neither half-full, nor half empty
the yogi glass
just is
I know everyone thinks I’m an optimist, but I keep it real- reality just happens to be so bloody beautiful- I really, just enjoy the being!
bounded but not confined
for how can you be,
when you are one with everything in you?
sometimes art really stirs it up- walking at the Rachofsky house one summer day.
wanderings + wonderings 