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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today could be the beginning…
…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 thatContinue reading “today could be the beginning…”
in other words // sweet solitude
“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 everContinue reading “in other words // sweet solitude”
everything flows // age of aquarius
“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. takingContinue reading “everything flows // age of aquarius”
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”
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
in other words // roots
“are we misled by the fact that we move freely on the earth and are not rooted to it in the same way as trees to the ground or fingers to the hand?”-alan watts, cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown the undisciplined tongue