Author: abigailblessing

  • “Little Things with Great Love”

    “Little Things with Great Love”

    Dear friends,I’ve been faced with how simple yet compelling the act of showing kindness can be. After reading “The Unexpected Power of Random Acts of Kindness,” I felt a deep desire to touch others through small acts of kindness. I am an empathetic person and possess a keen consciousness of the mental and emotional states…

  • Thoughts on Transition

    Thoughts on Transition

    Dear friends, It has been a little while since I’ve written a blog post. Since school started, life seems to course along at a rapid pace, muddling time in its path. In the face of this (still new) change, I’ve found it difficult to translate my disjointed thoughts into words, repelling me from the keyboard. And,…

  • A Sonnet: Sunless Shade

    A Sonnet: Sunless Shade

    Hello friends, I hope you have been well. Please forgive my relative silence — I’ve been adjusting to a new school system so I haven’t had the time or inspiration to write of late. However, I did want to share with you some exciting news. I received an award in the Youth category of the…

  • Notes from People Watching

    Notes from People Watching

    As I gazed out my car window one summer evening this week, I was confronted with how full the world is of activity, of movement. I passed little houses and claustrophobic apartments, sheltering the heads of people unknown. I glimpsed men and women walking, sweeping, talking, reading, engaging in quiet routines. Windows radiated with warm…

  • Bidding Farewell

    Bidding Farewell

    How does one say goodbye well? As I prepare to move to another city (an island, to be specific) and another school, this question courses across my mind. Even after years of moving from dwelling to dwelling, I am still in the process of finding the answer. Places and houses — physical entities — are…

  • Discourse on Clouds

    Discourse on Clouds

    I remember cloud-watching as a six-year-old — on the field in front of the school I went to. I recall lying on my back, gazing at the movement of the clouds. Wondering in awe at their rapid motion, their transience of form. They spiraled above me, coursing beyond my view. To a certain extent, I think…