August 28, 2014

Lately.

August 22, 2014
A warrior acknowledges his pain but he doesn’t indulge in it.
The mood of the warrior who enters into the unknown is not one of
sadness; on the contrary, he’s joyful because he feels humbled by
his great fortune, confident that his spirit is impeccable, and
above all, fully aware of his efficiency. A warrior’s joyfulness
comes from having accepted his fate, and from having truthfully
assessed what lies ahead of him.

-Don Juan Matus
Photo by: The Noisy Plume

A warrior acknowledges his pain but he doesn’t indulge in it.
The mood of the warrior who enters into the unknown is not one of
sadness; on the contrary, he’s joyful because he feels humbled by
his great fortune, confident that his spirit is impeccable, and
above all, fully aware of his efficiency. A warrior’s joyfulness
comes from having accepted his fate, and from having truthfully
assessed what lies ahead of him.

-Don Juan Matus
Photo by: The Noisy Plume

August 20, 2014

The mountain is real. I am still climbing up to greater depths and breaths. My heart is still pumping, my mind whispering quietly as I climb. It is what sustains me now. The light through the trees, the smoothest stones worn by the river, the gift that never disappoints. The mountain is real. And we are still climbing up.

J

August 20, 2014

Lately.

August 7, 2014
Can you find your reset? Can you shake off the dirt that has tried to bury you? Can you re-emerge? Can you shake it? Can you refuel when your tank is past empty? Can you climb the damn mountain when your faith has fallen all the way to the bottom? Can you get up? Can you lie still? Can you find that place again when nothing around you seems fair, when your heart is bruised black, and your words are but whispers of your former self?Can you climb the damn mountain? Can you look up when you feel so down? Can you rise up when your heart wants to lay low? Can you suck it up, push it down, scream it out, throw it loose, drink it fast, and let it ooze slow? Can you climb the damn mountain? No matter the power of the voice or the strength of the spirit the question remains the same. Can you? Can you climb the damn mountain?

J

Can you find your reset? Can you shake off the dirt that has tried to bury you? Can you re-emerge? Can you shake it? Can you refuel when your tank is past empty? Can you climb the damn mountain when your faith has fallen all the way to the bottom? Can you get up? Can you lie still? Can you find that place again when nothing around you seems fair, when your heart is bruised black, and your words are but whispers of your former self?Can you climb the damn mountain? Can you look up when you feel so down? Can you rise up when your heart wants to lay low? Can you suck it up, push it down, scream it out, throw it loose, drink it fast, and let it ooze slow? Can you climb the damn mountain? No matter the power of the voice or the strength of the spirit the question remains the same. Can you? Can you climb the damn mountain?

J

August 7, 2014

Hands and toes.

August 3, 2014
Every mornin’ an’ every evenin’
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through

And when I’m with you, it feels like heaven
And you’re an angel, holdin’ me
Your sweet, sweet lovin’, it sets me free

And in my wildest, imagination
I could never, imagine you
Lovin’ me as much as, as I do you

And it may be winter, it may be fall
I might have plenty or nothin’ at all
But, baby, I’ll be there whenever you call, ever you call

'Cause every mornin' and every evenin'
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through
The way you love me, through and through


Lyrics by Keb Mo. Ode to Sullivan the Great

Every mornin’ an’ every evenin’
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through

And when I’m with you, it feels like heaven
And you’re an angel, holdin’ me
Your sweet, sweet lovin’, it sets me free

And in my wildest, imagination
I could never, imagine you
Lovin’ me as much as, as I do you

And it may be winter, it may be fall
I might have plenty or nothin’ at all
But, baby, I’ll be there whenever you call, ever you call

'Cause every mornin' and every evenin'
Every day I, I think of you
The way you love me, through and through
The way you love me, through and through


Lyrics by Keb Mo. Ode to Sullivan the Great

August 3, 2014

One week ago you left us. Here is a small tribute to you Sullivan Lea. Our hearts were all made better by your presence.

August 1, 2014

Lately.

July 24, 2014
Rainbows remind you about life after the rain. It can get dark, dreary, and darn right ugly and then BAM! Rainbow!!!!! #keeplookingup

Rainbows remind you about life after the rain. It can get dark, dreary, and darn right ugly and then BAM! Rainbow!!!!! #keeplookingup

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