Site Meter ANCORA IMPARO
I believe in simplicity. I believe in feelings and family, friendship and fidelity, forgiveness and fortitude. I believe in miracles, meditation, motherhood and make believe and that music is the only real magic this world has ever seen. I believe in concocting and consuming colorful cocktails and fussing over and feasting on fabulous food. I believe in living out loud. I believe in laughing until your face hurts and loving until your heart breaks. I believe in behaving boldly and when warranted, badly, taking bubble baths and being barefoot. I believe in poetry, puppies and playing in the park. I believe in seeking without ceasing that which sings to my soul and strengthens my spirit. I believe in dancing in the rain and digging in the dirt. I believe in honest expression and the golden rule. I believe in Nature and naps and that naïveté is sometimes necessary. I believe in goodness and gratitude, grit and grace. I believe in unity and the power of the universe. I believe in being authentically awesome. I believe in being better today than yesterday but not as good as tomorrow. I believe in challenges and change and growing pains. I believe in the inherent worth of every creature, being and life force on this planet. I believe in honoring the individual journeys and paths of people whether I understand them or not. I believe in letting people live their truth and trusting that it’s right for them. I believe in lifting up and letting go. I believe that death is just as sacred an experience as birth and that it is never, ever an end.

Mostly, I just believe that I’m never going to stop learning what it is I believe.


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Josh Pyke

Where Two Oceans Meet
Chimney's Afire

Josh Pyke - “Where Two Oceans Meet”

Where two oceans meet
I will find you there
‘neath the wind worn heath
Under cliff tops bare

And I will find you there
And I will cover thee
And you will cling to me
Where two oceans meet

And where two oceans meet
I will find you there
‘neath the wind worn heath
Under cliff tops bare

And I will find you there
And I will cover thee
And you will cling to me
Where two oceans meet

And when our days are few
I will cling to you
And you will sing for me
When our days are few

And when our candle’s burned
We will both return
‘neath the wind worn heath
Where two oceans meet

“Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them, some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.”

—The Wonder Years

“Lying is not only saying what isn’t true. It is also, in fact especially, saying more than is true and, in case of the human heart, saying more than one feels. We all do it, every day, to make life simpler.”

Albert Camus, Afterword for The Outsider

Knowing WHY they lied hasn’t made my life a bit simpler.

Assholes, all.

“Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

“The diabolical thing about melancholy is not that it makes you ill but that it makes you conceited and shortsighted; yes, almost arrogant. You lapse into bad taste, thinking of yourself as Heine’s Atlas, whose shoulders support all the world’s puzzles and agonies, as if thousands, lost in the same maze, did not endure the same agonies.”

Herman Hesse

I still carry the weight of a million of sorrows that never belonged to me.

I may always.

Someone who died even though they never really existed.

Someone who died even though they never really existed.

For better.
And worse.

For better.

And worse.

“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in.”

Haruki Murakami

TRUTH.

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