1:00am (350 notes)
Old Midwest thunderstorms still linger inside me, I miss the sound that rattled my bones
12:14pm (1 note)
We are the natural apertures allowing the universe to view itself.
How many more words until silence?
Today the sun is hot and wind is cold. I sat under our silver maple tree and watched her humbly offer hundreds of samara seeds back to the land. How beautiful it is to so freely shed leaves like memories and seeds like ideas. To grow towards a heavenly sky we must begin in the dirt. Plant your seed.
Here, we go - again and again.
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it’s the too-huge world vaulting us, and it’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.”
Don’t wait for other times, for other times will pass you by.