Sunday, November 20, 2011

In the Moment

This is the way to live.

Friday, October 14, 2011

Saturday, September 3, 2011


Magic remains all around us. It's easy to see. It's easy to breathe.

I remain present to the ever unfolding journey and trust in life to present it's presents.

I love and honor the view.

I honor the changing tides.

This path is golden.

Life will continue to fill my sights with such great heights.

One day, one moment, one breath I trust that each one will be the best one yet.

Esta vida es bella.

Es una copa llena de agua el mundo.

Sunday, August 28, 2011


Periods of silence begin when I grow unsure of the changes occurring around me. They grow as they will until I decide that silence is not what I wish to grow. I find comfort in simple observations of shading, contrast, and bending to see different things, to grow differently, and to know what the difference means.

I'm wishing my wishes and seeing how their vibrations take form. Life will never cease to surprise me and for that I am thankful.

I let patterns present themselves and I cannot argue with the nature of the moment. I observe that transitions are infinite when we choose to have a feather for a heart and eyes set on inner light. I will shine, I will sing, and I will wish the many wishes that enrich the present ever enveloped in all time at once.

Sunday, August 14, 2011


I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.
- Robert Brault

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Belief in the Ever-Present Possibility

'We should recover a sense of malleability behind what is built.'
- Alain de Botton: Architecture of Happiness

Friday, July 29, 2011

#1 Hoarder

I've realized that I ran into a little issue with hoarding. I hoard photos on my phone.

Here's #1.

I took this picture in a caffeine daze whilst studying for finals in college.
Hmmm...I graduated in May of 2009 and posted this pic back then. Why keep it?
There's something about photos on hand for a journey. Image after image stored on my iPhone. I can't help but feel that I've trapped a piece of me and a moment in time there in my data storage. Cheers to letting go and clearing! I honor each experience and may my joy blow on the breeze.

Here's my next ginger genius #1.
May he sail me to more adventurous shores.
More #1 posts to follow until I catch up with myself and say hello.