Now,
the butterflies,
because they’re big,
sail boats
and use their wings
for more than show.
Artist: Sean of Tattoo Alley in Bozeman, Montana.
From one of my favorite books, Tiger Flower, written by Robert Vavra, and illustrated by Fleur Cowles.
(via fuckyeahtattoos)
Oh, a day downtown, there is no such happiness!
Yesterday, I had the pleasure of driving around downtown Tulsa. It was my first look at downtown since moving away four years ago. My perspective was incredible. The bustling of city streets, the small shops and boutiques that gave me a longing to explore, the complete dream I have of myself, all with an afternoon drive downtown. The day was beautiful.
The vast amount of people walking with purpose, gives me a sense of who I am and motivation to breathe and succeed in my own life.
The people!
Men dressed in full suits with killer tailoring and shiny shoes, and without a second glance, walking past men dressed in drab layers with hands in pockets, hats down low.
The sun reaching around corners and spreading warmth against the cool of the wind.
I love the city.
"I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude."
- Henry David Thoreau
I am happily listening to it rain for the first time since I’ve been back home.
Best night, yet.
"‘I certainly have not the talent which some people possess,’ said Darcy, ‘of conversing easily with those I have never seen before. I cannot catch their tone of conversation, or appear interested in their concerns, as I often see done.’"
- Fitzwilliam Darcy, Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen
January 1, 2012
Let things happen naturally, and you’ll notice how much happier you’ll be when they happen unexpectedly. Relax. Give yourself some credit, there’s no need to be so hard on yourself. Take time to make more things with your hands. Learn the ukulele. Don’t be afraid to fail. Simplify.
abide
Breathe.
That is all I am able to do at the moment. Two weeks in great ole’ T-town and I was only just today able to spend more than half an hour to myself. I not only spent more than a half hour to myself, I spent FIVE hours all by myself.
I ran for a long time.
I sat under a tree for a long time.
I wrote for a long time.
I did absolutely nothing for anyone else for a long time.
Since I’ve moved, I haven’t been able to sort out the many emotions bouncing around. Not being able to settle might have something to do with it, though when am I ever truly settled? That’s a different thought altogether.
I’ve decided to dwell on everything pure, honorable, and lovely.
Such as, the indention my writing makes on the pages of my journal. The comfortable feeling when falling asleep on the cold side of my pillow. Watching adorable, old couples walking hand in hand. The first breath of fresh rain when I wake up from sleeping in the mountains. The happiness around someone I love. The crunch of snow as I walk a moonlit night. The natural sweetness from raw honey.
These are the things that keep me sane.
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‘Hopeless romantic’ can sometimes be an understatement. I’ve been reading too many writings by the likes of John Keats and Jane Austen.
So, I’ll leave you with this; One of the best, if not most influential, writers I’ve read:
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know other way that this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”
Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
"In an ideal world no one would talk before 10am, people would just hug, because waking up is really hard."
- Zooey Deschanel
