slip into the sea




I really like the idea of feeling as if you fall in love with the things seen around you. vision has got to be pretty weighty. why else would we need our dreams to unravel the things we process when we sleep. we really are so lucky to have so many cool things. how it doesn't stop at those things just existing - we can then become active participants in the day, witnessing it and also are presented with the opportunity to be involved, to relate and react to it. that's got to create some sort of a visual domino effect too, right? who knows, you may even create a moment for someone else







with the start of the new year, there seems to be a restored feeling of hope that we carry - a feeling we can get the things right that somehow found disorder along the way. in some ways it is a gamble...there's no real guarantee things will get better, in fact, our efforts may be in vain. regardless, i think it's far better to go for it & try for it than to wonder what could have been. so here's to new beginnings - and may this year be much better than the last

no language, just sound


"Although our intellect always longs for clarity and certainty, our nature often finds uncertainty fascinating"

As much as i hate it...i can see that there's a definite beauty to uncertainty. It's like the discord a song can carry. the moment those notes hit your ears it's both shocking and beautiful at the same time.




living like a kite




remember the persuasive powers of a tall grass hill? it seemed as if it was asking you to roll down it - and so you did. then as you fell, there were mixed feelings of joy & fear as you reached high speeds. there's that momentary thought you might not make it through, and then, the disorientation when you try to stand up again seems unending. but then you seem to gain your balance again with time - with grass stains and skinned knees & elbows.

and now when you pass those kinds of hills...it's easy to forget the end of the fall. the scars are still on your knees & elbows, but somewhere in the back of your mind you can still hear the call to roll down again.