finally see what it means to be living
Autumn is finally showing its face, things are changing, and everything is beautiful.
I am in love with the world. These twilight colors, the clean smell of the air. I am going through one of those phases where just about everything makes my heart feel fit to burst. On my walk home from the bank, I picked up three truly red leaves and held them in my hand, like a bouquet. I wanted to pick up every leaf on the sidewalk, to paper my walls with them, keep them tacked there until they turn into brown shells of their former selves, like old snakeskins. I keep thinking about faith lately. I've never been a religious person, and I still wouldn't consider myself to be, but I'm starting to understand why other people are. Ilana told me this story about a tree wrapped in white cloths, and I keep seeing that tree in my mind. It would be so comforting if I could believe in one being who was always watching out for me. I take joy in my own control of my life, though. In this way, the conversations of my life can be sermons and my photos will bear witness to the passing of time. In the end, I hope it will be enough- candlelight and cake at charlie's, the porch in the rain, a blue dress, a seahorse tattoo. Late night art talks, and a best friend who always calls me before bed. These are my riches.
I am in love with the world. These twilight colors, the clean smell of the air. I am going through one of those phases where just about everything makes my heart feel fit to burst. On my walk home from the bank, I picked up three truly red leaves and held them in my hand, like a bouquet. I wanted to pick up every leaf on the sidewalk, to paper my walls with them, keep them tacked there until they turn into brown shells of their former selves, like old snakeskins. I keep thinking about faith lately. I've never been a religious person, and I still wouldn't consider myself to be, but I'm starting to understand why other people are. Ilana told me this story about a tree wrapped in white cloths, and I keep seeing that tree in my mind. It would be so comforting if I could believe in one being who was always watching out for me. I take joy in my own control of my life, though. In this way, the conversations of my life can be sermons and my photos will bear witness to the passing of time. In the end, I hope it will be enough- candlelight and cake at charlie's, the porch in the rain, a blue dress, a seahorse tattoo. Late night art talks, and a best friend who always calls me before bed. These are my riches.