" active archiving "

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keep them close. all of your precious memories, all of them.

the great moments of discovery, your childhood sequences of amateur science, playing in the streets, the sand, the grass, the sun. when you found out that freshly clipped nails were sharp. when you dug deep deep deep into the earth, and it went on forever and got cooler.

the first time you ate a particular fruit, or ate something new; stinky cheeses that confused and enticed, a smoothie, raw vegetables, cured meats, ales & liquors.

the touch. caressive fingers along open palms, down stretches of smooth skin in the afternoon. hands massaging your head through your hair or lack of hair. hugs, hits, falls, falling in love, falling out of love, falling away into the ocean. tears welling up and tears streaming uncontrollably out of your face.

joys, elation, running and giggling out loud. freedom flying like a slapdash banner to your tree fort. people watching, people approaching, people photographing, people walking away.

the list is truly endless, and they're all yours and they're all cherished. even the painful ones. they give you strength of will and a reference for the parameters of your happiness. have them, hold them, share them, speak them aloud.

tonight's homework:

think of the best most amazing thing that happened to you this past week, and then share it with someone, friend or stranger. make a connection.

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" no faith in fate "

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you get what you get, and no take-backsies. revel in your choices, and perhaps too the way in which you lean towards or shrink away from those situations, people, and objects you come across.

almost nothing is fate, and almost nothing is luck. but mostly everything is the way it happens because it's the way it happens. it's not glorified, but it's pure and honest. there is beauty in that simplicity.

painfully lovely melancholy in the most minimalist moments. this is the distillation of the eternal experience, and we are all within it, around it, and creators of it.

tonight's homework:

make a slight inspection of your more complex patterns, and seek to streamline the more cross-wired ones.

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" deep south "

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waiting quietly in the corners, the glints of refracted lights shine in the shadows. when i see you pass by, i am looking at a stranger. i feel nothing at all.

my eyes ache with the lack of moisture. seeking, metering the blinking, holding out my arms to the world, screaming out into the void.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are a stranger, you are a stranger.

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waiting for you in the streets, the sun is out and high in a clear blue. i see you walking towards me with the light of the bright star at your back, as if ushered forward with a golden haloed outline. overcome by a great love, i feel everything.

my heart aches with a swell and everything in the universe blurs away is a haze. i lift up my arms to you and welcome you into them, whispering my hellos.

we're at the point of no return; there is no going back.

you are the only person i have ever known.

tonight's homework:

no matter the argument, rift, or quarrel, find a way towards understanding and reconciliation.

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" garden rituals "

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when dreams begin to cross the threshold into reality, sparks fly, the mind expands, and each atom in the universe comes to rest. all matter manifests in a shape of your choosing, and the vibrations of magnetic fields caress.

we find ourselves in the proper place, and stillness permeates through the white noise. the clutter of abstract thought finds its alignment. people understand each other. you breath fuller.

we plant the seeds into the ether, and everything flourishes and blossoms.

you for at least a moment find your stride, and your soul beams.

tonight's homework:

create one piece of art in your life, success or folly, and revel in your complete ability to put something new into the world.

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 have to show respect to those generations of risk-takers who came before you. just an endless multitude of artists and visionaries who at one time felt like you. 
 the struggle for expression within and through a medium. how to say those things which could not easily be put into words. to show your mood, meaning, or emotion with arcs of light, proportions, composition, and angles. 
 we find ourselves repeating the motions, tracing the lines, and echoing the techniques, but we are all slightly off the bell-curve of collective intent. 
 each attempt a unique set of calculations and worth it to see it through, successes or failures, renown or private anonymity, lesson or example. wherever you find the inspiration, it is noteworthy to recognize and thank your predecessors. they know all about it, and can be your guides in rough times. 
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have to show respect to those generations of risk-takers who came before you. just an endless multitude of artists and visionaries who at one time felt like you.

the struggle for expression within and through a medium. how to say those things which could not easily be put into words. to show your mood, meaning, or emotion with arcs of light, proportions, composition, and angles.

we find ourselves repeating the motions, tracing the lines, and echoing the techniques, but we are all slightly off the bell-curve of collective intent.

each attempt a unique set of calculations and worth it to see it through, successes or failures, renown or private anonymity, lesson or example. wherever you find the inspiration, it is noteworthy to recognize and thank your predecessors. they know all about it, and can be your guides in rough times.

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 let’s all meet as many interesting, different, curious, faceted, cool, historic, amazing people this week. 
 cause i’ve already had really random conversations with at least four, and i realized that everyone is hella interesting! 
 i seriously almost missed my stop just talking up someone cool about her completely rad icelandic  bónus  tote bag. it was the best thing i’d ever seen this week! 
 i want to but know i will not go to sleep within the time i think i will tonight, because my mind is reeling just thinking about the possibility of all things. 
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let’s all meet as many interesting, different, curious, faceted, cool, historic, amazing people this week.

cause i’ve already had really random conversations with at least four, and i realized that everyone is hella interesting!

i seriously almost missed my stop just talking up someone cool about her completely rad icelandic bónus tote bag. it was the best thing i’d ever seen this week!

i want to but know i will not go to sleep within the time i think i will tonight, because my mind is reeling just thinking about the possibility of all things.

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 simple things. 
 laughter between friends, eyes meeting between strangers on the subway, catching glimpses of a bright color flash bright in the pale grays and deep blacks of winter coats, holding hands, the sound of crunchy snow under the weight of your shoes. 
 everything coming together, and the world calms after the full moon wanes. 
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 necklace worn by:  http://jessdavisphotography.tumblr.com/  
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simple things.

laughter between friends, eyes meeting between strangers on the subway, catching glimpses of a bright color flash bright in the pale grays and deep blacks of winter coats, holding hands, the sound of crunchy snow under the weight of your shoes.

everything coming together, and the world calms after the full moon wanes.

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necklace worn by: http://jessdavisphotography.tumblr.com/

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