February 14.
I’m exhausted.
February 16.
I’m exhausted.
But in a happier more comfortable way, I think. Hard to tell. I try my best to focus on the beauty and only the beauty. Nothing else matters.
A few of the things that I love about this world:
- Women who sometimes spend their time doing beautiful unproductive things (braiding their hair, arranging flowers, buying birdseed)
- Rain, Rain, Rain, and the millions of ways it can fall
- The silence of snow
- People with strange fascinations
- Older generations with a tale to tell
- MUSIC (what it can do for people, guitars, bands, beautiful musical souls who breathe and think and live musically)
- Monks, sages, mystics
- Coffee, tea, chocolate, fruit, grocery shopping
- Journals and sketchbooks and all the lessons you can learn from them
- Sweet southern people who call you Sweetie and don’t talk about their shitty politics
- The mysteries of the world (dreams, deja vu, nostalgia, afterlife, God, feelings and emotions, the reason behind it all)
- Beautiful rare moments of infinity
- Those moments (which can last for months at a time) when you feel like you’re living in a dream…. a.k.a. the strange interaction between Reality and Dreams
- Moments of quiet reflection, in bed under the covers or outside under the stars