in a soft candelit room and simply enjoy the pleasure and comfort of home and life.

Recycling!! Its good for everyone, I promise!

When I recycle it makes me feel good about myself and happy that I'm doing something for the wonderful world I live in. I also realize just how much paper and plastic gets wasted when I dont recycle, and it is a LOT. I think everyone should invest a little time in it because it is truly worth the effort and you can only realize it after participating in it.

Tired. Diappointed. Hungry.

Yesterday I went to the park to enjoy being outside and relax with my family a little bit before it was to start raining again. I swung for a little bit because I deeply love swinging and dont get to enjoy that very often. Afterwards I joined my family to see what they were up to. Some crawfish had fallen into a drain area and they were watching them, two really big ones, the size of my hands, and two tiny ones. My little brother and sister then decided to go pick them out and put them back into their mud. Unfortunately, one of the big ones got swet to the stream on the other side, but they managed to save the other three. It was both rewarding and aamusing because my brother, age 15, was scared of the crawfish because it faced him off with an attack stance and he freaked, but my 11 year old sister saved it anyway.

After that pleasant expeirience it began to rain a little harder and it was time to leave. As we were walking away I noticed a bottle under a table bench several feet away and I thought it looked like it had a sealed lizard inside, but I did not, or rather I just did not want to, believe that. But, I saw correctly. Some human had come to the park and locked a lizard in a plastic bottle and left it to die. I panicked at first because it was not moving and I feared the lizard might be dead, and if it wasnt for that fear I would have started crying. The lizard, however, was not dead and we managed to coax it out of the bottle and let it run to safety. It made me happy to see it run away because I just find animals absolutely fascinating and it was interesting the way the lizard ran.

Then late into the night as I was laying down and everyone else was asleep I thought again about that poor, helpless lizard and how I felt so amazingly lucky to have noticed something so out of the way and was able to save a life because of it. Still, even with the success of the event, I couldnt help but break down into tears at the thought of how absolutely cruel a person had been to the helpless, undeserving creature and the fear and possibly the pain that animal had to experience before I noticed it.

From this depressing and rewarding expeirience I learned that the idiocy of human cruelty seemingly cannot be helped, but by keeping your eyes open and being open and observant to the world around you it can sometimes be countered.

But it also makes me think of one other thing. When I was a child, some friends and I came across a snake in the shallow creek down the street and we decided to throw rocks at it so we could put it in a bucket and take it home. We took it to my house and my mom freaked out because it turns out what we were carrying was a still alive water mocassin. Now that I reflect upon that event all I can do is shake my head and frown at how completely brainless, unnecessary, and cruel that was, and to this day I really really regret doing it even though I cant take it back.

And with my previous transgression of life and yesterdays encounter with the trapped lizard, I cant help but ponder if it is just child nature to be cruel and brainless and without concern for another's well being at least once in their life? We were once born with the instinc to hunt, and therefore to destroy and kill, so before we are taught the rules and considerations of society, must we first release a natural call delivered to us from our most ancient ancestors? If it is only destroying ants with a magnifying glass or feeding birds rice, however cruel that may be. It would only make sense, I guess, even if it still offends the mind of the older and more trained adult that is taught to respect nature and all living things.

My favorite part of waking up every morning, now that I no longer haave to get up at 5:30, is seeing and feeling the bright early-day sun coming through my window to greet me and integrate me into the start of a new and positive potential-filled day! ^_^

If I could have a years worth of lessons in absolutely anything, I would choose to have them on nature and all the mysteries of how it works. I plan on one day living on my own for a year in a remote forest with nothing but books, writing utensils, and a cabin, and maybe a dog for a little assistance, so I can learn about the mysteries of this beautiful world without the distrations of civilization to steer in wrong directions or shoot down any abusurd ideas and theories I may come up with.

My favorite chore would probably be a toss between the kitchen and the bathroom.

I've grown to really like cleaning the kitchen because it can be done at the pace of my mood at the time, really fast or just leisurely. I have a very constant pattern for whatever I clean and I always follow that same pattern which makes cleaning easier better allows me to drift into my own world.

I like cleaning the bathroom because its small and easy to clean and because I'm so particular about how ir is cleaned that I cant stand to let other people do it.  It is also, to me, the secoond most "me" room at home. I like everything in a perfect and certain order and I enjoy cleaning at odd hours of the night/morning when no one is around.

One of my greatest strengths is writing. I've always been a good writer and when I was younger I once decided to write a story about a pony on my old typewritier that I was thrilled alwasy to play with. As I've gotten older I've gotten better at writing, especially since in my early teen years I wrote a lot more than I talked.

With writing I can fully form my ideas and opinions into a strong and noticable expression. I still have a little trouble exerting myself verbaly, although I've been overcoming that issue over that past year and I anticipate that it should soon cease to be an issue. But writing is a passion of mine that I can use always when words fail me. I use my writing skills mostly to write poetry and opinions and sometimes blogs.

I've always been a good writer as well, as if it isan inate ability that I have to help me stand out and to help me establsh who I am. Grammer and punctuation and words just all come naturally to me and I absolutely love arranging words into a peice of meaningful writing.

However, I have not written anythin in at least two months and it is really making me sad, hence why I'm here today writing a blog, my very first for this site. I'm currently on summer break and I am therefore left without any sort of writing assignment and it is really driving me crazy and causing me to fall out of practice, which makes my writing look quite sloppy and I do not like that. So, there you have it, writing is one of my greatest strengths as well as my creative outlet that needs constant attention.