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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…

sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul

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 minutes…

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.…

the edge

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…