Over on Chincoteague Island and despite the rain, no less while this girl is getting ready to go camping in the sweltering heat, read that as almost 100 degrees, all because tradition has it. I have never been a slave to fashion or trends that are in vogue. Yet, traditions may not be broken nor toyed with. Not since the beginning of time.
@tattoodjay. Don't step on tradition.
*It is so hard to accessorize your ponies properly. The beauty is not so much in the way they frolic in the tidewaters, but more the loveliness of their locks, many growing long enough to touch the ground. This is for my #WednesdayWalk with
In the winter, the entire island shuts down and the locals get their life back. Oh, but, while it is in season, it is a wonderful little place. Did I tell you that it is all things pony here on the island?
Bicycles are highly recommended for getting around. It is the only way unless you hop the trolley. The traffic can be worse than New York City because there is usually one way there and one way back route to contend with. But, hey! You'll be fit as a fiddle in no time.
Flowers. There must always be flowers. One more set of flowers! I promise! This picture is dedicated to #WednesdayYellow #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra! The one who colors my every day.
We step up into the trolley that is ironically called the Pony Express, and go down the street. It's early and yet, everything in the town is open. The internet is a busy place right now, here on the island, so I (im)patiently waited to post this. A true test in faith.
¸.♥´¸.•♥*¨) Let the sun shine in on your life
So the joy may touch your soul
(¸.•´♥ (¸.•´ ♥
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit and comment. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. We live in a wonderful world and some days, it is not as easy to see, how beautiful it can really be. If you have a choice in your day, choose to be kind. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire
