Sunday, June 8, 2014
A list of June things
I'd like to see more of:
outdoor folk music.
possibilities of spontaneity.
wild, western landscapes.
days without time.
walks at dusk.
drives to nowhere/everywhere.
And more gorgeous music like this....
to melt into:
photo source: here
One day we'll sit on a verandah
among silence and words
and the wide, sparkling sea.
From there we'll witness
rhythms and waves
and skies and heartbeats.
And I promise
they'll be wondrous.
that surround us.
You and me.
Art by Duy Huynh
As time treads on, we may think memories become muddled and vague, slowly disappearing with each year. This isn't the case.The body remembers.
When you revisit a place it has a way of pulling the past up from the depths of your bones and flooding your bloodstream with old familiar feelings, only this time they're more concentrated, more potent, more clear. Like a time machine. A time machine of remembrance and longing; longing to hold on, longing to go back, longing to never forget again.
But nothing is ever truly forgotten, just stored inside us like a series of faded snapshots, simply waiting for recognition, rediscovery and sometimes permission to form the full picture.
photo source: me
I'd like to know about these forest paths. Their bending, their breaking, their changes, their seasons. How we'll step into our own, learning to protect each others breathing, learning to breathe together, to share space, to give space, to become the very trees themselves, steady in growth, roots deeper than the solid grounds, our strength sometimes stronger than reason.
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Only take those ready to receive the full force of your love and life so that they may grow alongside you separately, yet dangerously close enough to create an entirely new world together while never shying away from the wild fire and splendor of two heated hearts.
It is the only way.
"I could light the night up with my soul on fire
I could make the sun shine from pure desire
Let me feel the love come over me
Let me feel how strong it can be"
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Tonight, the sky sits silenced and suspended between calm and rage before the storm, awaiting the chance to release the pressure in order to change it's shape and form.
If I had two weeks, I'd take you to places that make the soul a little less thirsty- places that'll hold us in their hills as the sun blankets the land with hopeful orange light. We'd soften gently with dusk, knowing that time will take care of us, because when you believe in time, then time will believe in you and I.