I am learning. Ever learning about what love really is and how it flows in and out of my heart.
I am learning what it really means to love without receiving.
I am learning what it is to truly be vulnerable and open.
It is a hard thing and yet it is dearly beautiful…
(Photo’s of my journal pages as of late.)
A Magical warehouse is the perfect place for a french press adventure.
The ceiling rusted into stars.
The floor puddled with rain.
Wild beasts playing around us as the steam rises off our yummy Stump Town Coffee.
This is my new favorite place, I could live many adventures within these walls.
If only we had eyes to see…
“The dark night of the soul comes just before revelation.
When everything is lost, and all seems darkness,
Then comes the new life and all that is needed.”
-Joseph Campbell
Shine a little more honey.
Face those ever encircling thoughts.
Let the seems burst wide and the strength gather up speed to carry you on.
Shine a little more honey, SHINE!
I am composed of many selves, of many opposing forces, moods, even reasonings.
Perhaps that is why I can never be wholly satisfied with anything.
It is amusing to be composed of fragments.
At least now I may experience the enchantment of eternal variety.
I will never be boring perfection.
“We must reawaken, and keep ourselves awake.
Not by mechanical aid, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn.”
-Henry David Thoreau
That’s what keeps me going. Not arms, or jobs or things.
But the hope in a dawn. For every darkness there is a light…
I had made a promise to myself to live in a hopefully vulnerability. This I shall hold till the very end.