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i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..

Thursday, November 20, 2008

skin




lately i have been giving some thought to my skin, when i felt it and when i was conscious of it. I think when i was young if i would scrape it then i knew it was there. then i started to think about when i felt good in it, when it felt alive and i realized it was when in the company of someone else. i remembered my rosy cheeks and conciseness of the skin i was in, i remembered the paleness of it that would take a rosy glow once i had experienced intimacy our genuine happiness, laughter and newness.

I realized that how the skin reacted to those things and how good it felt and how youthful it made me feel. Later i started to think why does it take love or passion? i know i have experienced it after a dip in the ocean, or a facial or a great hike but nothing like the makeover of being in love or experiencing love. I look at myself lately and i see non of it..no sign of love or youthfulness then i wonder before you came was it there this feeling of fitting in to ones skin? I want to answer yes, because i was independent, i ate well i took care of my skin stayed out the sun..and knew i looked young but did i feel it..was i conscious of it...and if it is'nt possible to achieve without a grand passion.. and will these new lines disappear if love finds me again..will i run out of the house with rosy cheeks, will someone at the cafe say you look radiant,, will i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and like what i see, will i stretch out on to the bed and feel every morsel of skin. i ask myself does the skin sleep till passion fills every crevasse...

11 comments:

Aran said...

i know i have always felt more beautiful when i am in love or passionate about something... i wonder what it is...

corine @ hidden in france said...

First of all, this is beautiful Nadia.

Not to be prosaic but it's all hormonal. You should have seen me glow during my pregnancies, and love, yes of course, changes the entire way your metabolism function. And depression... well you should have seen me when that was going on. I was gray, ashen.

But you here look so lovely and resplendent. You look playful and it looks to me like you're in love.

shilvia said...

i think you are beautiful!!! personally, i'd love to remind myself of one quote...wrinkles only goes to where the laughters went...as for being in love changes your skin, come to think of it, it sure does!!!

sofia barĂ£o said...

Nadia, love your hair :) you are so beautiful.
Skin like the eyes reflects our feelings and I'm sure that at the beginning of a relationship we just need to look at the person and guess she's in love. After those first months, life happens... again and I guess all chnages then but I think that's normal.

Sara said...

you are radiantly gorgeous...end of story.

Sabina said...

What a gift you have with words Nadia --I just can't get over it!! I do so enjoy your blog!!

Happy Friday!!

leaca said...

interesting. i actually had never thought about it.

heidi said...

Hey beautiful lady! Nice to see your face :-)

muralimanohar said...

You look beautiful, babe. Happy. Love this post.

Anonymous said...

La Porte Rouge, many of your Poetry are so familiar to me, To somebody maybe named Fransua Vijone, Fransua Bushe, Zhozef Sharita Fransua, Alexander Pushkin.... I don't realy remember. Or perhaps You have much in common;
God Luck!!!! Sasha.

Edi Style said...

with your sophisticated face you must be in love all the time! When ideas are always sizzling i would think
ones skin would radiate