Sunday, May 30, 2010

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

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window,  jacksonville rd.,  in house that my father lived in with his family.  the house was torn down.

kate

borrowed from kates blog.  my dear friend who is dreaming about change. she has gathered this.


"Make a radical change in your lifestyle and begin to boldly do things which you may previously never have thought of doing, or been too hesitant to attempt. So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, conformity, and conservation, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. If you want to get more out of life, you must lose your inclination for monotonous security and adopt a helter-skelter style of life that will at first appear to you to be crazy. But once you become accustomed to such a life you will see its full meaning and its incredible beauty."

Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild

i have another friend that is very dear to me that tells me that if you want something enough, it will happen. 

reminder


i have been blessed.  i have a child that has gold radiating from her core.  she holds my hand and sings 'moon river' to me.  the audrey hepburn version, of course.  i can see the moon from bedroom window at around 9 pm.  i have all of my teeth that i gave willingly to the tooth fairy so many years ago, original envolopes and all.  i have friends that are so encouraging, so devoted and so different.  i have had a hard time but i needed to write this out so i can remember and that you can see my fortune. 

Monday, May 3, 2010

simple

patsy cline in the rain. taking the backroads, trees are black against the pink sky. putting on a sweater that still smells like woodsmoke.  eighties love music.  handwritten letters. checked shirts.  walking on peppermint  and tattered jeans.  modesty.  honesty. bravery and sun tea.