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}”
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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…”
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”
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”