communicate

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5.11.12

know thyself



i forgot...
 how much my mind craves solitude
that it is in nature i feel most at peace and at home
that my spirit must feel free
in order for me to thrive
that i am independent and brave
and vulnerable and open
that i adapt easily and need little to feel content
that i am complicated yet crave simplicity in life
that i am pleasantly restless,
 excited by life and the exploration of it
despite the many times its knocked me on my ass
that i am resiliant
empathetic
kind
funny
giving
and i wear my heart on my sleeve
its messy there
that i want  to (and will) see the world
that im a good traveler bc i fully immerse myself, and observe, and participate
and love to live out of my backpack and i'm open and spontaneous.
that i want to(and will) garden all summer barefoot the rest of my life
that i want to work in the dirt
that i love to have paint on my hands and clay under my nails
that i want to (and will) camp for 3 months and create my own world
that i will never stop growing and learning
that i am beautiful and interesting
creative and innovative.
 
i want to never forget who i am again
never
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isolation-rainy windows-rock hunting- stick carving- mobile making-picture jumping- secrets-cedar wood, sandalwood, lavender, lemongrass, broken green leaves and baby twigs- open skies that fill my belly- duality- paths that never cross- the smell of knees- red wine, campfire tea-home roasted coffee, green smoothies, yellow delicious apples everyday, fever dreams- drinking from cantaloupes- medium format photography- renegade art- dirty knees- patches- stripes-plaster- diy- reality and daydreams switching places- digging clay- oscillating fans- dioramas- tree worlds- travel tree travelogues- carrots- memories of my father that crawl across the floor, up my arms and into my cheeks- captured images- captured thoughts on my nightstand-turtle homes- hopes- sweat from hard work- long bike rides and aching legs- brushing my teeth outside- dirty fingernails- ink on my hands- unfiltered thoughts- originality- creating from beginnings-mint fields in mist- empty canvases,tubes of paint and endless nights- screaming songs into the wind- sharing secrets with birds- puddles, creeks, streams, hidden worlds behind waterfalls- feather tattoos-looking through paper towel rolls- defying Murphy and his law- green and blue- tearing out pictures- "Ah, but I was so much older then,
I'm younger than that now."(bob dylan)- "I have tried in my way to be free"(leonard cohen)... knowing these words to my very core.- learning-exploring-learning-exploring-slowly moving and watching and experiencing all fully and within the ritual, catching my reflection as a little girl...