time. a precious {nonrenewable} resource, a baffling {social + global} construct, perhaps the thing we waste the most of {and that’s saying a lot}. why? and what exactly are we allowing to cannibalize it? {something that’s always fascinated me + one of the things meditation brings to mind time and again.} how can mere minutesContinue reading “sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul”
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walking among giants
we walk amongst the giants, that we may never lose sight of our relative importance. the undisciplined tongue
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. mt. belford, 14, 203′ and mt.Continue reading “untainted by man”
the edge
the line,the tightrope,the razor’s edge. whatever you call it,we’re all walking it. betweenhopefulness and the absurd,confidence and arrogance,compassion and self-righteousness, freedom and the ego,awareness and judgment. most of the timei can’t even tellwhich sidei’m on. or if there areeven sides?or lines? and if it isevenpossible, to know? do we losein striving? canthoughtkillthought? the undisciplined tongueContinue reading “the edge”
in other words // hope
“i’m soft, i dream too. i let myself dream… it could happen. i’m ready. i’ve watched snails climb over ten foot walls and vanish.” -bukowski, “on the continent” the undisciplined tongue
love my lens // baby
on wednesday, after a mere 20 inches of snow blanketed denver in the most glorious way, the storm broke, and as if by some deep and primal calling, we all emerged from our warm cocoons and into the wilds. i took out one of my all time favorite camera accessories: my lensbaby. true love. theContinue reading “love my lens // baby”
you remember records
the snow swirls, the tea steeps, and i’m wrapped in the cozy sounds of sinatra’s velvety croons emanating from my grandparents’ vinyl. i close my eyes and conjure up the joy of their 5 o’clock ritual. of husbands and wives and sisters and brothers gathered together and celebrating life. scotch splashing, ice cubes tinkling, asContinue reading “you remember records”
in other words // snow
“perhaps all the snow in the world will fall, burying everything, such silence, and then i will come out of it in the spring, different, cleaner, not born again so much as built up.” -rick bass, winter the undisciplined tongue
freedom
i’ve always marveled at birds on a wire. envious how they float just above this rational world. do they mourn our cluttered lives? are they saddened by our cages? outraged at our tail-chasing? the undisciplined tongue
light in the heart
do i alone dream of being luminous? vibrant and tender and open to the richest depths. with no purpose save for radiating beauty and a quiet, effortless grace that offers a brief respite from the crowded mess. unearthing things and unfolding them softly into the world. the undiscovered regions and the hopes and fears that petrify. noContinue reading “light in the heart”