Nadia Iris
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• I write from a place of sincerity •
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What else could go wrong? (The One Question to Never Ask)
There are a few things in life that teach you, absolutely, about Who You Are. Moments that, while happening, show you to yourself. One of them is grief. Another one is heartbreak. But a moment of embarrassment, in my experience, proves to be the most direct in revealing everything You Are in one (nauseating) moment. There’s something about realizing, instantly, that you look foolish that slows down time. The outside world drowns away and for a moment you realize you’ve been thinking that your heart exists inside of your chest when, in fact, it’s located in your ears... both of them! The blood flow that consumes your face makes the obvious agony you’re feeling known to the outside world and the immediate swoosh of heat that rushes all over the body makes the un-comfortability all the more… uncomfortable.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Confessions
Maximus
I woke up to the scent of fresh gingerbread cookies. As I opened my eyes I remembered the sadness that had consumed me recently and it settled back into my personal space after the relief of no-conscious-thought-slumber. I thought I might have even woken up FROM the cookie smell - the intensity called me from my dream world. I blinked a few times, sending sparks of hope out into the world, believing that, somehow, today would be a better day. I rolled over and looked at the time on my cell phone. 8:23. I sighed. “Too early,” I thought. I put my phone down quickly before the aching pang of social media curiosity drew me in. I lay in bed looking at the ceiling. “Knock knock...” It was the gingerbread fragrance calling me to the kitchen. I sat up slowly and proceeded to the on-suite bathroom in the guest bedroom I was occupying. I played some soothing Michael Buble’ while I showered and finally settled on wearing a black Christmas jumper with a bright white snowman in the center, black jeans and white sneakers. I walked slowly down the stairs towards the kitchen area. My mom was leaning over the stove, preparing all kinds of wonderful Christmas treats, my dad was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. A sight for sore eyes. That he still appreciated the art of ink and paper, extravagant advertising and local information made him a priceless antique in my eyes. He sipped on his hot coffee. My sister, 2 years younger than me, was also sitting at the table. There were laid out newspapers and 3 small jars of paint. She was focusing intently as she put color to a small clay figurine of a fairy. She dipped her paintbrush in a glass of water.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Humans
A Mystical Encounter
There’s just something about the first light of morning that brings with it a sense of reset. Standing by the barricade, gazing far off into the emptiness of the ocean, having this conversation, is something she never could have anticipated. When thoughts lined up for attention in her mind, love and romance were always first in line. They were rather forceful as well, pushing thoughts like ‘career’ and ‘money’ and even ‘life purpose’ aside like a gluttonous child waiting in line at an ice-cream stand. It was when she fell in love that she felt most alive. The goose bumps, the deep fluttering that awakened her stomach, the excitement, the kissing… It consumed her. If wise men say that only fools rush in, then she was the biggest fool of all.
By Nadia Iris5 years ago in Humans
