I saw this postcard once

I kept it in my dreams and wrote songs to it until I reached the picture. 

 

And then the peaks, mountains and trees were carved into my flesh. Part of me until I become part of them again.

A decade of guided escapism.

Maroon Bells, Colorado. July 2018.

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing

~

Today, like every other day, we wake up empty

and frightened. Don’t open the door to the study

and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.

Let the beauty we love be what we do.

There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.

~

Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing,

there is a field. I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass,

the world is too full to talk about.

Ideas, language, even the phrase each other

doesn’t make any sense.

~

[Rumi - "A Great Wagon"]

Paradise in the Mountains

Denver to Crested Butte to Aspen. July 2018.

The way to the Emerald Lake

Rocky Mountains and Red Rocks, Colorado. July 2018.
Sense of wonder, adventure and freedom. Complete happiness.

Follow the boy with the orange backpack

Lake District. July 2018.

Anna's trails

Inchydoney

30

[Alvvays - Archie, Marry Me]

Too late to go out and

Too young to stay in

They're talking about

Us living in sin

Wander with me

[Bonnie Beecher - Come Wander with Me]

To Kill a Mockingbird

I saw through the eyes of a child and was sent back in time to summers before I referred to myself as me. When adventures meant challenging ghosts on dark autumn nights and hiding in forests to cast spells. When it was easy knowing what's right. When little experience had many stories to tell. Many more stories to tell than I have now.

'I hated him for that, but when you are in trouble you become easily tired: soon I was hiding in his lap and his arms were around me.'

[Harper Lee]

Jim's wedding

Things I gathered last summer