I couldn’t have said it better myself….magically written 🙂

a child in love


There will always be magic
If you look in the right places
The fissures in the pavement
Are portals to mystic realms
The haze that paints the sky
Is the fiery roar of red dragons
The forests are home to fairies
And wood nymphs roam in the shadows
Your heart is the place
Where stars shine the brightest
When you think you’re alone
The trees whisper your name
You will always have a home
In the starlit sky
Where dreams sail your ship
And where children long to play
There will always be magic
If you look in the right places
And when you grow old
The stars will still gleam
But dreams are for the lovers
It is why you close your eyes
To frolic with the fairies
They will take you to strange lands
To wander with the elves
They will teach you to be wise
To roam…

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I Want to Fall in Love with a Reader

The beautiful truth.

The Fickle Heartbeat

I Want to Fall in Love with a Reader

A beautiful feature post by Single Strides.

I want to fall in love with someone at a bookstore. I want to marry someone’s love for words with my own. To find someone who understands the countless worlds you can travel to in literature. To meet someone who feels the need to touch every book on the shelf, because each has a vigorous influence drawing them in. Someone who believes in the deep nous of wakefulness you sense when you graze a hard cover spine. Someone who innately holds their breath when they open to the first, vulnerable page… As they know full well the possibility the words have to change their lives. Someone who shares in the delight of the sound pages make when they turn. Someone who can melt into the journey when they lift the cover and hear it creak. I want to fall in love with…

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Fictional stories stating bluntly what should be reality.

I wanted to share a brief quote with you from the book I am reading, The Way of Kings by Brandon Sanderson. 

“Well they could name it what they wanted, but Nu Ralik knew that the boundaries of nature were far more important than the boundaries of nations.”

This sentence spoke volumes to me. It should be so in the real world, not just hidden away as inked words on paper. Most still not comprehending that the nature of our world is extremely important for our continued survival on this planet. Did Brandon Sanderson also think this as he wrote these words into his book? 

Wise words that should slap us all in the face.

It’s time for a change.


The nature of a naturopath.

Naturopathy: a system or method of treating disease that employs no surgery or synthetic drugs but uses special diets, herbs, vitamins, massages, etc., to assist the natural healing processes.’

 Above is a very vague definition of naturopathy, please click on the link to read more. 

While I was home I decided to finally book an appointment with a naturopathic doctor. I have always had a strong interest in naturally trying to treat and heal something within the body first before going the the doctor to get prescription drugs. I do believe we can heal our bodies naturally so I want to do so. I booked this appointment because lately my skin has been weird, I have had allergic reactions to sunscreens, breaking out in crazy adult acne (worst part), allergic reactions to lip balms etc. But I also booked this appointment to basically just become healthy, see what I am lacking in and what I need to improve.
“Naturopathic physicians treat each patient by taking into account individual physical, mental, emotional, genetic, environmental, social, and other factors. Since total health also includes spiritual health, naturopathic physicians encourage individuals to pursue their personal spiritual development.”
So the appointment was interesting and not what I expected. She started off with asking me all about my lifestyle. I’m talking like four hundred questions about my eating habits, how I take care of my skin, what products I use, sleeping, work, stress and pretty much everything! She now knows a lot about me.
Then I was hooked up to a little electrode machine that she explained sends an electrical current through my body (that I could not feel) and prints off a little sheet which tells her how well my cells are working. It basically gave her a summary of my health. I cannot elaborate much more then that as it was quite complicated when she explained the results to me afterward. I do however know that my cells are not retaining enough water which could be a result of me not drinking enough (guilty). I also know that I need to turn more of my body fat into muscle. Now I am not overweight or anything but I am lazy when it comes to the physical activity factor, so there was much need for improvement there.

Afterwards she told me what she would like me to implement into my lifestyle until out next appointment, where should would have a plan for me. So I have been put on a casein free diet, so essentially I am now dairy free. YIKES. I am thinking this is going to be one long month until my next appointment. I am very close to being a vegan now, but cannot call myself one sadly as I still eat chicken occasionally and eggs. Just hoping I will make it and manage to not cheat. Farewell o’ glorious cheese (and chocolate) that I loved so dearly.

I also have to take my temperature each morning and mark it on a chart. Apparently due to hormones a woman’s body will have different temperatures depending where in her cycle she is. So my naturopathic doctor wants a little insight on how my hormones are doing. On top of those two things I am now also taking Omega 3 supplements. These things are all just until my next appointment in one months time!

Overall I am very happy with my experience and am glad I finally took the step to see a naturopathic doctor, I’m also excited to learn more about naturopathy. Now I just hope to see some changes in my body’s health. Who knows, these few little changes could do so much for me! I am only on day three, so I have a long way to go.

Namaste 🙂


Lived and learned. Live, laugh, love – a not so corny quote.

I have just returned to work after my wonderful 5 days off. Why were they wonderful? Because I had 5 days to sleep as much as I wanted and when I wanted. Not waking up at 5AM is lovely! Because I could eat whatever I wanted (without it being served in a buffet line) and drink whenever I wanted without consequence. Because I was reunited with my guitars and keyboard for 5 full days giving me the chance to channel my inner (rusty) musician. Because a shower in your own home has to be the most magical thing. Goodbye shower shoes! 

I have learned a certain few things with working away from home these past few years.

I have learned to appreciate the simplicity of the small things, furthermore, appreciate all that I have. I appreciate having a comfortable, warm bed to sleep in. I appreciate the use of a shower complete with warm water. I appreciate there being a fridge I can walk downstairs to open and know there is always something I can eat. 

I have learned to love my alone time. When you are younger you always want to be with your friends and being alone was always ‘boring’ for most people. I have always been a partial introvert, always liked my alone time. But now, I love my alone time. I no longer mutter the words ‘I am bored’ when alone. It is pure bliss being able to close the door to my room and hibernate if I please too. At work I am with people from 6:15AM to 6:30PM at work, then we all eat dinner together till about 7:30PM. When I do get back to my camp room I have about 2.5 hours to myself which I then have to shower etc, etc. It surely is a drag being surrounded by pestering people all day to only get so little time to hang out by myself (I go to sleep at 10PM). So hence, I love my alone time.

I have learned that to love yourself is of utmost importance. I am still working on this one myself. I understand how hard it is to appreciate yourself just as you are. With the media constantly  manipulating our thoughts of what ‘true beauty is’ or telling us how we should live or what we should strive to be, it is increasingly hard to remain true to yourself and not compare yourself to other people. Wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and tell your reflection that you are beautiful. Screw what other people think! You are yourself, no one else. 

I have learned that you cannot depend on money buying you happiness. You always hear the saying ‘Money can’t buy happiness’ and its a little bit of a lie. We need money to physically survive in the modern world. So yes, money can buy you happiness but only to a certain point. A lot of civilization has been sucked into the materialistic side of life (myself included). We are convinced we need all these fancy things to make us happy and they might for a short time, but I consider this artificial happiness. True happiness does not come from the purchase of a new outfit (that you will hate in 3 months) or the purchase of a fancy new car that will leave you in debt for an average of 3-4 years (not to mention the insurance, upkeep and potential repairs). 

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.” – John Lennon

I have learned that you cannot let work consume and take over your life. While having a career may be necessary, you must not forget about living and life. You may not need your family all the time, but they might need you. The same goes for friends. Do not forget about those you love and don’t want to loose. A job may not always be there, but friends and family will. So make sure to keep those bonds as a job will not hold you when you cry, listen when you complain, make you laugh when you need it most or love you just the way you are. 

I have learned that laughter feeds the soul. I don’t mean the fake laughter you give your boss when he attempts at telling a funny joke. I mean the real ab clenching laugh the you feel in your lungs and belly. The laugh that makes your face hurt from smiling so long. Because lets be honest, we all need to smile more. So be yourself, get weird and have a good laugh at LEAST once a day.

Overall I have learned the importance to just live. Do what makes you happy, not what you think you have to do. There are these constant stereotypical standards to live up to these days. But will becoming one of those stereotypes make you happy? Do not rush into life because of societies pressures. Live a life that you don’t need to take a ‘vacation’ from and take chances! Many of us fear the unknown and cloud our minds with the ‘what ifs’ and pay more attention to the potential cons when they should focus on the pros. If your not happy, then it is time to make a change don’t you think?

“Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design into the present.”

And shall I say it?

LIVE, LAUGH, LOVE my friends.






Airplanes and the many people you get stuck beside.

This is my rant about airplanes and the many people on them.

I travel quite often. Very often actually because where I work and where I live are in separate provinces. So every 9 days I fly home and then 5 later I fly back to work. So I wanted to write a little piece about the many people you get stuck beside on an airplane and perhaps share a few funny stories.

Here are just a few people you will end up sitting beside among your many travels:

1. The arm wrestler – For any of my fellow brothers and sisters out there who have gotten stuck in a middle seat will know all about the arm wrestler. This person either takes the tiny 2 inch arm rest immediately upon sitting down marking their territory as to say “to bad for you middle seater, this baby is mine” or try and squeeze their arm onto the arm rest with yours hoping that the awkward bodily contact with a stranger will make you back down. (insert eye roll). Come on! Its like the unspoken rule that the person who gets stuck in middle seat gets BOTH arm rests. 

2. Sir Chats A Lot – Most people you sit beside on planes exchange a few words with you at the beginning of the flight. But sometimes you get sat next to that person who wants a friend for a few hours. It doesn’t matter if your watching a movie, reading a book, listening to music or even trying to doze off for a quick snooze because this person WILL talk to you. Sometimes this is okay but most of the time I sit there thinking please realize that I really do not want to speak with you. It’s like they revel in the fact you are stuck beside them for this entire flight with no escape.

3. The Pillow Improviser – You most definitely will experience that person who decides to sleep for the plane ride. Your content with this until their head slowly makes its way onto your shoulder. And if your like me, at a whopping 5’3″ tall, this mean most likely they are bumping heads with you. I understand you may be unconscious but please invest in a neck pillow! I would prefer not the have you drooling into my hair or having you breathing on my face. Sometimes you can wake them, but as soon as they fall back asleep their head finds its way over to you. 

4. The Oblivious Bubble Invader – MY FAVOURITE. This person has no idea what personal space means. I once got sat beside this elderly man who actually put his sweater in my chair. Yes, after a few elbows to the side this man managed to remove his sweater and then proceeded to tuck it in between me and the arm rest. I felt bad because he was so old and fragile but in my head I am thinking SIR this arm rest this like my own personal great wall of China on an airplane. Or as many of my fellow small people out there may understand there are the people who just spread out, their legs invade your leg space, their arms rub against yours and you mold yourself into a 2×4 in order to avoid touching them. This person doesn’t give a fuck.

5. Prince Not So Charming – This is for my fellow ladies out there. As I am sure many of you have experienced getting stuck beside that man who keeps pestering you with his sad attempts of flirtation. More often then not they are intoxicated when this happens and they never take a hint. Then as he relentlessly hits on you, you sit there and stare into the next row at the handsome gentleman who you wish was sitting beside you. But that never happens to me. I once got stuck beside a man who was extremely drunk and tried eating my sandwich while hitting on me and teasing me that I was just playing hard to get….. O_o NOT exactly.

I could probably give you five more examples of people you will get stuck beside but I wanted to give you my favourites. On occasion though, you get super good luck and have two other quiet individuals who do none of the above and the flight seems almost too good to be true. (Hoping this happens to me when I fly home Thursday).

Please feel free to share any of your stories, would love to hear. 🙂

Happy travels!



The dreamy ramblings of a daydreamer.

La la la…

I have been stuck in daydream land all day. They say to ignore the present is unhealthy however I am just to excited to leave my current situation and go on to do important and wonderful things. I’m ready to start the next chapter of my life, even if this chapter is not quite over yet. I’m sure my fellow bibliophile’s can relate when I say that the suspense is killing me. You then proceed to skim/read extremely fast through pages and paragraphs that you don’t have the attention span for because you simply need to find out what happens.

Procrastination has been at its finest today, regarding my duties as an employee. I feel like today I am choosing between reading a local newspaper or The Night Angel trilogy by Brent Weeks (which by the way I HIGHLY recommend if you enjoy fantasy/adventure books). Of course my obvious choice is the latter. Who doesn’t love a good book that allows you to delve into the mind of another person, to let the story and characters absorb you.

“A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies, said Jojen. The man who never reads lives only one.”  ― George R.R. MartinA Dance with Dragons

When I sleep at night I am one of those people who tend to dream a lot. Please hold the eye roll and the sarcastic “well everyone dreams at night”. Ahhhh yes, everyone does dream but everyone does not remember. You will always have that friend who says: “I never dream.” and I feel sad for them. Many people dream at night but their dreams never seem to leave an impact on them. When I dream it is vivid, it feels like reality. When I wake up from those dreams many tend to leave an impact on me. Not always, but a lot of the time. I might not remember the details and I might not be able to explain it to you but somehow I just know that what I dreamed about was magically important. Sometimes certain aspects of the dream never leave me and I will recall the way I felt and what I was thinking.

“And people who don’t dream, who don’t have any kind of imaginative life, they must… they must go nuts. I can’t imagine that.” ― Stephen King

Strangely enough I never seem to have nightmares. Never the type where you wake suddenly, eyes wide, sweating and it takes a moment for your heart to stop racing and accept that you are actually safe in your own bed. My dreams might get scary and perhaps to the point most people would consider a nightmare but not for me. Perhaps I realize that I am dreaming no matter how realistic and vivid it may feel at the time. Sometimes I even fight my fears in the dream (nightmare) as it is rare occurrence that my scary dreams do not have somewhat of a conclusion. And if they do not it is usually my 5:00AM alarm going off shouting at me to get my ass out of bed.

“I believe in everything until it’s disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it’s in your mind. Who’s to say that dreams and nightmares aren’t as real as the here and now?”  ― John Lennon

Oh how I love dreaming. (I originally had this post named A day to daydream, a night to dream. but upon my outburst decided to change it)

Don’t quit your daydream 🙂



Dear Kendall Jones: Huntress of the innocent.

Dear Kendall Jones: Huntress of the innocent,

I have just recently read about the global outrage of your hunting. I have also looked through the photos on your facebook page, which are originally the cause of this global outrage. As I saw you posing with dead Rhinos, Elephants, Cheetahs, Lions and many others, with the joyful smile of a beautiful young woman, I feel tears form in my eyes.

I am sad for those animals but I am also sad for you.

It saddens me that you can pose next to a dead animal and smile like it is Christmas morning for a photograph that you will publish on the internet to gain recognition for your ‘kill’. It saddens me that the poor animal whom has just had his/her soul ripped from their body is probably watching you sit next to its corpse like it is a trophy. It saddens me that you lack the empathy and emotion to cry for the lost life of a creature so beautiful, a creature who is a part of this earth just as much as you or I are. It devastates me that you had the audacity to pick up the corpse of a cheetah and pretend to dance with it. Did you not feel your heart break as the body hang limply in your arms, a dead weight you can barley hold up and all for the purpose of taking a photograph with the same joyful smile on your face?


This letter to you is not about you arguing that this is all for wildlife conservation and claiming that hunters provide the financial resources, nor this this letter trying to tear you down and belittle you like most comments on your photos are. Because that will not achieve anything.

People support you in using such defenses as suggesting we go take a trip to a chicken farm, and to make myself clear I do not think that the cruelty happening to animals in farms is any more/less moral then what you do. People support you by informing others that you had ‘lawful permits’ and that ‘if they were endangered, you would not be able to shoot them’. But oh what a poor, poor argument that is indeed. These individuals are only succeeding in showing and bringing to light how out of touch the human race is with nature. How selfish, heartless, power hungry and stupid we have become. Please explain to me why you think it is that humans (who, in case you were unaware, are also mammals) think they have the right to create an infrastructure for wildlife management (other mammals)? That we can measure the importance of their lives by the remaining number of them that exist? That we can give away their life by the simple approval of a permit?

You know what wildlife means to me? Freedom. These are animals of the WILD. These animals take over the uninhabited nature, roam free in the lands. They are not governed and they do not kill for joy. They kill out of necessity to feed themselves or in defense of their own lives. Wildlife is not something that us humans think we can tame. We have no right.

You think that you are helping the wild by killing the mother, father or offspring of another mammal. That in their death you are benefiting the wildlife. But in my eyes, if you truly cared for the survival of these species, you would find shame in your kill. You would morn for the loss of the beautiful soul that has been taken before its time. You wouldn’t be able to take a picture next to the corpse of this animal. You would look at that animal as it roams alive and see the magic of its presence in the environment around you. You would feel hesitation when you aim your shotgun or arrow at the innocent creature who does not even know you are there and who does not know that their life is about to end.

You have started a campaign of sorts called #supportkendall. But I will not support you because I morn the death of those animal that you did not. I wish that their souls find peace and that they can in some way forgive the ignorant, unconscious actions of some humans. Because to me killing an animal is the equivalent of killing another human being. After all, we are both mammals. So I have signed a petition against you, in hopes that in its success, will give you the opportunity to save your own soul before it become consumed with darkness and greed. Before your hands are covered in so much blood that you cannot even wash them.

I am not sure if you will ever see this letter. But I hope you do. I hope you one day cry for these animals. I hope you one day cry for the lost innocence of yourself.

“Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule.” – Buddha

For those of you reading my letter to Kendall Jones, please sign the petition.

misguidedsouls & wildlife



Another day, another dollar. I could care less.

Ahhh the morning. Every morning I have this battle with myself: “I should call in sick. Take a day, I really need a day in bed.” but it inevitably ends in me dragging my tired ass out of bed at 5:00AM (or sometimes 5:30AM) to get ready for the day.

Once I am ready, and if I am not running late, I will meet my fellow employees at the truck for 6:15AM to drive to site. Which I then begin my long and grueling work day. Mindlessly completing mundane tasks that I do not care for, that I have no motivation to complete. Sorting through paperwork and emails as I daydream of my potential escape. “Two more months” I tell myself. Which is only but a glimmer of hope as I try and convince myself I need to save more money before travelling the world. But I can feel the lie as I think it.

Why don’t I quit right now? Why don’t I sit my bosses down and give them my two weeks notice? I try to look at it as a positive thing. That if I stay and get those few more paychecks I can travel for longer. But I know even if I ran out of money I would find a way to keep going. I think of how I feel about my job, how I yearn to break free and wonder how many people out there suffer through their jobs each day in order to live, to support their families, to pay tuition, to start saving for retirement. I wonder how we have allowed society to fall this far. With so many people driving to their miserable jobs just to pay for the vehicle they sit in that gets them to their workplace. Then I daydream of a world where this didn’t exist, where people traveled/lived freely and happily. Where money was not our number one priority and the root of our life source. (And yes, fairies would exist. Probably elves too)

It is not all bad, my job. I do work with some great people who can sometimes make it bearable. Although I do not go through a day where I don’t hear an abundance of pointless, selfish complaints come out of the mouths of my co-workers. It is part of my position I guess, being a part time therapist. The longer I work this job the more distance I put between my coworkers and myself.

The vicious cycle continues. But now with my light at the end of the tunnel I know whether I decide to stay till the end or quit that it will ultimately be the right decision for myself. My instincts don’t usually let me down when I am willing to listen.

The world awaits me. Daydream away!



Dilemma: Travelling Alone? Well you must be crazy.

To the doubter who doubts in attempt to crush my ambition,

Why thank-you kind individual! In fact, I am crazy. I take it as a compliment that you think I am unorthodox and differentiate from the stereotypes and supposed ‘norms’ of current society.

On another note: Do you expect me to shove my wanderlust down and ignore the fire it ignites in my blood? To pretend I don’t feel the untraveled and unseen world calling out to me? Sacrifice my dream by allowing a fear to drown it out? 

I thank you for your concern but I also wonder what kind of idiot you think I am for the very reason you clearly think I have not thought the dilemma of ‘travelling alone’ through. Of course I have! Of course I would bring a friend along if it were an option. Unfortunately its not an option for me. Unfortunately at my young age of 21 most of my friends are still in school waist deep in debt and tearing out their hair trying to graduate. So I have chosen to not let that stop me. I know I will meet travelers just like myself long the way and maybe they will even travel with me. It excites me that I will meet other individuals whom have decided to embrace their wanderlust just as I have.

I don’t plan on being alone for the entirety of my travels, so perhaps let me give a little insight on my decision: I want to travel to immerse myself in other cultures that are so very different from my own. To meet the amazing people and wonderful souls that exist out there. To laugh, sing, dance, learn and smile to my hearts content. To see life through a new light and to experience life as others in different countries do. To stop letting the ‘what if’s’ and lame made up excuses in my mind control my decision. To embrace my spontaneity and just go for it. To stop denying myself the chance to do everything I just explained above.

I could go on, I could give you a million reasons to my craziness. But once again I thank you, for your concern and your compliment. Because I am as crazy as they come and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Embrace the crazy, it makes you fucking unique 😉