Saturday, April 25, 2015

Picking Out Stars Between Thumb and Finger

Its a night like this one, when the air is cool and a bit crisp, but still and silent, and the moon peaks over tree limbs while the stars cling to the sky like bugs on a windshield (or like splotches of ink on notebook paper, if the tools were reversed) I may feel most alive. I'm running, my lungs are swelling and sweat is framing my face, but my legs are weightless and spry. This is the feeling of 
possibility and....hope, because you feel powerful and backed by something powerful as well. 

It also makes me think of Africa, where I have felt more alive sync; its something which is immensly difficult to put into words because the feeling is typically at a time or in a moment you weren't necessarily prepared for. My moments are unexpected and sometimes slowly but often instantly, I feel full. If something were missing, I feel like I found it. The stars usually do it, and in Africa the stars were more dazzling than I have ever witnessed. Its a night like this one that feeling comes back along with the remembrance of things that have accompanied it...

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Better Yet

Ahhhhhh. Spring - freshness, newness, lively, healthy, airy, cheerful, and inspiring. It feels a bit like a clean start but with blessings I am familiar with. I am well aware that it could be gone soon enough though I'm trying not to think about it. I am on a fervent mission to not return to a certain place next school year. I feel like I'm almost actually where I belong....and there's still something better yet.

defeat, my defeat, my deathless courage, you and I shall laugh together with the storm, and together we shall dig graves for all that die in us, and we shall stand in the sun with a will, and we shall be dangerous.
-kahlil gibran; the madman 

photo via awelltravelledwoman