Summer thoughts

When I look at the times I remember best, I find it's the times I've been most in touch with how I feel at that time both during my childhood and my adulthood. Elation, grief, contentment. But when I look at the things that make up many of my days, they're often moments of anxiety, stress, and urgency. My girlfriend wrote that when she removed all distractions, societal pressures, and traces of capitalism, she was able to connect on a cellular level with everything. My dad would say while there are things we may disagree with, we must continue to put faith within our society to move strongly together. How do we navigate that fine line balancing the two while living more consciously and inter connectedly with one another? I think the first step is by living truthfully and connectedly with the core of oneself. And for me, that starts by sitting with my family, sitting by myself, having the things I love naturally gravitate towards me just like the birds naturally gravitate to the bread I place outside our window on the weekends.



A bit of heaven

My ba was diagnosed with stage 4 stomach cancer the start of 2017. I wish the good flowers weren't always picked first, but I suppose that's how it goes. I want to thank you for all the love and support that's come from all directions during this time.  And I wish you all to feel the type of true love from one another, with your hearts calm enough to look and open enough to feel.

Some say heaven is where we go after this, some say we are already in heaven. I've been thinking that maybe it’s everything from the past, the future, and in between when we exist in moments of love. If one day, we will reach a dimension where time is no longer relevant, all that will matter is each moment.  And one day when we forget where our souls and spirits have gone, we will be alright knowing we have felt things this life so deeply, that even if our minds cannot remember, our hearts will know. We are pure; we are whole at our core. Our souls have taken refuge in these bodies to allow us to feel—things that move us, love for ourselves, and love for one another. And when we are no more, I can only hope it is because we have become this love. Until then, here are some photos from my earthly heaven with my dad over this last year before he became nothing but love. 

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