Thirty seven trips around the sun. Another earth-year. Revolutions and resolutions. One full season older. One more year of falling leaves, of a million coffees, dirty dishes, bowel movements, haircuts, nachos, laughter, kissing, crying, and whatnots. Countless trivialities and enchantments. I still harbor a thirst for rapturous creation. For the understanding of a language never conceived nor spoken. For truth, of love, for righteousness. For comprehension on a scale unfathomable to my puny human understanding. Every year traveling closer to truth, further from self. Forlorn and longing. I love, and I ache. Life hurts. Anything worth doing is hard, but still is worth doing. Whispers woven within the marrow of our bones. “We are all one, one in the same.” The reality glorious and overwhelming. Selfless and nonsensical. You live and learn, but what? To breathe, to feel. The only certainty occurs in fleeting moments-breath to breath. To take nothing for granted. To love out loud! These musings, they run in circles... I miss everyone. And I love you. Thank you for the well-wishing’s, friends. I feel more and more blessed more and more often. XO
Posted on: Wed, 24 Sep 2014 19:47:49 +0000
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