we do not remember days, we remember moments. {cesare pavese}
The funny thing about blogging is the questioning of the practice. I question that I have anything to share… to which I realize we all have something to share. To live is to share, right? We are taught it early… share, share, share. But as you age, you become self-conscious of what you share. You question everything, right down to the space and resources you use up to exist, and thereby your necessity or joy to share.
i’m a big lover of nature.
there is so much beauty in this world.
plant life never ceases to amazing me.
the variety and vibrance feels infinite. Continue reading “natural close-up”
On Tuesday night when I saw the majority of the US map turn red, I said, “this is making me dislike the color red.” “It’s like the country is hemorrhaging.”
sad
heartbroken
confused
angry
fired-up to get involved
fighty
frustrated
tired
and many more emotions that don’t have words
do you ever break down words to get to the heart of it, then turned it into word association? me neither, until now.
dis ease / not easy / anti ease
mis take / don’t take / not take
over all / lord / above
in to / movement
all ways / every where / love
full fill / fill while full
*I wrote this two and a half years ago, it seems appropriate to share now. I’m still processing this week. So here we are.
Today was roller coaster. I need to process it. I didn’t see this coming.
