hangsawoman:

my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that

fromdarzaitoleeza:

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Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

i cant remember the last time i challenged my hope, gratitude, embrace, mind or heart to cherish the journey i have walked. to face the deepness of human nature, the twists and turns of tribulation, the escape of it all and somehow become something half of what i’d known. i truly felt as if i’d be the shell of a walnut in my steps of an old heart i once carried. to separate myself from the path i thought was formed from my soul, only to find that the soul changes. what an experience to see growth and rebirth through the depths of my deepest fears; to swim through the black creek of all my karma, to sit in stillness with no call. I was molded in confusion, loneliness, desperation for quite a bit.

The world turned and I turned from it.

What a blessing it was to turn inward for what felt like a moment, but will last an eternity. I may have lost the twinkle in my eye but my heart bleeds truly at the sight of what is pure. Becoming rearranged by the way the wind dances, to hope when flowers bloom, to sing as i walk; to have a heart again, what a blessing a life is.

We are consumed with being busy, the trends, the work, the education, the instant gratification; it such a shame we lack patience to see the world become. I try to find a simple pace, as the earth does; to bloom when due, to change with the seasons, to share, serve, receive, and grow.

I hold the deepest gratitude to the earth for reminding me what it means to be truly human. We have hearts, minds, feelings, souls, stories; we are the creation that creates. Slowing down and remembering we are made for connection, rawness in moments, simplicity, and love has molded my perspective into something light and heavy simultaneously; try imagining the thickness of a blueberry pie, yet the crust still flakes.

Anyway, all in all, there is a natural beauty to the nature we are meant to serve, yet we run from it. Why?

Find yourself in it, become a sun who shines in humility.

I thank nature for her duality, the presence of grief serving as an expression of love.

Sorry for the ambiguity! Try to find a balance again, bring this world its peace from inward.

roundo:

“Don’t rub your eyes it leads to wrinkles and eye bags!!” you live in a world where you feel guilt over even the most microscopic of life’s pleasures and I will never want to join you there

justreminiscing:

“Nothing is more powerful than plowing yourself to be truly affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop… All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.”

- Amelia Olson


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