One sweet world.

Memory.  There are so many times when I'm sitting, just soaking in some beautiful moment of perception and clarity, or maybe surrounded by love or physical beauty and wonder how long I can capture that feeling for. What if I won't be able to remember years from now, or it's faded so much only something small will trigger it; such as a scent or visual?   I suppose that's what my love of photography and writing are for... memory.  I used to journal consistently until writing made my wrist ache (maybe carpal tunnel) from repetitive use, and typing isn't quite as satisfying. When I physically write, it's as if the words came right from my soul, through me and the pen, falling onto the paper in some sort of sacred rhythm.  Writing on the computer doesn't feel as connected, although it's something I must get used to, as my wrist simply will not allow the pen to paper route anymore with the type of writing I crave.

 I absolutely love photography as well; and being the view girl I am, I get much fulfillment from taking photos of scenery and landscapes.  I'm almost more interested in that than photographs of people at times.  Where do the years go though? Are they pressed between photographs and memory and nostalgia?  I just want to remember everything. Life is just too beautiful... along with all of the ups and downs not to. I try to capture and create valuable adventures, intimate moments, happiness and even sadness for tangible evidence later on, simply to remember them by.

"I like to find poetry in life:

written or photographed

the dimple when you smile

a chest of drawers from 1905

it's the details that keep me alive."

-unknown

Dave Matthews with Tim Reynolds.  HEART. :)

"One sweet world
Around a star is spinning
One sweet world
And in her breath I'm swimming
And here we will rest in peace."

Love love is all around.

"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world and behold, 

everything is softer and more beautiful."
-Norman Peale

I just wanted to pop in and say Merry Christmas 
and sweet dreams. :)

"So the story goes, so I'm told 
The people he knew were 
Less than golden hearted 
Gamblers and robbers 
Drinkers and jokers, all soul searchers 
Like you and me Rumors insisited he soon would be 
For his deviations 
Taken into custody by the authorities 
Less informed than he. 
Drinkers and jokers. all soul searchers 
Searching for love love love 
Love love love 
Love love is all around 

Father up above, why in all this anger have you fill 
Me up with love 
Fill me love love love 
Love love love 
Love love"

To the end of the world.

"I couldn't convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see.  But maybe that how lovers know they're meant to love; they see the same blue.  And they both know it."

-unknown

My sister Kelly introduced me to this Dave song when I visited Rhode Island a few months ago.  We were in her car driving to Newport; ocean air and sunlight flooding through the open windows as we cruised through our familiar state; shared memories rushing back with every town we passed, and this song playing so loudly you could feel it in your chest.  Like it was a part of you. You see, that's what music truly is: a part of you. It's a reflection of what you go through. And maybe that's why we like to play the songs that we love most as loudly as possible. :)

"Wanna pack your bags, Something small
Take what you need and we disappear
Without a trace we'll be gone, gone
The moon and the stars can follow the car
and then when we get to the ocean
We gonna take a boat to the end of the world
All the way to the end of the world

Oh, and when the kids are old enough
We're gonna teach them to fly

You and me together, we could do anything, Baby
You and me together yes, yes

You and I, we're not tied to the ground
Not falling but rising like rolling around
Eyes closed above the rooftops
Eyes closed, we're gonna spin through the stars
Our arms wide as the sky
We gonna ride the blue all the way to the end of the world
To the end of the world...."

Loving wings.

I sat beside you, feet on the dashboard, watching the stars illuminate the trees below.  

Their soft light had ways of telling what was real.....

 and what wasn't.  

We can make up all sorts of truths sometimes.

But here and now...

this galaxy was real.

And so were we.

"My heart was made of broken bones
My soul a bag of stick and stones
Then you along this dusty road
Have come, my love, to take me home

And I give to you my everything
Because you've given me these lovely wings
And angels have all gathered 'round
To hear me sing my love out loud

Ohh, ohh, ohh.
Ohh, ohh, ohh.

You lightly lifted me away
Out of a darkness cold and gray
And I work beneath the midday sun
A cold blue water, you have come

And I give to you my everything
Because you've given me these lovely wings
And angels have all gathered 'round
To hear me sing my love out loud

Ohh, ohh, ohh.
Ohh, ohh, ohh.

So take your place here next to me
And I'll take my place there next to thee
No matter how far we may roam
It's by your side I make my home

And I give to you my everything
Because you've given me these loving wings
And angels have all gathered 'round
To hear me sing my love out loud

Ohh, ohh, ohh.
Ohh, ohh, ohh."