lists for self care…
read more, write more
discover new music
draw, paint, photograph
get my hands in dirt more
make a dinner and share it with someone at least once a week
meditate, do yoga, begin intentional spiritual practice
drink more wine, less liquor
give yourself at least 2 hours of morning before work
grocery shop 2 times a week
be in bed by 10 2 times a week
set up autopay on every bill i can
at least one night a week alone
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On a camping trip this week, I picked up a journal I hadn’t touched in months and found the poem previously posted here. I began to reflect on the how different green feels in July as opposed to April, and how that reflection can be translated to so many other pieces of my life.
A Late Summer’s Green 7.23.14
In late July I slipped into a complacency with the green. It no longer gets my heart to race with excitement the way it did in the spring. In fact, the warmth of it gets irritating, sticking to my brow, inner thigh, and under my bra strap. From time to time, I can even find myself cursing it under my breath. I forgot the cold was ever here and wish for the fall to come. The green is less vibrant now- all rain starved corn stalks and patches of grass burnt out by the sun. I have become desensitized to its hues and life and have forgotten the mystery it once held for me.
I wrote this on vacation this april, as I drove 16 hours south of ohio. The farther south we drove the more green things had become. I was giddy with love and the excitement of spring.
The Beauty of Spring Green 4.16.04
watching spring happen before my eyes I find myself in awe at how green everything is. green has always been my favorite color. ive been told its because I am a Gemini. spring green is the reminder that dead things come to life again. standing at the edge of a budding forest of emerald, jade, moss and chartreuse one can breathe in earth at its most alive. the energy zings and zips into your veins as you get high on new life blooming around you
i would love to wake up to the sound of the ocean, the smell of a salty breeze; wrapped in comfy blankets next to a lover with an adventurous heart.
— Gautama Buddha (via awelltraveledwoman)
Unknown (via theantiquated)
Feeling this. Feeling the distance.