You are my Nature

Your eyes remind me of the blue water in the canyon. Always something there. Always piercing my soul in a good way. In a way I could not explain. But it felt good, I feel as though you know me because I know your eyes. And they can see through me. They are deep and so focused I have never seen such a set of eyes but I know I loved yours.

Your skin reminds me of the warm sun beating down into the canyon. It makes me feel warm and comforted. I never want to leave your skin. The kind that shines and makes me feel safe. The skin that makes me feel secure and good. The kind I want to hold onto and keep with me forever. And that is yours.

Your hands remind me of the trees strong but soft. I can remember the first time I held it. Not in a lovey way but in a funny way. It was a soft hand but I could feel the strength. I could feel the passion and desires of your soul. I knew no one would ever tear you down. Your roots were strong just like a trees and I could feel that in your hands. The way our hands moved with each other like a tree moves with the wind. The way our hands fit so perfectly together like the tree fits into the ground. The way our fingers knew exactly where to go just like a leaf knows where to grow on a tree.

Your lips remind me of my desire to live in nature. I have never kissed them but if I ever did I know it would be right. Its perfection your lips are, the way they are shaped, the way they move when you talk, the way I see them when you say my name. No lips have ever been so precious in my eyes. Just like my desire to live in nature I have never got a taste but I know if I did I would never want to be anywhere else. If I ever got the chance to touch your lips I know I would never want anyone else.

Your hair reminds me of the soft bushes in the forest. Your hair is soft and natural. It makes me happy, it makes me want to laugh and be free and enjoy you. No one's hair has ever made me feel that way. But yours does.

You. Your remind me of the one yellow tree in the middle of pine trees in the fall. You are the different one.You make me feel spontaneous. You are more different then anyone that I have ever known. The way you laugh when I say something stupid that is different. The way you brush my hand with yours and get nervous because it was an accident and you don't know what I will think. That makes you different. The way you give me silly little compliments that to you seem like not a big deal but to me..it means the world. That makes you different. The way you make my heart ache for you when your not around, the way I want you by my side every second of the day, the way your arms can wrap me in a hug so strong and powerful and make me feel like the happiest girl alive. That makes you different.

 You complete the canyon..without you the canyon would be nothing. Without you the canyon would have no trees, no bushes, no water. The canyon would be nothing without you. You have helped shape the canyon. Me. Without you I am empty. Without you I have no hands to dream about, no lips to hope for, no skin to desire, no eyes to fall into. So I thank you for helping build my canyon because without you..my canyon would be empty. You are my nature.

Death is coming. What are you going to do about it?

What do you think it will be like to die?
Will we float out of our bodies or walk?
Will we stand at the pearly gates in the clouds with God there to welcome us or will we roam the earth for a little while as a spirit?
So many questions with so little answers. I guess the only way to get the answers would be to die.
But I am sure as heck not ready to go.

Life is funny isn't it? We search our whole lives for something. For achievement for a purpose for anything to give us a reason to live. And then... to die.
 
To die...
Those to words haunt my soul. They shake my spirit and rattle my bones. It makes me quiver to imagine those words rolling across my mind.
To know.. that will be me someday laying in that coffin, ice cold, make up all on my face, my lips and eyes waxed shut. It makes me sick to think about.
 I don't want people crying, moaning and groaning at my funeral.If anything I want it to be a celebration.
I know that is the strangest thing.
But I want people to celebrate the life I lived, the difference I made the people I effected.
I want people to be laughing about the memories we made and the love we shared.
By the time I die..which i hope is a long time from now..I hope I have made so many memories my funeral will go on for hours and people will be laughing and sharing and comforting eachother.

Death doesn't always have to be dark and scary.

The grim reaper has really ruined our whole conception of death We look at this and all we can think about is that is coming for us someday. When really we ourselves are the grim reaper.
We are killing ourselves by focusing on death one little bit at a time.

So think of the good things. One day when you die you will meet God oh how glorious that day will be. You will see all of your family that has passed. People you never even knew will be congratulating you on your journey on earth and welcoming you home.
You will be in heaven. So much beauty I don't think our minds will be able to comprehend how beautiful it will be.
Losing someone is sad.
No.
Losing someone you love is terrible. But it isn't so bad when you know what they are going to.

Death is frightening of course. Even scarier is how we are going to die. But why think about that?
We are here living now. BE HERE NOW! Enjoy what you have NOW. Love everyone you know NOW.
Death is coming. What am I going to do about it? Nothing there's nothing I can do but live in the moment and enjoy the little things.
Your time will come I can promise you that. I think we think too much. No more thinking just doing. Love the life you live, live the life you love and everything will turn out the way it should.