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things I love (just because)

I think it’s easy to forget the importance of nurturing our souls. I was listening to a podcast recently and the man being interviewed was talking about letting go of the beliefs in our lives that do not serve us. One of the things he said that really got my attention was this, “Do something you love EVERY DAY. Embrace this as a way of letting go.”

Naturally I thought to myself, What have I done today that I LOVE? I was startled and a little ashamed by the resounding silence in my head.

Wait. Nothing?! Really? That can’t be. I am a happy, positive, embrace-life-in-all-its-glory kind of person. Surely I do things each and every day that fill me, things I love? But the truth is, I don’t. I go weeks focusing on other people and what they need. Namely my son, but also my friends, my family, my employer. I get stuck in this forward motion of “life” and though I don’t necessarily feel depressed — I’m not living very inspired days, either. Sure, we’re all going to have “off” days, but I think it’s wise to stay in-tune with yourself and make sure the so-so days are not out-weighing the good days. I struggle with this the most in the winter. (I swear I do not think straight when I’m cold.)

I started making lists each morning to get my head in the space of embracing things I loved. If I reminded myself daily what it is that I love, the little things as well as the bigger ones, then maybe I would begin to infuse my days with those things. Here are a couple of my lists. I share these in hopes that maybe you will begin to write your own!

Things - Monday

Things - Tuesday

Things - Wednesday

Things - Thursday

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::wishes for this year [2014] and every year::

[Original post can be found HERE]

Cheers to 2014, dear kindreds; may you live each day intentionally.

Remember to step out from behind your keyboard.

Put your phone down when you have coffee with a friend.

Support the artists you love & pay for the music that fuels your soul.

Say thank you & pause to make sure those around you know you mean it.

Make eye contact.

Laugh often & at the expense of no one.

Give the gift of your time — remembering that our days, hours & minutes are numbered; spend them with those who fill you up & inspire you to be the best version of yourself.

Dream big & take leaps of faith.

Failure, while no fun at all, pales in comparison to the adrenaline rush of living boldly & with courage.

I challenge you to love more fully than you did last year — a heart that expands never goes back to its original size.

You can always love MORE & it’s worth the effort. I promise.

I’ve heard too many whisper, “Maybe this will be my year”. It IS your year — all you have to do is drop the ‘maybe’.

2014-wish

Never forget, tomorrow is promised to no one.

— Namaste

 

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LANDFILL HARMONIC — “The world sends us garbage. We send back music…”

Lately I find myself incredibly busy. The calendar days are passing so quickly I have to make myself stop and focus on my breathing for a few minutes each day to avoid anxiety. I don’t keep up on blogging or social media or even phone calls to loved ones the way I’d like to.

There are always great videos being passed around among my friends on facebook, but I skip right past them. No time to click. This one, however, was shared with me directly. I had noticed various friends posting it, so I knew it was likely something special. But it took someone telling me to stop, to watch, before I made the time to see what it was all about.

I’m grateful to the friend who put it in my hands.

This is really and truly something more than special.

The world can be dark and ugly and it can seem hopeless. Things like this are a slap-in-the-face reminder that there is so much much mind-blowing beauty and goodness.

Please visit their website and facebook and twitter. Share their story and show your support for Landfill Harmonic‘s incredible movement. There are lots of ways you can get involved!

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:: In Loving Memory ::

If a man can bridge the gap between life and death, if he can live on after he’s dead, then maybe he was a great man. — James Dean
Marquelle-MayIt’s been so long since I’ve written in these pages I’m questioning myself as I sit down to write this post. Death may be a heavy “re-introduction” topic. But since I write frequently and passionately about life, it seems fair to explore its inevitable opposite.

Seven months ago I lost a cousin. She was killed instantly in a car accident. She was 18 years old. It seems incredibly obvious to state this, but life hasn’t been the same since her passing. I missed three weeks of work surrounding her death. I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t eat. I got really sick. I mean REALLY sick (which compounded the not eating and not sleeping). I cried and cried and cried and cried. I went through so many boxes of kleenex. I swear I cried more the first three months surrounding her death than my entire 30+ years prior. I just couldn’t stop. Strangely, it wasn’t all sorrow. I cried because I loved her so ferociously and it was such a joyous love! Even in the midst of crying over her loss, I also cried tears of happiness. Yes, happiness. I am so profoundly grateful to have known her. I would never wish for someone to have their capacity for love tested in such a tragic and incomprehensible way, but I have been awestruck time and time again as the weight of her loss has broken me down and then somehow built me back up again. The human heart is truly astonishing.

They say time is a healer, but I’m not sure I’m buying it. Being reunited with her is the only thing that could possibly heal the hurt of her absence. So I don’t think time does heal. I think it just takes time to learn how to live without her. I’ve experienced some lessening of pain. I think that’s just the shock wearing off. My hysterical outbursts are fewer and fewer. The grief has become more manageable; maybe that’s the best way to put it. But I still mourn her regularly. I hear a song that makes me think of her and I’m undone. I’ll be walking through the grocery store and think I hear her laugh and I’m undone. Then there’s the dreaded 15th of every month. The day that marks her passing. I’m sure there will come a time when the 15th escapes my attention. I’m not one to watch the calendar days pass, but in seven months I haven’t overlooked one, yet. Last month was hard. I woke on the 15th feeling her loss as though it were brand new and I cried all day long. Today wasn’t as bad. I dug through my photo archives to see if there were pictures of her I didn’t know I had. I combed all the family gathering photos and looked to see if she might be in the background somewhere, somewhere I’d missed previously. Each time I saw her face, my heart jumped into my throat.

Love is so magnificent. I loved her. I still love her. I don’t torture myself asking “why”. I’ve lived enough years and witnessed enough tragedy that I feel the whys are pretty insignificant.

I was in my early twenties when I first read M. Scott Peck’s, “The Road Less Traveled”. I remember how profound I thought this was then, “Life is difficult. This is a great truth, one of the greatest truths. It is a great truth because once we truly see this truth, we transcend it. Once we truly know that life is difficult – once we truly understand and accept it, then life is no longer difficult. Because once it is accepted, the fact that life is difficult no longer matters.” I read those lines over and over again internalizing them.

She was ours for a time and now she’s moved on. She was one of the purest souls I’ve ever known, radiant in every sense of the word. She EXUDED joy and her laugh was like rainbows — colorful, and something about it filled me with hope and promise. Her time here wasn’t long enough. But who am I to curse fate, to scream profanities at the heavens? She wouldn’t want that. She doesn’t want that. I feel her laughing spirit all around me and I know she’s at peace. I know she’s keeping careful watch over her loved ones. Yes, I want her back. Selfishly. For me. But in my more rational moments I take comfort in knowing she exited this world untarnished — the hardships that life has a way of dishing up, the headaches and heartbreaks, she skipped out on all of that. She lived more in her 18 years than many do in a lifetime. Her energy was wildly contagious and everyone who knew her loved her. And she loved back with no reservations. She left a beautiful legacy behind!

Sometimes the line between life and death is entirely blurred. We can be inhaling and exhaling and yet, not be LIVING. Going through the motions is not a life; it’s a living death sentence. As the great e.e cummings said, Unbeing dead isn’t being alive. My sweet cousin was so ALIVE. Vividly, gloriously, magnetically ALIVE. I can’t think of her any other way. Her MEMORY lives on with more intention and purpose than the lives of many who are just going through the motions. Donald Miller, an author I adore, writes a lot about choosing to live an interactive, invested life. Get in. Go deep. Cultivate joy. Make waves. I watched a video of him speaking at a conference once and one of the things he said that stayed with me was this, Your story has to be about something better. It has to be risky. The best stories are the ones where you might lose your life. I’m not kidding. The best stories are the ones where you might die or you might end up alone or you might end up rejected or ridiculed. Then you are on to something. The best stories are NOT the ones about being safe. You know? Nobody writes a story about that stuff. That reads a little harsher to me than it did before Kellie’s passing, but oh there is such truth in his words. Her story is a GREAT story. Her story was just unfolding in life, but it continues to unfold in death. The Magnificent Adventures of Marquelle Miller is a story that is continuing on in our hearts, and in our lives as we retell it.

I have a “note” in my phone, an on-going conversation of sorts — I write to her when missing her feels unbearable. This is something I started writing to her a few months back and I just keep adding to it…

You know I’m the first to make sure a smile is upon my face;
you know I’m the first to say, “There’s a time and a place”.
But in this moment now, I think I’ll fall apart;
I steady myself as the pain of your loss rips open my heart.
This isn’t the first time, but it has been awhile.
Each day that passes when I feel a new rip or tear,
I apply perspective here, and a band-aid or two there.
One foot in front of the other those you left behind are re-learning to dance;
we all struggle to find meaning in this tragic circumstance.
I love you more as the months drag by,
your absence a reminder of the reunion that awaits in the sky.
I will not say goodbye, but must acknowledge your rest.
My once unwavering faith continually put to the test.

I don’t know that it’ll ever be finished. I write. Erase. Revise. Write more. I like talking to her. She used to visit my dreams, but she hasn’t lately. I miss her.

Even though there are days I feel positively wrecked by my grief, I am not incapacitated. Reveling in her memory is a call to action. How can I be more like Kellie? There is no separating the pain of her loss with the love of having known her. If I had to choose I would say unequivocally — it is, indeed, better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all.

This was one of her facebook cover photos. So eerily fitting. She is most certainly living on in all of our hearts.
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I’ve seen loss all around me this year. If you are in the space of learning how to live again in the absence of a loved one, this is one of the better articles I’ve come across: “Love and Loss: Honoring Your Friends in Everyday Life.”

always love,
Amber

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Whispers of Wisdom

For Jill, with love.

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I am a quote collector. I have books of quotes. I have one-liners scribbled in notebooks. I have words of wisdom tacked up on my bulletin board in my bedroom. I read something that resonates and I will write it out on a 3×5 card and use it for a bookmark. I have a few favorite quotes scrawled on yellow sticky notes stuck to my computer at work. Music frequently inspires me, but I’m not one to nod my head mindlessly to a good beat. I need the lyrics to speak to me. I like words. I like positivity. Words can be a destructive weapon, or they can be a powerful healer. I try with all my might to use my words carefully and in love.

Jill, a kindred reader of my music blog, Music is My First Language, noticed my fondness for quotes. She asked me to create a collection of quotes and put them in one post. This has been a daunting task. As I mentioned, I’m a quote collector. How do I whittle these beloved phrases down to a select few? How do I compile them in such a manner that they are cohesive and enjoyable to read? It’s also quite time consuming. Once I start reading through them, I just keep reading — old journal entries, old blog posts, favorite books of poems, and so on.

The following quotes have been longtime favorites. When I’m feeling burnt out on the daily grind, or when I’m frustrated with the state of the world, these words remind me that there are kindred spirits everywhere. They are the pick-me-ups when I need a fresh perspective.

INSPIRATION

Do everything. Love as much as you can. It may hurt but it helps us grow. Give all you have…you may be poor but you will be content. Always forgive….your heart can not afford not to. Teach what you know and learn what you don’t. Stay open to all. — anon

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. ― Max Ehrmann

On a day when the wind is perfect, the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty. Today is such a day. — Rumi

For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. — Leonardo da Vinci

When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you try desperately to hold onto them. They are the life boats for the darker times when the vastness of it all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely elusive. So the question becomes, or should’ve been all along: What would you do if you knew you only had one day or one week or one month to live? What life boat would you grab onto? What secret would you tell? What band would you see? What person would you declare your love to? What wish would you fulfill? What exotic locale would you fly to for coffee? What book would you write? — One Week [movie]

And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it. ― Roald Dahl

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls. — Anaïs Nin

PERSPECTIVE

I imagine that yes is the only living thing. — e.e cummings

Funny how we think of romance as always involving two, when the romance of solitude can be ever so much more delicious and intense. — Tom Robbins

We can never be born enough. ― e.e. cummings

Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a harder battle. ― Plato

With freedom, books, flowers, and the moon, who could not be happy? — Oscar Wilde

There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people. — Vincent van Gogh

Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. — Steve Jobs

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Imagination is everything. It is the preview of life’s coming attractions. ― Albert Einstein

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance. ― Oscar Wilde

PURPOSE

Develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music – the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself. — Henry Miller

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. ― Rumi

Be curious, not judgmental. ― Walt Whitman

It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are. ― e.e. cummings

Be yourself; everyone else is already taken. ― Oscar Wilde

The aim of life is to live, and to live means to be aware, joyously, drunkenly, serenely, divinely aware. ― Henry Miller

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. — Goethe

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails. — William Arthur Ward

We must let go of the life we have planned, so as to accept the one that is waiting for us. — Joseph Campbell

Whatever you can do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it. — Goethe

What’s the world’s greatest lie?… It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. ― Paulo Coelho

Unbeing dead isn’t being alive. ― e.e. cummings

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow. The important thing is to not stop questioning. ― Albert Einstein

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. — Oscar Wilde

Everyone seems to have a clear idea of how other people should lead their lives, but none about his or her own. ― Paulo Coelho

I want to sing like the birds sing, not worrying about who hears, or what they think.
― Rumi

DREAMERS

You see things; you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say ‘Why not?’ ― George Bernard Shaw

Walk with the dreamers, the believers, the courageous, the cheerful, the planners, the doers, the successful people with their heads in the clouds and their feet on the ground. Let their spirit ignite a fire within you to leave this world better than when you found it.
— Wilferd Peterson

Every dreamer knows that it is entirely possible to be homesick for a place you’ve never been to, perhaps more homesick than for familiar ground. ― Judith Thurman

Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country. ― Anaïs Nin

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.
― T.E. Lawrence

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. — W.B Yeats

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world. ― Oscar Wilde

It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. Wandering by lone sea-breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World-losers and world-forsakers, on whom the pale moon gleams.. Yet we are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems. ― Arthur O’Shaughnessy

WORDS

There is something about words. In expert hands, manipulated deftly, they take you prisoner. Wind themselves around your limbs like spider silk, and when you are so enthralled you cannot move, they pierce your skin, enter your blood, numb your thoughts. Inside you they work their magic. ― Diane Setterfield

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls. ― Walt Whitman

Wise men speak because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something. – Plato

If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it. ― Anaïs Nin

WIT/ WHIMSY/ WISDOM

He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire. — Sir Winston Churchill

I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ. ― Anaïs Nin

We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light. ― Plato

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you. ― Walt Whitman

We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams. ― Albert Einstein

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. ― Anaïs Nin

People are like dirt. They can either nourish you and help you grow as a person or they can stunt your growth and make you wilt and die. ― Plato

A child can teach an adult three things: to be happy for no reason, to always be busy with something, and to know how to demand with all his might that which he desires. ― Paulo Coelho

It was only a sunny smile, and little it cost in the giving, but like morning light it scattered the night and made the day worth living. ― F. Scott Fitzgerald

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
― e.e. cummings

MUSIC

Music has always been a matter of energy to me, a question of Fuel. Sentimental people call it Inspiration, but what they really mean is Fuel. I have always needed fuel. I am a serious consumer. On some nights I still believe that a car with the gas needle on empty can run about fifty more miles if you have the right music very loud on the radio.
— Hunter S. Thompson

I was born with music inside of me. Music was one of my parts. Like my ribs, my kidneys, my liver, my heart. Like my blood. It was a force already within me when I arrived at the scene. It was a necessity for me — like food or water. — Ray Charles

Music is your own experience, your thoughts, your wisdom. If you don’t live it, it won’t come out of your horn. — Charlie Parker

Music melts all the separate parts of our bodies together. — Anais Nin

If I were not a physicist, I would probably be a musician. I often think in music. I live my daydreams in music. I see my life in terms of music. ― Albert Einstein

I think I should have no other mortal wants, if I could always have plenty of music. It seems to infuse strength into my limbs and ideas into my brain. Life seems to go on without effort, when I am filled with music. — George Eliot

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© Steph Grant

 This will likely never be finished. I’ll no doubt be rummaging through my desk and find a piece of paper with some beautiful wisdom scrawled on it, and I will return to these pages to slip it in. But this is a start.

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[a belated New Year’s wish]

Wow, I haven’t written here, for you, since September. And prior to September, it was July. I often think about calling it quits on this lil blog. She gets so lonely. Somehow visitors still find their way here, though. The stats on this quiet little space always surprise me. The search engines tell me that people find their way here looking for: hope, happiness, poetry, literature. And I’ll admit I love that.

I’m going to share something a little more personal – I wrote this for friends and family, a little nod to the new year.

With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy. ― Max Ehrmann

Aside from the fact that winter is in its prime, I happen to adore the New Year. I love the hope, the promise, the newness. I try to live each day with that kind of hope, and most of the time I manage just fine. This time of year it’s especially nice to feel those around me rally. I mean, EVERYONE rallies, and I don’t feel alone constantly championing the hope of better days. I’m perfectly content being a cheerleader (sans the “rah-rah” and the pom-poms, that is). I will cheer you on and carry your load if you need me to. I will lift your spirits in any way I possibly can. I will help you try to find the lesson in any blunder. (As an accomplished blunderer I’m pretty adept at this.) I will point out your achievements, and I will tell you I believe in you. And I do. I believe in YOU, I can confidently say this in the collective. My belief in you, in us, in the human spirit, has no limits. At least, I haven’t discovered them, yet.

I am moved to tears, with some regularity, by the mountains we all climb. I’ve seen those I love lose parents and siblings and children. I have friends who are fighting cancer, friends whose children are fighting cancer. I’ve seen my friends survive the most horrific and abusive relationships. I’ve seen marriages fall apart. I’ve seen awful custody battles. The things we do to the ones we love positively blows my mind. Heartache and devastation is everywhere. None of us is immune. And yet, at the very core of my existence, I believe that we can each make the world a lovelier place by supporting each other, by actively seeing the good in one another, and by daily looking outside of our personal anguish and showing someone else that they matter. I take this responsibility to heart, sometimes to my own detriment. I forget I have limits, too. Heartache is heavy business. Sometimes I shut down because I can no longer process it all, and I struggle to find the good. I’m grateful that I live in the place of light and love and forgiveness and abundance. I’m only occasionally plagued with the fear that the bad outweighs the good. I do know that when I dwell on good things, more good comes. Maybe it really is a law-of-attraction-manifestation-type-thing, but I think it’s even simpler than that. When my mind is in that place, that place of dwelling on the good, I see beauty everywhere. It’s easy to get starry-eyed by all of the joy and blessings I see being rained upon myself and those dear to me. When heaviness clouds my vision and I start to fear that evil really is swallowing the world, that’s what I see — evil everywhere. There are plenty of examples of wickedness, but trust me when I say the good is abundant. On the days when you can’t see the good, it is even more imperative that you ARE the good. Feel me?

I’m pretty competent when it comes to mind over matter. I will find the one ounce of gold in a minefield of shit and I will meditate on that sliver of hope until it becomes the only living thing. Nothing else matters but that tiny fragment of goodness and believe me, it will be enough. I’ve had a lot of practice uncovering the good in the cesspool of life! However, I’m still a bleeding heart. Hard times wear me down like anyone else and it’s much harder to champion one’s self. I am not my favorite cheerleader. In fact, it’s surprisingly easy to get sick of my own “can do” attitude. Sometimes wallowing is necessary and sometimes you’ve gotta call a spade a spade. Sometimes life doesn’t make sense and sometimes it just sucks. Give it a year or so and you may see the whys of it all, as I often do, but in the moment it’s just the worst. The second half of this year was not my favorite. In fact, I haven’t felt so helpless and frustrated since … dare I say it? 2009. “2009” is the foulest expletive I know; it’s interchangeable with the most colorful four-lettered words. What an impossibly wretched year that was for me. I’m often accused of being too positive, I thought I would take this occasion and point out that I get dragged down in the muck, too. But whenever I am capable, I will choose to shine my light as brightly as possible.

I didn’t want to say goodbye to 2010. It was that good. I didn’t want to say goodbye to 2011. Heck, I STILL want to take 2011 for one more spin. However, I’m not at all sad to see 2012 go. January through May’s end had a few bumps, but overall they were a perfectly lovely extension of the abundant goodness of 2011. But June through December? When it rains it pours. I cursed fate, I cursed timing, I cursed every past mistake I’ve ever made that brought me to present day. There were some hard, ugly, and exhausting days that made no sense. Sure there was joy, there always is. It was far too fleeting and strangely enough, I found myself cursing the joy, too. But I’m not going to get into that. I like simple. I like honest. My heart has been through way too much to play games and I tell you what, the second half of 2012 toyed with me cat-and-mouse style. I do not wish to be cat OR mouse, thank you very much.

I’m happy to be here now, though. 1/1/2013. New. Fresh. A reminder of clean slates. Fuel for wiser choices. Sadly, some mistakes don’t fade quickly enough, but those that can be forgiven and forgotten — just let them go.

Bring out the bucket lists; the time for living is now. Cheers to 2013! Let’s make a difference. Let’s join hands. Let’s make the world a brighter, lovelier place.

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These pages may be quiet but I do quite a bit of writing over here: Music is My First Language — if you appreciated anything about this post, you might like this one: KEEP WAITING//Castle Lights or this one: ::Memory lane’s soundtrack:: feat PALE SEAS.

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If I’m not posting … I must be out living

If I’m not posting … I must be out living

That’s not to say that if I AM posting, I’m not out living, though. 🙂 It’s been a whirlwind summer and I haven’t shared anything here in 2.5 months! Geez! I do tend to write more during the cooler weather, so maybe soon I will get back on track. I have a few unfinished posts started, does that count for anything? Tick. Tock. Those posts will most likely die a without seeing the light of day. (I do post HERE with more regularity ← this blog even has it’s own fb page, you know, in case you were wondering. :-))

So far this summer I’ve taken one airplane (ok, two airplanes- round trip and all) and two road-trips. One major – roughly 2500 miles round trip, and it lasted three weeks, and another averaging 700 miles round trip. There have been two or three more mini road-trips (or weekend getaways), around the 400 mi mark, but I don’t count those!! 🙂 My summer has been exceedingly full of all the things I ADORE in life: laughter, family, love, concerts, friendship, adventures, romance, sunshine, and the continuing expansion of my heart, mind and soul. Even when I find myself swallowed by seemingly mundane moments, I remind myself of all the lessons I’ve learned and how far I’ve come. It’s a good feeling to see growth. In other words, there’s not a damn thing I can complain about. My cup is full; my joy overflowing.