Trying to capture summer

Quotes

I hope it rains

Hi from work

Concrete building + black space. 

Lookin homeless in my hoard corner.(also borscht - yum)

New shoes appreciation post

OBSESSED WITH MY NEW SHOES.

Hat: 3$ from convenience store.

Dress: XL Denver heyes men's shirt (from marks work warehouse).

Mini knapsack: thrifted

Shoes: nike Air Force 1 ~ youth 

(When you fit into kids shoes, take advantage. Also, take advantage when your shoes match the flowers.)

:-) 

The shy rabbit. A short story.

Once upon a time, in a cave under the biggest tree in the forest there lived a shy rabbit. She had silky soft fur and big doe eyes. Inside her cave she had everything she could ever want... Crunchy cool lettuce, a trickle of cool mountain water and a family who loved her and did all the scavenging for food. She could lounge and groom herself all day. One day a dark cloud stayed over the big tree. The shy rabbit's family was out scavenging so she was all alone. The storm was rough and scary. The food slowly dwindled and the water ran too strong. Her little rabbit home slowly filled with cold water and the little rabbit cried in terror. The storm lasted days and her family could not come home. She was cold , wet and hungry. Her beautiful fur was matted and soggy. She swam out to the front of the cave and called out into the dark forest "help! Somebody help me!" But only the wild wind responded, *whisper, whisper, whisper*. The shy rabbit didn't understand. But slowly over the next few days she understood the shadows whispers. When the storm had passed and her family returned home, she kept whispering into the shadows looking for her friend. Her family could not understand why she was acting this way, so they sent her to live with their neighbour the raven. But the raven lived so high up in the tree that it was very hard for the shy rabbit to get to the nest. So the raven sent her to live with the fish in the pond, but it was too wet for the shy rabbit. She went to home after home until the shy rabbit felt very lonely. She called out into the forest for anyone who would listen, and this time the wind did not respond, but her family who had missed her so. She went home and realized how lucky and loved she is.She  forgot all about the whispering wind and her shadows. She surrounded herself with love and light and lived a long and peaceful life. When it was the shy rabbits time to go to heaven her shadow-whispering friend came to her and revealed herself for the first time. She wasn't a shadow or the wind- but an angel. She came to the shy rabbit in her biggest time of need. She came to her now to take her into the light. This was an important lesson for the shy rabbit, in darkness there is light- if only you have the courage to look for it. 

The end.

 By Mackenzie Alexander may,2014. 

(Page in old journal where I wrote the story lol). S/o to my garbage attempt at cursive. 

:-). 

Riverdale farm

S/O to the sun for making my hair look like it needs a desperate brushing & also this sheep booty shot ;-)

Shirt/dress: wolf shirt from a boutique in Muskoka 

Sunglasses: prada 

Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell 

Lipstick: Mac ruby woo

Awkward pose : v. Original by me

Reminiscing

Coby, my dog, died on June 18th this year. I wanted to write a post about him, or at least a little blurb. He was a huge part of my life and I think he deserves something put out there in the universe (/interenet? what?). Or maybe I am being selfish and I want to sit here and think of him and just type. Whatever the reason, I have my journal opened to the entry I wrote after it happened. I'm going to type a bit of what I wrote in there. Here goes.

This is the way life is and i'm sorry. There must be a reason why we cannot stay young or healthy and why we must die. Why we have to leave our loved ones. Why when we reach a certain age we cannot be operated on, we cannot be saved. A life long friend and companion gone in the blink of an eye. Finally there is no pain for him anymore but I am always struck with the same question-- is no pain really worth obliteration & non existence?
I know that he lived 17 years and I am blessed to have had him, loved him and been loved by him but death is death and how is 17 years enough?
I know that when it comes to death I don't feel hopeful about it at all. But I want too. Not for myself but for my sweet boy. I love you, Coby.

 "I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as i'm living, my baby you'll be" - Robert Munsch