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landscapes {of the human heart}

how to put into words the things, the people, the places that pump the heart-blood? how to make those symbols go down easy, hit hard, lift up? how to lay it bare without thoughts of rejection and judgment and ridicule? how not to be afraid? how to bring to light the complexities of an honest…

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 that…

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 ever…

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.  taking…

walking among giants

we walk amongst the giants, that we may never lose sight of our relative importance. the undisciplined tongue adventureartartistblack and whiteblogbloggerbnwcoloradodenverdenver blogfreedominspirationinspirational quoteslifelightlovemountainsnatureoutdoorsphotographythoughtstraveltruthwomenwriting

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.…

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. the…

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, as…

the hunger

fierce is the longing for my home place, an intangible ache marrow-deep. shaped by her fields and her bayous, her mysteries and misfits and beasts. borne of her soil, married to her seasons, my rhythms shift and change in her absence. her likeness haunts me, ablaze in the kaleidoscope of colors at sundown or the song…

back on top

because there’s something so satisfying about knowing you’ve reached the highest point. of anything. the undisciplined tongue adventureblogcoloradoloveLowamountainsnatureoutdoorstravelwomen