Sunday, June 8, 2014

June things.

A list of June things 

I'd like to see more of:

potted plants.
daytime moons.
outdoor folk music.
salt water.
summer rain.
red-coral sunsets.
tiny cabins.
old books.
possibilities of spontaneity.
wild, western landscapes.
remembered dreams.
days without time.
walks at dusk.
drives to nowhere/everywhere.
less waiting.

And more gorgeous music like this.... 

to melt into:

I promise they'll be wondrous.

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.
These worlds
that surround us.
You and me.

A time machine.

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.

Protect each others breathing.

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

Two heated hearts.

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

No less than everything.

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.

You sit and gaze at the face of a gently falling dusk, drenched in the sounds of fleeting birds and the last of the closing doors of those retreating into homes as we circle 'round the same old sun, as hot as the fire in your core, ready to rise into being by following the call that pulls you toward what you must finally become. Embody yourself. You are fully supported by no less than everything. And everything is waiting for you.

When you believe in time.

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.