Nirah Celeste
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Writer, Author, Empowerment Mentor
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Dariah’s Blooms Day Diary
April 15th 2215 I have finally decided that today is the day I open the journal Grandma Poppy gifted me for my birthday last year. I was too distracted with archery, gardening classes and pottery workshops that I didn’t make much space to go inward and reflect. At times I would surrender to my introspective habits and climb up to the highest of the strongest branches of the eucalyptus and rest my head on her smooth bark, letting my worries dissolve with every breath we shared. The tree would breathe in with me and exhale when I exhaled. Without any verbal communication from the softness of my lips, she was listening to my inner world. She can hear my thoughts you know? She’s a wise old tree full of considerate memory and gentle forgiveness. My thoughts would tenderly seep through the tissue of my brain and the thick of my skull into her tall trunk. We would share our stories in silent conversation. Listening to each other breathe was soothing. My thoughts would grow quieter the more I listened to her leaves dancing with one another in the wind. I went to her the day my grandmother died.
By Nirah Celeste5 years ago in Humans
"Extraordinary Endeavours with Scissors"
An artistic hobby using scissors you say? I'm not a hairdresser nor a fabric fanatic, although in primary school I did cut my hair to stick onto my handmade doll (and got caught by the principal when my friend and I were discarding the wool to the side and choosing real hair instead; not to mention we were secretly and hilariously hiding under the library table at the time), and I did make my own clothes once, but my hobby involves a passion that I've had long before I knew how to use real scissors.
By Nirah Celeste5 years ago in Motivation
