today could be the beginning…

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denver. colorado.

…of anything you want.

did you know dr. seuss was rejected 27 times before his first book was published?  that sharon jones had a whole host of dead-end jobs before releasing her first album at the ripe, round age of 40?  i do.  in fact, i keep inspirations like these handy to remind myself that every day, every moment is an opportunity to grow your life, change its course, become who you want to be, and never be pigeonholed.

i’ve always known myself to be a dabbler—an apprentice of many, an expert of none.  i’ve been a ski tech, librarian, student, teacher, nanny.  a daughter, sister, aunt, friend.  i’ve been a photographer, gardener, artist, and (lately) freelance writer.  and for those of us who thrive on awakening, it’s oh-so comforting to know that there is truly no end to the fluid and infinite nature of this exquisite life.

sylvia plath’s fig tree story used to haunt me.  at many points i could identify with it so deeply that it was terrifying, but today it seems to carry a whole new, promising weight.

we don’t have to choose just one wonderful future.  we’re creatively and expertly designed to be capable of a multitude of true and great things.

bukowski scratches the sentiment out quite precisely:

“invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change tone and shape so often that they can
never
categorize you.”

-charles bukowki, no leaders, please

amen, brother.

the undisciplined tongue

xoxo

in other words // sweet solitude

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home. mississippi delta.

“when i stood alone on the gentle swell of the prairies in my youth and felt the sting or caress of the wind and held my head to the skies and breathed the hope of the blue and white and gold of the freedom above the horizon i was less alone than i have ever been.”
-clyfford still, 1956

the undisciplined tongue

xoxo

everything flows // age of aquarius

 

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home.  mississippi delta.

“sometimes i go about pitying myself, and all the while i am being carried on great winds across the sky.” -the lakota sioux

amidst the afterglow of the holidays and the promise of my january birthday, i spend a lot of time ruminating.  and gallivanting.  ruminating and gallivanting – both inside and out.  taking stock of the preceding year and dreaming of what’s to come.  letting myself (and my mind) wander but always relishing the ever-present moment.

as an aquarius (and a proper human),  i’ve always been obsessed with movement.  everything flowing.  everything morphing, changing.  it’s what keeps up alive. it’s in our nature.  primal.

maybe it’s the eagle medicine card, maybe it’s the wolf moon, or maybe it’s pure self-delusion.  but i have a certain unexplained excitement about what’s in store for me in 2017, and i’m fully prepared to embrace it all.

may the next rotation be filled with beauty and growth and kindness.  with handwritten letters and handshaken cocktails.  and may i continue to deepen my connection to the Divine, the earth, and all the beautiful souls who roam its surface.

the undisciplined tongue

xoxo

 

 

untainted by man

there is no adequate way to describe what it feels like to summit.  to push yourself harder than you think possible.  to see the world from a place most never will.  to drink in air untainted by man.  to hear total and utter silence.  ah, yes, words are inadequate.

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that’s one fortunate little marmot.
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puts things in perspective.

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tiny speck of hot pink humanity resummiting mt. belford.

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the mystery of the summit ladybugs.

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mt. belford, 14, 203′ and mt. oxford, 14,160′.  11 miles and 5,800′ of elevation gain.

because not to would be a crime.

the undisciplined tongue

xoxo

the edge

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home.  mississippi delta.

the line,
the tightrope,
the razor’s edge.

whatever you call it,
we’re all walking it.

between
hopefulness and the absurd,
confidence and arrogance,
compassion and self-righteousness,

freedom and the ego,
awareness and judgment.

most of the time
i can’t even tell
which side
i’m on.

or if there are
even sides?
or lines?

and if it is
even
possible,

to know?

do we lose
in striving?

can
thought
kill
thought?

the undisciplined tongue

xoxo