the blue sky she tested me!
one day as a thrill.
she shone down and through silver and pewter cumulus puffs she asked me one question;
Do you know the difference between a conviction and an opinion? she purred.
"Yes," said I. "I'll bottle the sky. It is my conviction to do so, I don't even need to try. There are those who would argue, with conviction even, that I haven't actually done it. But being so true to myself I know those opinions are only reflections of the opinionators themselves. You see, opinions are like mirrors, they reflect back to us what we truly are."
You think you are so clever don't you? and then she misted me with a light rain and rolled in her ominous dark cloud. She thought she could sway me, {she thought me too proud.}
"That is YOUR opinion," I stated with a smile.
As I lay back on that croaking frog grass while the rain fell in sheets to blanket me, I still held my bottle of blue sky {as a hope within a conviction sugared dream.} That she could never take from me. And I grew, as a result of that rain.
xoxo
Just beautiful.
Posted by: Courtney | May 17, 2011 at 02:38 PM
Thank you :-)
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Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 17, 2011 at 11:50 PM
love the photo, the gentleness of it, and the idea, and enjoyed your words very much.
Posted by: Monica | May 18, 2011 at 09:48 AM
You really know how to tell a story. Love the photo and your idea. A singular sensation.
Posted by: Cheryl | May 18, 2011 at 12:40 PM
I love your story
Posted by: deb taylor | May 18, 2011 at 04:22 PM
you slay me. this is absolutely gorgeous.
xoxo
Posted by: christina | May 18, 2011 at 05:21 PM
This is so tender. Beautifully expressed.
Posted by: Eva | May 19, 2011 at 12:50 AM
Gillian ~ slaying me again with your prose. Beauty here, in every word, your photo, and within you. xo
Posted by: bella | May 19, 2011 at 06:55 AM
Thank you Deb.
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Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 19, 2011 at 11:00 AM
Your words, your photo just make my whole soul smile. Lovely ... and i need to absorb some of that conviction and resolve ...
croaking frog grass ... i see and feel green!
xo Lis
Posted by: Lis | May 20, 2011 at 10:11 AM
Lovely, my poetic friend. xoxox
Posted by: Tara Bradford | May 21, 2011 at 12:12 PM
Beautiful words from my beautiful daughter. Love you!
xox
Posted by: ~Sheila~ | May 22, 2011 at 01:49 PM
Your words and picture are pure poetry!!! So wonderful!
Posted by: Jenn H | May 22, 2011 at 03:51 PM
I see you there growing...
love you
Posted by: Lrmanz | May 22, 2011 at 10:30 PM
u2 Gem...much love xoxo!
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:40 PM
{{Tara}}
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:40 PM
Love you {{Mum}} xoxo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:40 PM
Thank YOU xo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:41 PM
i'm all about my convictions lately, and letting myself freedom of expression...!
immunity to the opinions of others is entirely liberating...at one time they ruled my every choice, governed my every thought...what a waste of time (and now my time is better spent creating, loving, wandering the earth....)
xoxo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:42 PM
Bella, thanks a million. xoxo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:43 PM
I'd bottle it if I could. Some things should be bottled like...
fox whiskers with snow drops,
black magic markers with satsuma oranges,
defiance with sandalwood,
expression with patchouli & storm clouds
afternoon naps with antique silver charms and neroli
xoxo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:44 PM
Your comment has me singing and swinging my cane and top hat!
...every little step she takes....!
xox
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:45 PM
Thank you so much. Do people call you Mon? Like on Friends? Love that moniker. :)
xo
Posted by: Gillian daSilva | May 22, 2011 at 10:46 PM