messy and gentle and all consuming, keep up

the headlines want me panicked. the algorithm wants me angry. but i walk outside and the trees don't care. the river keeps moving. the sun still rises. that's where i put my faith. nature is the only sane place left

sometimes i think language is too small for what we feel. half of my emotions don't even have words

your soul is a collection of musical tones that create your aura

i was put on this earth to notice the trees, the plants, & the quiet miracles of wildlife

“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night." — Edgar Allan Poe

you were left behind, but you are where you want to be

look away i am undressing my heart

"What is precious inside us does not care to be known by the mind in ways that diminish its presence." David Whyte / "The Winter of Listening" 📷Maya Beano via : Lenz Photography

moving with love as the universe blooms around me

autumn mirror | katia chausheva

for some reason i still remember the way the alliums brushed against me… just a fleeting touch, yet it lingers, like the echo of a summer long past

the soft pink morning sky is a love letter whispered by the dawn for hearts that still look up

hope is a self hug in the night after a long day

I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them

The only absolute, and best friend a man has, in this selfish world, the only one that will not betray or deny him, is his dog ~ King Frederick II

the wind pulls at the trees, leaves drift past my window and i feel the tender weight of letting go

a kind of soft release

autumn has my heart

in the wilderness I am never misunderstood