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I think this will always be one of my favourite photographs. It sticks to my wall, and I can get lost staring into it. It’s strange how intriguing a picture can be, but if it is a true storyteller, then it really is not that strange at all. Maybe knowing Nick and Bobbi are still together today more than forty years after the festival makes me inspired. Maybe seeing love like that makes me inspired. I wonder what it would be like sipping tea on the porch with the love of your life -the one you’ve lived with longer than you’ve lived without - reminiscing years of shared memories and adventures that began in your wild youth. Maybe I’m just really corny.
As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep…feel it all – look around you- all of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.
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a lil somethin’ I wrote today called “Lakes”
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Today I dance
Dust on my feet
And you’re shoes are battered too
I made a friend
I know it’s hard to take
But sometimes we must break
So don’t be afraid, my dear
For our days are few
we’re half awake in a fake empire
(Source: e-y-e-l-e-s-s, via monarchie)
When you stop expecting people to be perfect, you can like them for who they are. And when you stop expecting material possessions to complete you, you’d be surprised at how much pleasure you get in material possessions. And when you stop expecting God to end all your troubles, you’d be surprised at how much you like spending time with God.
daydreams
What do you do when you possess one of these minds that spins out of order at the demand of a painfully mundane task? You daydream. Well, at least I do, having grown up with one of these minds. The ones that move like trains on eternal tracks; the ones often mistaken for weakness or madness. Sometimes it is a blessing, sometimes a curse, and at the moment of finding a kindred - it is invigorating. I have felt alive in my daydreams. Like watching a heart wrenching film, I look at myself outside of myself pitying myself or rejoicing with myself. I feel detached, but alive, because I subconsciously try to add emotion to everyday experiences. It’s a fantasy world, really. With an epic soundtrack in the background. Both constrained and untamed, we must remember these minds are beautiful. I have spent too much time wondering if I was a problem. Now I am learning that while this is false, something else is true: in the channeling of this mind, I can become more free - for life is better spent being lived than it is being dreamed.
A little somethin’ I’m working on :)
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