I deleted a lot of my old entries before I could bring myself to write a new one. I'm not completely sure why; I just felt ridiculous with some of those words up on the screen in front of me. As I deleted post after post, slowly I began to feel less fond of the "delete" button and fewer of my entries evoked my outright disdain. So, at least my self ( Read more... )

You can’t create something out of nothing; you can’t force other’s ideals to be your own, they must come naturally ( Read more... )

Driving home today I was suddenly struck at how exposed we all are. When it comes right down to it, all that's separating us from space is some gas. We're on this huge rock sphere that's hurtling at 67,062 mph around a firey ball, dancers swirling and twirling around a bonfire late at night. There's something about that understanding that makes it ( Read more... )

Live intentionally.

Candles, oil, meditation, and cleanliness in the early evening. What will night bring?

Oranges and lemons ( Read more... )

The mountains here are gentler than the ones I saw last year in Colorado. Their curves against the sky are soft, almost erotic. My feet became sledgehammers on the soft snow as I marched towards the parabola that was the valley between two mountains. The parabola transformed into a curved geometric plane as I entered it, it's stark whiteness ( Read more... )

Up until the age of around 10, I had a real problem remembering what year it was. I would constantly head my papers things like September 4, 1994 when it was actually 1996. The strange thing was that I would always know what month and day it was... but years escaped me. What does that say about me ( Read more... )

So I got snowshoes for Christmas, and today I put them to use. I think that they're the best Christmas gift that I've ever received, in terms of me and what I like. It snowed all day today and the mountains were blanketed in fog, and so I trudged through the snow for about five hours. I can't describe how beautiful it was. I can however tell you ( Read more... )

So I'm going to write again. Second time in an evening. Shows you how exciting I am... right? nope ( Read more... )

A brave face can also be a very tired face ( Read more... )