Preamble

Once upon a white summer, in the kingdom on Arayle , the only daughter of King Reynold and Queen Loryssi was born.

Where do daydreams
go when they retire?
Do they nap upon my feet
waiting until I stumble over them
disguised as a russian spy,
a princess bride,
a heroine of yesterday?

Ageless and timeless
the dreams do not wither
but as of yet remain
chubby-cheeked and cheerful.

Whereas I – jaded and thin and tired –
upon the eve of the end of a dream
find that the accomplishment

I will be nineteen years old tomorrow.
This past year has probably been the most intense year of my life... Me and myself at eighteen have been through a lot together - both brokenness and beauty. Such beauty...

Sunday came falling down too fast, crashing in upon me like Niagara Falls; a splash of cold water and ice that had the weight of large rocks. I could have prepared myself to be prepared for a month and it wouldn't have made a difference. Because no matter how prepared I was, it wasn't going to change how I felt.

Which path to take
The thin the wide
The short the long
God what path to take

“It is your will not mine”

Which path to take
The rocky to smooth
The wet the dry
God what path to take

“I will obey what you say”

Which path to take
Marriage or a Nun
Single or lay
God what path to take

“I lay my trust in you”

Mr. Andrews holds his classes in a gym room of roughly forty feet by twenty. Upon entering, you would first notice a tall, wooden compartment standing by the doorway, with an assortment of sticks, bags, short swords, and shoes all shoved into these compartments, or arranged against the left wall with no amount of orderliness.

This barn is twenty-five years old and for three years I have been pretending it belongs to me. This barn is where I spend sixty hours of every week, the place to which I devote all of my time and energy in exchange for the shelter of my beloved horses. This barn holds twelve horses and half of them have left hoofprints in my heart.

This is a written tribute to my
(sometimes annoying)
little sister and brothers.

Today, is a (semi)important day for me.
My younger sis. Hannah, has decided to
follow my example,
(rather than spurn it)
and join us here at apricotpie.
This, has been making me think about what KIND of example,
I have been setting her to follow.
Thinking back, I do not think I would want

I’m sitting outside in our driveway on an old beach chair while my four-year-old brother plays in his turtle sandbox. The sun is warm, but the air is decidedly March-like—crisp and cold; the chilly kind, that gets inside you—and I’m sitting here with a hood over my head wondering what on earth I’m doing out here and how Joseph can bear having nothing on his feet.

Today, I took a rather difficult step in my life. I removed the Grand Champions from my closet, and listed them on eBay.