Delayed. Sometimes projects get put on hold. Life comes up. We act. Then we return. We always return home. No matter how far we go, we always come home.
A Year Ago, Today - October 18, 2015
The most meaningful things, open eyes and brilliant stares, the giving of silent prayers. The spreading of wings. The whispering wind. The learnings of love. The God above. The earth below. The fire and the snow. The budding flower, the blooming sun, the willingness to come undone. Simple things. Happiness sings. All a part. The humming heart.
October 19, 2015
On a bus. The beginning of a trip. To England. The final phase of a long journey. Less than a year remains. Present, I am present. To myself. I understand who I am. My responsibility to stay centered. I lose myself in the other. In the result. In the chase for things outside of me. Am I afraid to write? Am I afraid of what's next? Am I afraid of what's now? Space. I long for space. Nothingness. En route to Basham Abbey. Again. Anew. One last time.
Saturday, October 15, 2016
Friday, October 14, 2016
My name is Rachel. It's my name. It's not who I am. I like to do yoga. I like to dance, and be goofy. I like deep, passionate conversation. I like laughing. I like drinking. Coffee, water, IPA's. I'm not sure what I want to be when I grow up. I'm not sure if I'll ever grow up. I think I'll just grow. Whatever way I'm meant to. One day, I'd like to write a book. Every time I start, I stop. Everyone says they want to be normal. I don't know what normal is. Do you? When I think too hard, I scrunch my shoulders up toward my ears. It makes my head hurt. I love a lot of people. I love them a lot. I wonder if they know I love them. I gave a bum 25 cents today. I had 25 cents to give. I like to dream. My mom is gentle. My dad has charisma. I have both.