I don’t really know what made that word pop into mind. It was one of four that came to mind when I looked at this picture. Beautiful. Love. Romance. Romantic. I could probably just count romance and romantic as one word. I was actually going to and then I changed my mind. So four words. Four words that make no sense as to why they would come to mind.
I’m not usually a lovey, dovey, warm and gooey kind of person.
Don’t get me wrong, I love…well, love and romance. Everything is beautiful. Well, except for this horse I saw one time. I’m not sure that it even qualified as a horse, but I digress. My point is, I’m not usually one to gush about romance and love and all that jazz. All that jazz? Showing my age a bit there, but again I digress.
For some reason when I look at this picture, I see beauty. Pure and innocent beauty. Love and romance. It is a little bit dream like, I think. That could be why I thought of those four words.
Every now and then I will have those dreams. Not these love with another person, movie type dreams. No. The dreams I am talking about are more like self awareness dreams. Pure and innocent dreams where I am actually feeling pure and in tune with my inner self. That when I think about and feel all that those words entail.
When I first started this post, I was picture lovers and being all in love and romantic. Now I think it is more about self love, self awareness, self peace. Not romantic in the typical sense, but definition this may qualify.
The more I look at this picture, the more it reminds of a dream that I had long ago. I was Native American princess standing on a cliff over looking a red canyon. Knowing that somewhere deep there was a valley of peace. Just me looking out over the canyon with the wind blowing through my hair. All of this, all of me, covered in the glory beneath a red, yellow, and orange. Beauty. Peace. Inner love. I love that dream and I love the feelings it left me with.
Wow…reading over that, I feel like I should be dancing barefoot in a field of wildflowers with peace sign sun glasses, a colorful-psychedelic dress with a crown of flowers gracing my hair, and the sun beaming down. A happy, peace loving flower child. Eh, I’ll take.
I’ve probably typed enough as well as the fact that I’ve lost my train of thought. Whatever you do today, make it count.
Have a beautiful day and tomorrow.
Montana Rose Photography