Feb 9, 2014


“There is such a place as fairyland - but only children can find the way to it. And they do not know that it is fairyland until they have grown so old that they forget the way. One bitter day, when they seek it and cannot find it, they realize what they have lost; and that is the tragedy of life. On that day the gates of Eden are shut behind them and the age of gold is over. Henceforth they must dwell in the common light of common day. Only a few, who remain children at heart, can ever find that fair, lost path again; and blessed are they above mortals. They, and only they, can bring us tidings from that dear country where we once sojourned and from which we must evermore be exiles. The world calls them its singers and poets and artists and story-tellers; but they are just people who have never forgotten the way to fairyland.” 
-lucy maud montgomery, story girl-

i am awake before dawn, when the creases in the sky threatens to spill light and a lone star glistens overhead. there's something magical about the time before dawn. everything is quiet except for a solitary rumble of a distant car. the wind dances through the trees, making queer rustling sounds that remind me of the rustling of silken dresses. i make myself a very concentrated mixture of spicy apple cider and golden honey just to wake myself up, which burns my throat, but leaves a pleasant, tingling sensation. if one could taste sun rays, i would wholeheartedly vouch that it would taste just like that.

then i sit down to think about twenty fourteen.

i've always loved the story girl. she's one of the main characters in montgomery's book of the same name. she is dreamy, wistful, bold, passionate, loving, unpredictable. she thinks in colors, in shades of the rainbow--no wonder life is rarely dull for her. she speaks often of the golden road, a road that children can easily find, and adults rarely walk. then i realize with a start that this year begins my seventeenth year. one more year to college, three more years to twenty. it's almost time for the golden road to end and a new road to begin. but maybe, just maybe, if i try to remain a child at heart, i'll be able to visit the golden road again and look upon everything with the simple wonder and awe of a child.

twenty fourteen, i don't know what you'll bring, or what little surprises you have tucked up your sleeves.
but i promise, i'll make the golden road last for as long as i can.

late new year reflections, just because || 


  1. Loved this post...just so gorgeous and sweet, I drink it all in and feel satisfied, like it fulled me with beauty...I adore the quote you used, not only because it is true, but because it is beautifully put.
    Thanks for this. <3
    Tane ♥

  2. Oh, you write so beautifully. This is the beginning of my seventeenth year too, and I've been thinking things along the same lines as what's above. Everything is new and different, but I'll be leaving childhood behind and that's terribly sad.
    I, too, am going to make that golden road last for as long as I can. I won't ever be ready to let it go.
    ♥ Bekah

  3. There you hv it... Another lovely post! Great reflections and yep, same thoughts and stuff apply to me too... Looking at life right now from where I am... It's kinda scary... ><

    Well, at least we have each others' shoulders to cry on... haha, jk!


  4. Oh my gosh! You are such a beautiful honestly! I always, always love reading it :D I awarded you on my blog!!



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