Tag Archives: truth

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 honestContinue reading “landscapes {of the human heart}”

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 minutesContinue reading “sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul”

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”

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”

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 songContinue reading “the hunger”