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i had an incredibly lovely night tonight. my hands on spirituality class journeyed to my professor’s incredibly homey and photogenic house, where we did a Sapta, or long chant. we chanted for 50 minutes. i’ve done chants before, yet this was different. it was the longest communal chant i have participated in. we began singing very slowly, then my professor began playing her drum and we sang in rhythm for a long time. the way everyone voices mixed in the air with my own made a weight lift gracefully off my shoulders. i lost myself in the feel of heat in my throat and air in my lung and sound in the air. i felt…. relief. so much relief that tears came to my eyes. it was as if the universe was telling me that everything was ok. at the end of the chant we sped up, the words pulsing like a throbbing heart. i have rarely felt so blissful. then we ate delicious food and talked until the sun had gone down and it was time to leave. i brought my camera and snapped away as we ate and drove back to campus. i’ll share them as a blog post in a bit.
Things are about to change, like the water that carved the grand canyon. I am both the water and the canyon.
(Source: topographe)
i miss my typewriter
it accepts my words
unconditionally
and so in turn, i accept them
a small but wide open kind of love
tan lines
Everything you don’t need is only going to weigh you down. Simplify your life. More air, less stuff.
I’m going crazy. Trying to protect everyone around me from the storm raging in my head. I need a new place to be.
The things you hold on to, they are so incredibly heavy. The potency of your fear can grind the spinning of the earth to a dead stop. You are trying to hold back the world with your bare hands. It’s pulling you apart. Take one breath in. Let one breath out. Let go.
i’m strangely nervous right now and it’s not the “oh i can write about it” kind of nervous it’s more like “there will be no sleeping tonight” kind of nervous and there’s something in the bottom of my stomach whispering dangerous things that my brain is running away with and please be careful please please just stay safe this is my mantra forever for all the people in my life that i love please
i am starting a 52 weeks project. i’d really like to stick this one out. i am not a self portrait person, so i won’t hold myself to that, but each picture needs to have thought, a purpose behind it. some effort. i’d like to be proud of it, in a year.
today i became an ellipsis
the caffeine withdrawals that follow finals week = not pretty
it was in the water
dusk
Skype request from my friend:
Please accept me as a contact so we can call and message each other. If you don’t, I will kill you.
