I believe that it is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters rather than what you have accrued. My connections, memories and experiences are what I hoard away. What I chase is happiness and love, personal growth and passion. 🌾🌙🌴⛰🌞🌸
What do you live for?
My earliest memories of Kingsville are tied so closely to memories of my grandmother. I first visited here from Miami when I was around seven. At the cottage, I remember being in awe of how cold it was in the early morning (especially for June), and of admiring the sheen of dew on the lawn - so much more delicate, lush, and verdant than the coarse grass of south Florida. But what captivated me most were the rabbits. I woke up each morning to watch as they hopped in front of the house, nibbling and twitching their noses. I'd read about them, seen them on television, but this was the first time I studied them in person. They were so interesting, so numerous, that I decided to catch one. Rather than laugh off the plan, my grandmother had me sketch out a design for the trap I had in mind. It was a cardboard box held up by a forked stick, tied to a string with a carrot on the end. She brought me the components, and I fashioned them perfectly. But all for nothing: the next morning, I watched the rabbits eat everything but the bait. My grandmother must have noticed my disappointment, because she took me to a petting zoo later that afternoon. Despite the softness of their fur, the bunnies there weren't the same - they seemed sluggish and fat, revoltingly tame. It was fine holding them, but true joy was in the prospect of catching a wild one through craftiness. Though I couldn't articulate that sentiment then, the feeling carried long after I left. So did graditude for my grandmother's kindness - despite her horror at harm coming to any animal, including the fright of capture. What I've never told her is this: a few years ago, I set out to trap rabbits on the property again. Instead of a box and carrot, I used a wire snare. When I woke the next morning, I didn't find a rabbit - only its bare remains: a white tail and gray fur spread across the lawn. The snare worked, but only to hold the poor creature while it was eaten alive. Struck with remorse, I haven't tried catching one again.