We Make A Grand Salute

My friend posted an interesting question on her blog recently. She asked us what we were passionate about, and as I clicked to answer I had to pause and think. 

Sure, I love some things, but I couldn't really put my finger on what I was passionate towards. For me passion is about something that I can get so fervently caught up in that I don't emerge for some time.  A feeling on something or someone that I can't seem to justify, that just takes me on a wild, exciting, frightening, loud, tumbling ride, full of- well- passion. 

Only when I was listening to music (all great things come with music) did I recognise the things that stir that kind of feeling in me.

I open in the sun. I dance with the rain. I get caught in the undertow of colours. I become entangled in love. I breathe for those rare funny moments. I feel a zest with every morning and a calm at every night.

No day is worth not waking up for.

 

Now I sound all airy-fairy... but not a truer word was spoken.

- xx

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