Falling for you

I have to admit I was quite sad to see summer go. Which was a bit surprising, I’ve never really been a summer girl. But Today on the hiking trail with the leaves already changing, I quickly forgot about missing summer and remembered why autumn is probably one of my top 3 favourite things in life. From the colors, to the smell in the morning, and from that crisp cold air, to watching leaves fall to the ground. I get so wrapped up in it’s pure natural beauty that I can’t even pinpoint what exactly it is that mesmerizes me so. I think it is everything, every, single, thing about it. Everyone talks about summer love, but I think if it is going to be a good solid love than it should start in autumn. I have no rhyme or reason for this, it is just the most romantic season in my mind.
I love it so much, it makes me want to fall in love. I want to fall in love under the leaves, fall head over heels with all my most loved colors surrounding me. I want to wake up with the morning, smell the crisp air and read a book. I want to walk hand and hand on the cool evenings and cuddle after under my Jimi Hendrix blanket. I want someone who appreciates the season as much as I do.
I wish I could live in a land where it was fall all year round. I think I would be perfectly content there. I do not know when this love of fall became apparent, but I am ever so grateful it did. I never feel more alive than I do in the autumn months. I think feeling so alive makes me want to share it with someone. But, to me fall is such a sacred season that it could not possibly be just anyone. So I think the reading and walking will be solo this year.
Until it isn’t,
The Hopeless Romantic xox

A Farwell to Summer

Oh the summertime and how it makes you feel different from the rest of the year, it's like you have a few months off from the real world. Here's is a tribute to that!

Sweet Summer Heat
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There is nothing like the sweet summer air
That if I close my eyes for a moment I don’t have a care

I don’t care that this could really be nothing but what it is
I don’t care that perhaps it was more than just a stupid kiss

There is something about this summer heat
That has the power to make bad ideas seem sweet

I feel this heat wave come on so strong
And it clouds my judgement of right from wrong

But following the sweet summer heat are those crisp autumn nights
And you quickly remember what it is that is right

For what you feel on those sweltering nights is most likely wrong
For you really want the heat that lasts all winter long

Let those bad ideas fall away with the leaves
Say good-bye to mistakes due to that sweet summer heat
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The Hopeless Romantic

Shores of Lake Superior

There is no place like home! I agree with Dorothy on this one. After being away for a while, I never realize how much I love it here until I am on my way home again. It’s like as soon as I hit Sault St. Marie, even though I still have another 6 hours to go I breath a *sigh* of relief and think, I’m home. The rolling hills, trees as far as you can see water that stretches even farther. I am deeply disappointed if I am driving through this stretch of highway in the dark because I feel deprived of the view. Down hills that feel like you may just fly into Lake Superior, and view that makes you think Mother Nature spent a little extra time here. The last time I traveled home, I was a little disappointed that it was not sunny skies. I love the sun shining off the blue waters. However, I quickly changed my mind as the wind picked up, showing the not only the beauty, but also the raw power of our great lake.
I am quite proud that my town sits on the very top of this giant water mass, but I do not enjoy that fact as much as I enjoy travelling along its shore. If I had my way (and my own car) I would spend a couple days going down this 6 hour stretch of road so I could stop when I felt the urge, walk as far along its shores as I pleased. Take in each rock, wave, stretch of forest, and go with the wild wind. I want to sleep under the stars on the beach, listening to the waves crash on our north shore. I always wanted to see the ocean, but I still don’t think it could surpass my wonder I get each time I turn into Northern Ontario, wishing I could slow down movement and enjoy the landscape a little more.
Whether I ever leave this area, where ever my life leads me I will always be a “Girl of the North Country” at heart, and the shores of Lake Superior will always be my home.
The Hopeless Romantic

Still Hopeless as ever.....

I've found myself saying lately that I have been single for so long that I know exactly what I want, that I would never stand for anyone telling what or what not to do. That I now have the liberty of choosing who I end up with, not the victim of folly. Maybe this is why I am still single. And do I really mean the words coming out of my mouth? I think not. I think it's just so people don't feel sorry for poor me, the endless bridesmaid, the single friend, the one who only allows embraces after a good (or cheap) bottle of red. Mostly I am happy, things are going pretty great these days, but once in a blue moon I want to say "forget what I want", because what I want is to be held. How do I really know what I want anyways? Deep down I just want to feel appreciated, wooed, held. I want someone to answer to, to care about my day,my friends, and my life. So maybe I'll give up my standards for awhile, what I want and what I am looking for. I'll embrace fate and let what will be just be. Que Sera, Sera! If fate wants to speed things up however, that would be great as well. Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic xox

The rule is don't you ever even talk about forever but you never say never ♪♫

Those of you who read this (all three of you :p) may not know the cynical side of me, mostly because all I talk about is love and what I want. However, there is what I am afraid of well. Unrequited love, broken hearts, tears. I always say everything is a lesson and jump right in, but really I am terrified no one will catch me, and it will just be another failed attempt on my part. Although I suppose you could say every failure is just a step towards success. But I don't always have that optimistic outlook. Hence my cynicism. Those who know good and see me everyday and know about my weekend adventures and know the rules. No cuddling, no sleepover, and no promises. People think I say this because it's truly what I want, but I say it because it's my safety net, my way of not getting hurt. No soft caresses and smiles in the morning help fend off falling for you. It's dangerous territory and I'm afraid. I suppose rules are meant to be broken, I just hope my heart isn't.
The Hopeless Romantic xox

How do I love thee?

Whenever people talk about great and true love they always include that there were challenges, up and downs. When your love is real you work those things out, compromise, become stronger in the end. However, do we really know how to love well? It is such a strong emotion, are we sure we know how to control it? I think we are just learning to love. As humans, we started out with a mission to procreate and survive, the instinct just to live. Then came arranged marriages, and marriages to ensure money and family nobility. In those times only the poor were lucky enough to marry for love, which was tested by poverty and mouths to feed, and once again survival. However now we have a choice in our mates, a choice if we want to raise families, our even keep our spouses for a lifetime. Perhaps people did have it right before, making it work and staying for the long haul, perhaps not though. Did they really love each other to stay together until the end, or was it just oppression of their religions and families. I of course want to believe that you can find someone and love them until the end of time, but is that possible for everyone? Do we maybe give up to easily when we have a bump in the road that causes us to stop our journey? When will you know who is worth it? I’d like to think that gut feeling will just present itself and you know. Whether or not we truly know how to love I am sure as hell am going to try, every chance I get, learn from my mistakes and hopefully my journey will end at the right one, with a whole new journey to follow.

On the brink....

Sorry it's been a while, I have no internet, and no romance! The only thing hot lately is the weather. I've been trying, but just no spark. I think I am at a point where I am happy enough that what I've got for the time being is satisfying. Where is before I thought love was what I was missing. I mentioned I have no internet, I also don't own a TV. I have a consistant job. I've stopped wearing make-up and tons of jewelry all the time, I can cook, which is something I did not know about myself, and I've been enjoying reading books that are more historical than romantic. I am not quite sure what is going on, but I am on the brink of something, something I haven't figured out yet. But when I do, I will fill you in and hopefully there will be something exciting to write about soon. I have some time off in august, so if nothing great happens by then I'll make it up.
Until then,
The Hopeless Romantic