I love you, my hope
November. 24. 2011
Purple sunset on a crisp evening walk with a friend today- unaltered I swear!
Friends often question my exuberance, asking me what makes me a happy person and I struggle to articulate that happiness is a spontaneous state of being. The list of reasons I rattle off when questioned begins with having breath and consciousness, but inevitably ends with the love I find everywhere.
I remember walking to my student job, tired and beat on an ordinary Louisiana afternoon beaming in the bliss of just being there, then. I remember tearing up in waking meditation simply feeling “So much joy! So much love!” That is the ecstasy of being- what is joy but synchronicity with existence and its magnificent flood? Even when it’s bad, it’s good- it’s all good. Happiness is a state of mind, I choose to exist in joy through and through the shit. And the love I have for and get from my family and friends, helps me shine on- they are my hope.
This Thanksgiving I am evermore grateful for you beautiful people who keep my life whole. Forget the miles between us, I feel the sweetness in you. I love you, my hope- Happy Thanksgiving!
experiments in light
October. 3. 2010
reflection, refraction, prismatic dispersal, chromatic aberration….physics is such a turn on- just take a look!
home
September. 7. 2010
all journeys begin at home….before you start chasing the light
aberration
September. 3. 2010
right here in my backyard- so pretty i slid out to it Hawking proclaimed a Godless universe- uproar as usual I’d be fine with make-believe if they could see it’s not a whom it’s a what not a he an it Aberration: such a beautiful thing. here I lie my senses melt into touch soft breaths of crisp sweet grassy air grazing my shoulders the crickets annoying a thirsty dog panting at my back door and it is
