Indonesia

I met a man who is preparing to hop a plane to Indonesia in less than 48 hours. He will be living there for a month where he will work as a yoga instructor. When the four weeks are up, he’ll have the opportunity to travel through Southeast Asia. What an incredible thing. 

To that man: 

I don’t know your name, but your positivity has been infectious, and your smile more indelible than a summer jam. Your eyes exude your passion for life, and I’m nothing short of ecstatic for you. I can’t even say that I’m surprised. You’re a beautiful human being, and it’s been my pleasure to have met you. 

May your anxiety dissolve into exuberance as you go on to tread alien soil and have the experience of a lifetime. I know you’ll relish every moment.

Sincerely,

Purely inspired 

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New Beginnings

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For a while, I was one of those people that hid behind the thought that ‘you don’t need a new year to make a fresh start.’ It can happen any day- and I still stand behind that to an extent. But there’s something inexplicably appealing to making New Year’s resolutions. Maybe because the cycle of the months begins again: starts anew. That seems as appropriate a time as any to make a change. Wipe the slate clean; you’re the canvas, and you’ve got another chance to revoke your colors and formulate a new design. Rewrite your story, make editions, addendums, surprise endings, plot twists. Color outside the lines. It just doesn’t seem fitting to make a grandiose change at 1:13 PM on a Tuesday in mid-July. There’s nothing wrong with that if that’s the route you take, but there’s something ever-so-enticing about beginning a new year with a new attitude. It’s just the way things are. I think because there is a finite number of days in a week; a definitive number of months per year, but the number of years that lie ahead is unknown. It’s limitless. It’s about the grander scheme of things- at least the way I try to look at it. It provides hope in an optimistic sense, because if you start things off the right way, you’ll keep on along the same path towards consistent happiness.

Lifting You Up

When you get home

you’ll look back and say that your path was worth its rocky terrain

even though you wore backless shoes

and cut up your heels

you’ll know nothing you did was in vain

While en route, though

you’ll struggle to see that you shine

albeit caked with dirt

and your eyes will become mouths

to the rivers that flow down to your jawline

and drop off onto your shirt

You’ll decide your roots are all you want to know

because they’re where you were comfortable

and you’ll try to go back

but when you turn around you’ll find

that the wake of your path

has turned to black

propelling you forward

You’ll question whether where you’re going

is even feasible to reach

but you’ll shake the thought

due to the warnings you disregarded

and the trust you will have breached

But if there’s anything I’ll have you learn

before you’re past the point of discretion

it’s that ‘home’ is not a destination

but rather a direction

and along your way

the things you see, the things you say

matter just as much

because they’re the means

and the end

is as far off as you want it to be

and maybe even not in sight

No Other Way of Loving

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

–Pablo Neruda

Write It Out

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

–Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings

There’s Nothing to Composing

I’m a wanderer now; sorrow befalls me. I laugh often so, I suppose, I’m going to be fine.

–Meg & Dia, Here, Here, and Here

Gravitas

Not a shred of evidence exists in favor of the idea that life is serious.

–Brendan Gill

Rasasvada

(n.) the taste of bliss in the absence of all thoughts

Breaking the Silence

So that’s what the sun looks like. I’d forgotten. 🙂

I’m back, sooner than I’d anticipated, and I’m feeling so much better. I’ve begun taking Vitamin D after every meal in the morning, and I like to think it’s responsible for my improved moods. Music has regained its meaning in my life, as has writing, reading, and everything that gives me joy and pleasure. I can’t say for sure that I won’t relapse, but the sun is shining promisingly (I meant that as a metaphor, but it’s seriously 73° here today, and it’s nearly November), and I plan to relish in it.

This is merely a transition post to let you know that my hiatus is effectively over. In previous days, I’ve even come up with a few ideas for new entries, as well as missed blogging as a whole. Those of you who’ve supported me have been incredible- thank you, so much. I’d give you all a hug if I could.

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That will have to do for now.

In other news, I’d like to welcome one of my best IRL friends to the world of WordPress: Liann! You can click on her name to head on over to her blog. She works with me at Trader Joe’s and at the urging of a customer and several of her friends, she’s started a blog all about her journey into healthier living. I encourage you to pay her a visit and follow along with her if you feel so inclined. 🙂

That’s it for now. I’ll be posting again today a little bit later with some suggestions for some excellent products to pick up if ever you find yourself a first-time shopper at Trader Joe’s. That post should be up in a few hours. Until then, au revoir. And again, thank you all for your kind words- they were cracks of sunlight in a dense, brick wall.

Here, Here, and Here

Mozart, he said there’s nothing to composing. And that’s all we do; we just write, and play, and write, and play, and write and… Here, here, and here: He pointed to his heart, and mind, and ears.

Here, Here, and Here, Meg & Dia