" you are one of the first "

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each morning you awake to the world anew. surrounded by darkness or bathed in light, partnered or alone, everything shifts slowly from a dream into the recognizable dream of reality.

find your bearings and ready for this new day, new life, new to all the experiences you'll have. you are going to meet so many new people today, and what do you choose to do with that opportunity? 

in each passing second, endless variation of all manner and permutation. there has never been a moment such as this one. it is coming, it is happening, it has happened, it is gone.

what lingers? what remains in your soul? each morning we are very lucky to be able to open ourselves to the universe, and the pleasure is in the details. what will you do today?

merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, we go along.

life is but a dream.

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" on nearby shores "

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sunlight on my face. closed eyes, and how the entire world goes an amber-red glow.

warm summer breeze clutching and clinging to my face like a whiplash flurry of kisses on the cheek.

the smell of the open ocean in the distance, and the guttural hum of the vessel mingling with the sounds of far off bellows.

riding along the chop and currents, we're making our way to the island.

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" here, there, everywhere "

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they'll tell you it's about the destination. but then what about the planning, the tickets, the camaraderie, the language lessons, the ho(s)tels, the photo equipment, the swimwear, the burner phones, the notepaper and writing instruments, the sunglasses, the one set of "dress" clothing for the just in case, the snacks, the candies, the sunscreen, soap, toiletries, the sense of adventure, the troubleshooting, the anticipation of rail travel, the sightseeing, the alleyways, the waterways, the quiet calm spaces, the cities bustling at night, the people, the faces, the midnight reverie?

it's not solely in the destination; it's the life lived in the in between where the gold is sewn.

tonight's homework:

make some plans for exploration/adventure.

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" the line in the circle "

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you should at all times make the attempt to give pause before saying something out of frustration, judgement, or anger. you may be fueling your discontent based on a single moment of ire, and it is difficult to know the long-lasting outcomes of momentary vitriol.

when you feel that white-hot heat of displeasure, welling up seating heavy and square upon your torso, of course there's nothing more relieving than unleashing it into the world as quick as possible.

but take a moment, a true moment of pause. allow this feeling to manifest, to evolve and ripen. recognize it and give it a power and a name. know it's presence is as valid as all other feelings, and deserves to exist. then with that recognition, you may make your choices.

all it takes are mere seconds and the situation changes, the day shifts into something else, the tone of your week alters, your life is now different. it is all that simple and it is all that complex.

when you make a line through a circle, it's an active choice. there is an entrance and an exit. a beginning and an end. it has always been like this, and afterwards, nothing is ever the same.

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" the fantastic voyage "

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just bold unabashed joy and gleeful adventures from now on. you are greatness with grace, elegance in chaos, poetry in motion, beautifully free.

other revel in your presence and find comfort in your clutches. brave souls beware the magnetism of a fabric this exquisite.

tonight's homework:

no fears, no qualms, nothing less than a pure contentment of Self.

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" green grass & postcards "

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setting some time aside for myself, on my time frame, and for all indulgent and positively selfish reasons.

making sure everything else is squared away. all responsibilities to others, rent is paid, groceries purchased or fully consumed, emails read and responded to, laundry cleared up or in the wash, and calls made.

while i love being helpful to anyone who needs help no matter how insignificant or how small a task, there is absolutely nothing like the freedom of going about your own route, making your own way, and meandering along a path of your choosing.

please only miss me for a day before contacting me with concerns. and if you haven't missed me at all, the return to worry will happen soon i promise. if you need of me, i will be following my curiosity to destinations unknown.

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traveling by way of public transportation, i made my way over the east river to jersey city. it is my friend’s birthday party.

those moments after getting off the PATH train and into the cool night, you realize how much quieter and serene this part of new jersey is. almost too quiet, but never feeling menacing, the enclosing black shapes all sorts of beautiful angles and shapes.

you can see why people who can afford it, would move to such a place; lovely riverside walks, great view of manhattan from the side, picturesque, almost noble in its visual sumptuousness.

i left with a friend with a car, and as we went through the holland tunnel, i could still feel the alluring remnants of those caressing waters upon night shores.

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