" finding the right words: a dream "

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it was morning time and the sunbeams were streaming into the kitchen. i had people over for the night and we were making an omelet.

in a large pan i had sauteed garlic and onions, and put in a clutch of kale for color and nutrition.

patrick came into the kitchen and said that he wanted to help out, so i asked him to get the eggs ready. i thought to myself that this really wasn’t a hard task, and i was thinking that he should just take the eggs from the fridge, out of the carton, and place them on the table behind me.

everyone behind me was laughing and having a good time chatting in the sunlight, and i wanted to join in, so i turned around and joined them while the mushrooms went into the pan and started to cook.

a moment later, patrick said he already put the eggs into the pan, and i turned around, because i felt that something was amiss.

“aw maaaan!,” i yelled out loud but not in a mean way. “why would you put a bunch of hard-boiled eggs into the pan!”

“i don’t know, that’s what you said to do,” he replied. i think that he thought i was yelling at him mad, but everyone else laughed because it was funny that i was crazy about the state of the eggs.

he left the kitchen after he got frustrated with me, and i made a mental note to apologize to him later.

then i went to get some eggs out of the carton on the table, and one of the eggs was cracked already so it fell out of the carton and onto my hand and then slid out and plopped onto the rangetop.

“oh noooooooo!” i screamed, while everyone else laughed at my comeuppance.

i realized that breakfast was going to be made a little later than planned, and then i woke up laughing.

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 we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding. 
 this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces. 
 spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter. 
 after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying. 
 each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive. 
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we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding.

this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces.

spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter.

after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying.

each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive.

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 neither the perception of distance or passage of time can shallow the depth of an artist’s will. 
 to work, to have a vision, the capacity to succeed in the creation of that vision, or to fail…it’s nothing to be taken lightly or balk at. 
 we find our strengths and offer ourselves the chance to be vulnerable. these are the traits of the truly brave. 
 whether in broad strokes or infinitesimal details, it is within the whole of this effort which is ever-inspiring. 
 so welcome back  stephanielandinthestudio ; i very much look forward to what comes next, and am filled with an anxious yet optimistic sense of hope. 
 let’s make our time count for something, and let that something be great. 
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neither the perception of distance or passage of time can shallow the depth of an artist’s will.

to work, to have a vision, the capacity to succeed in the creation of that vision, or to fail…it’s nothing to be taken lightly or balk at.

we find our strengths and offer ourselves the chance to be vulnerable. these are the traits of the truly brave.

whether in broad strokes or infinitesimal details, it is within the whole of this effort which is ever-inspiring.

so welcome back stephanielandinthestudio; i very much look forward to what comes next, and am filled with an anxious yet optimistic sense of hope.

let’s make our time count for something, and let that something be great.

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moments of pure exploration and the obliteration of comfort zones.

familiar strangers and the beauty of collaboration.

laughing in the silent spaces.

seeing new things, with new eyes.

playing, being playful, and the reward of mutual trust.

we find ourselves ever-present at the precipice of our own true selves. we’re peering just beyond the veil, and the threshold is so close we can feel our toes just skirting the borders.

all it takes is one encounter with fearlessness, and you will able to face everything.

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 inevitable change is on the way.  everything is change ; everything in transition. 
 you cannot bend linear existence, just hamper it, stretch it, ignore it, and in the end, it will happen anyways. 
 this is the moment ever becoming. this is the ebb & flow; the crash of the wave, and the waters receding from shore. 
 this is the river flowing. this is everything. 
 awareness, forgiveness, patience, the release of pain, the release of anxiety & stress. 
 the embrace of these transitions is one step closer to the understandings of all things. 
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inevitable change is on the way. everything is change; everything in transition.

you cannot bend linear existence, just hamper it, stretch it, ignore it, and in the end, it will happen anyways.

this is the moment ever becoming. this is the ebb & flow; the crash of the wave, and the waters receding from shore.

this is the river flowing. this is everything.

awareness, forgiveness, patience, the release of pain, the release of anxiety & stress.

the embrace of these transitions is one step closer to the understandings of all things.

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 just wandering through the city at night, and allowing everything to have a moment to breathe. calmness expanding with destinations, but no specific time frame. 
 the city goes quiet after the clutter of the rush hour. leaves settle on the winter winds, and even the cars cease their incessant honking. 
 little islands of sparkling light illuminate animals locked in resin amidst the park benches & tables. on the other side, a single figure occupies and works a minuscule ticket booth. 
 his coworker the operator, sits and fiddles with his mobile phone; the flickering on the screen gleaming in his eyes as he clutches tightly with woolen gloves. 
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just wandering through the city at night, and allowing everything to have a moment to breathe. calmness expanding with destinations, but no specific time frame.

the city goes quiet after the clutter of the rush hour. leaves settle on the winter winds, and even the cars cease their incessant honking.

little islands of sparkling light illuminate animals locked in resin amidst the park benches & tables. on the other side, a single figure occupies and works a minuscule ticket booth.

his coworker the operator, sits and fiddles with his mobile phone; the flickering on the screen gleaming in his eyes as he clutches tightly with woolen gloves.

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 and if i meet you just once in my life, just once, 
 i will make sure to be kind. and open. and willing to something unexpected. 
 adventuring? prolly. 
 sleuthing and mystery? i mean, why not? 
 a walk, a swim, a museum look-see, a meal, a film festival, an ice skate session, a bike ride to destinations unknown, cooking class, sweets-crawl, a short sprint through a meadow, climb a mountain, drive fast, spinning in place until falling down, laughing, holding hands, staring contest, naps in the park…so many options. 
 so many opportunities. 
 and the odds are we may never meet. but i hope we do, and i hope you’re ready for some weird conversation ending with hugs or browsing at a bookstore and everything in between and sideways. 
 it’s a strange place out there, and i think this year, it’ll draw you near. 
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and if i meet you just once in my life, just once,

i will make sure to be kind. and open. and willing to something unexpected.

adventuring? prolly.

sleuthing and mystery? i mean, why not?

a walk, a swim, a museum look-see, a meal, a film festival, an ice skate session, a bike ride to destinations unknown, cooking class, sweets-crawl, a short sprint through a meadow, climb a mountain, drive fast, spinning in place until falling down, laughing, holding hands, staring contest, naps in the park…so many options.

so many opportunities.

and the odds are we may never meet. but i hope we do, and i hope you’re ready for some weird conversation ending with hugs or browsing at a bookstore and everything in between and sideways.

it’s a strange place out there, and i think this year, it’ll draw you near.

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 in this 4°F crisp cool, i am feeling everything. 
 there is absolutely nothing like being one jacketed layer away from popsicle status, to really remind you of what is important. 
 family, friends, creativity, food, air, love, tenderness, music, touch, laughter, proper footwear, exploration, adventure, teaching, etiquette, great films on bluray, comedic interludes, shared experiences, mystery, karaoke, and so so so much more. 
 this year is more and more about following through, and having the bus fare to arrive to a decision on time. 
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in this 4°F crisp cool, i am feeling everything.

there is absolutely nothing like being one jacketed layer away from popsicle status, to really remind you of what is important.

family, friends, creativity, food, air, love, tenderness, music, touch, laughter, proper footwear, exploration, adventure, teaching, etiquette, great films on bluray, comedic interludes, shared experiences, mystery, karaoke, and so so so much more.

this year is more and more about following through, and having the bus fare to arrive to a decision on time.

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 yeah…we all have vices. 
 
      
 
 
 when i suggest shifts in other people, i’m really trying to motivate myself. 
  in my portraiture, i’m photographing other people’s strengths and bravery so that i may instill those qualities in myself.    
 if i can inspire that confidence in my subjects, if i can gain access to their time and have the opportunity to photograph them…then maybe i can glean some of that adventure in myself to be more of those qualities. i mean, not all the time, but at times. 
      
 
 
 it’s weird. how about you? 
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yeah…we all have vices.

when i suggest shifts in other people, i’m really trying to motivate myself.

in my portraiture, i’m photographing other people’s strengths and bravery so that i may instill those qualities in myself.

if i can inspire that confidence in my subjects, if i can gain access to their time and have the opportunity to photograph them…then maybe i can glean some of that adventure in myself to be more of those qualities. i mean, not all the time, but at times.

it’s weird. how about you?

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 onlookers gather in the nighttime around the glowing portal 
 they peer into and over the threshold to see a brilliant and energetic vortex of dreams looming over the sleeping body of a small boy. 
 his head shifts as the lights from the glittering chandelier refract and flit about as soft shines glow around the room. 
 a fairy fluttering about oversees the safety and comfort of the boy, as the onlookers take in the scene, and then smiling knowingly, they walk on, away, and back into the black. 
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onlookers gather in the nighttime around the glowing portal

they peer into and over the threshold to see a brilliant and energetic vortex of dreams looming over the sleeping body of a small boy.

his head shifts as the lights from the glittering chandelier refract and flit about as soft shines glow around the room.

a fairy fluttering about oversees the safety and comfort of the boy, as the onlookers take in the scene, and then smiling knowingly, they walk on, away, and back into the black.

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 i asked the seer if it was all going to turn out okay, you know, just to know how to proceed. 
 she thought for a moment looking at me. well, more like through me, into me. 
 blinking her eyes nonchalantly, she said in a steady voice, “yeah, sure, whatever. you know? are you catching the show or what?” and continued to chew her gum smackingly. 
 i walked slowly away smiling and was only slightly curious of her response. 
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i asked the seer if it was all going to turn out okay, you know, just to know how to proceed.

she thought for a moment looking at me. well, more like through me, into me.

blinking her eyes nonchalantly, she said in a steady voice, “yeah, sure, whatever. you know? are you catching the show or what?” and continued to chew her gum smackingly.

i walked slowly away smiling and was only slightly curious of her response.

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