4.14.14

my pups

"more creation for creations sake.  more friendships, more cheap thrills.  more effort expended to reach for the stars.  more margaritas at the new favorite spot.  more photos printed, framed and displayed.  more digging in dirt.  more letting the chips fall where they may.  more chances taken, more dances danced.  more music played, more books read.  more silliness and more helpless laughter.  more explorations and more discoveries.  more simple joy in simple pleasures.  more letters to friends for no special reason.  more star-gazing.  more kissing like you mean it.  more picking flowers. more climbing mountains and sleeping outside.  more dressing up.  more giving gifts.  more making cookies.  more countries crossed off the list.  more room and more simplicity.  more fresh air.  

more room for the good shit. less space for the bullshit."

~my journal

3.30.14

hills are blue

"I live on mountain-time now, I live in the mountains.  I watch storms brewing and count seconds between lightening and thunder.  I read books about cowboys and Comanches and I imagine a time when the west wore no fences.  I scour the ground for feathers and arrowheads.  I climb and descend.  I summit.  I glory in a mountian life; the lowlands seem a distant memory.  I almost forget the time I spent there - the bounty of oxygen, the sound of the sea.  My life in the city - a dream.  My heart expands infinitely here, with the altitude, encompasses all around, above and below.  I am a mountain girl... and I am home."

journal 8.2.13

2.26.14

day 2

"it's not the prettiest of seasons here right now - the tail end of winter with only the very first idea it might be spring.  the woods are silent and the air is bright, the mountains in the distance are still white with snow, but if you look closely, each bough is tipped with buds." 

- my journal