Winter took its time and summer is ending the same way you might finish a really good book, smile-crying as you turn pages wanting to know, yet trying to hang on to every word as though reading slowly will postpone the delivery of the final sentences. The last book I read ended like this: “Right now is the moment I have, to see and feel it fully. I lie on my back. The sky is clear, matching my eyes, a color I see as blue”.
Place your hand on your heart, feeling the warmth of your touch. Pay attention to the rising and falling of your chest as you breathe deeply into your center. Breathe a sense of calm and peace into your heart. Breathe in goodness. Breathe in kindness for yourself and gratitude for others. Breathe in patience, acceptance, ease. Can you feel your heartbeat synchronizing with the gentle rhythm of the air flowing in and out of your lungs? Keep breathing love into your heart center and allow that feeling to become steady in your body. It exists within you. 💛
The taste of wild berries. The smell of sun-baked white pine and smoke lingering in the thick August sky. Your hand in mine. Those seconds falling through the air that feel like eternity when jumping into the river as the sun goes down. A single roadside bluebell. You, and mornings, and you. Calm, loud, soft, urgent, slow. ‘I want to live like this forever’, hums the river. Call it love, call it anything you want. 📷: @tonyandrewgram
Wouldn’t it be beautiful if we stopped choosing sides and celebrated the collective GOOD of humanity rather than obsessively pointing out / assuming our differences and mistakes? I dream of a world in which we listen to and hold one another because of our differences. Where we reach out and pick each other up when we stumble. I believe our generations are fighting for a big kind of love but I don’t see how we can possibly come together separately. New question up in my stories. I want to keep this conversation alive and continue celebrating our human-ness with you. Meet you there. ❤️💛💙
Lupines. He said they were his favorite because they grow wild on the sides of mountains and cover entire valleys in seas of blue violet. I love the way tiny butterflies hang on them disguised as petals. They are too giddy to stay still and bounce around the open sky drunk on nectar. In the mornings I drive up high to fill my lungs with mountain air. My hair flutters in the breeze. My nose drowns in waves of blue violet. Nectar-drunk. I wasn’t seeking, but found them there; scattered, still here—just like he said.
Love is a force of nature—however much we may want to, we cannot command, demand or take away love any more than we can command the moon and rain and stars and the wind to come and go. Like the sun, love radiates independently of our fears and desires. Love is inherently free and cares what becomes of you—because love knows that the “other” is also oneself.