People To Remember

Lunch With A Friend

Had lunch with someone close today. Afterwards, we found a nice mossy spot by a small lake. It was beautiful and green. A new family of geese searched for food nearby. A red squirrel tittered to it’s friends and seemed to be getting an early start on collecting acorns from a nearby oak. The water was still. A maple across the lake had the slightest hint of orange. The refection of the treeline in the water shimmered peacefully with the gentle breeze blowing across the surface.

As we sat, we spoke of a lot of things. Life mostly. Things in it and around it. Things we have right now. Things that are going to change soon. Big life. Small life.

As we spoke, I came to a realization. About a lot of things, but one thing in particular really sticks out.

So many of us go through life thinking that the purpose is to find someone to come with us on our journey. No one considers the people who taught us what to do or how to feel when we find them.

Love has always been a huge theme in my life. From unrequited, unrealized, unwanted, and needed but never really there. Family, friends, strangers. But never for very long.

I thought to myself, and my friend, maybe I’m not one of those people who gets someone to come on these crazy adventures I get myself into. Maybe that’s ok.

I’ve had the opportunity for so much love. So much true love.

I believe every love is true love, even if it’s not forever, it’s necessary to help one learn.

Maybe all these crazy adventures lead me around to find these loves. To love them. To teach them. To have these crazy moments and then continue on my way.

It sounds tragic, and maybe it is a little, but someone has to be the person who’s ok with teaching love. So many of us seem to have forgotten what it means to be loved; forgotten what it’s like to love. I mean, really love someone. With everything you have in you in that moment. Even if it’s just for a moment.

In all my sporadic movement; my impulsive life; my sudden leaps, I can’t expect anyone to be willing to follow me into the next, usually dark, moment. No. It’s better if we have the beautiful, wonderful minute, leave it at that, and they can go and find their true love. Live their real dreams, without a windswept romantic stirring their control up every chance I get.

So, I hope to find more love in my life. I’m sure that I will. I find new, amazing, glorious people every day.

I hope they learn to love. Me and then the world.

After all,

“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.”

Talking to Myself

Inspiration Comes and Goes

Inspiration flows.

It’s there in the most inconvenient of moments.

When you’re driving your car in silence, down a green highway, a brilliant thought is there and gone with the whoosh of a passing car by the time you pull over and grab a notebook.

When you’re in the shower, in the middle of winter, and there’s just no way you’re getting out. Because it’s the first shower you’ve had in days. Because the bathroom floor is cold and wet. Because the depression got you and you gotta take care of yourself eventually.

When you’re in your doctors office, waiting for them to see you now. They’d think you really were crazy if they came into the room at the exact moment you were scribbling down the idea for a tragedy they’d never deem healthy.

When you’re watching the most beautiful thunder storm in your life, but you’re huddled under a porch, and you forgot your notebook.

When you’re sitting in your room late at night, with only lights on strings and furry things. When you know you should sleep.

Finally, a bit of inspiration. Might as well grab it.

Might as well be inspired by all the fleeting thoughts, even if you’ll never have them again. Might as well remember the feeling of having those thoughts every once in a while.

Inspiration comes from a lot of places. Sometimes, in the worst moments. Sometimes you just have to take them.

Reminder to me: write it down.

Even if it’s ridiculous. At least it’s something.

I remember all those years when the words flowed freely. When I wrote more than I spoke. Where did those days go?

Now I have to learn how to grab those moments again.

Learn to grab those moments again.

Inspiration is special. Creativity is important.

Don’t let the world around you stamp out your love to create. The passion inside you shouldn’t be put out.

This is me. Grabbing a tiny bit of inspiration.

Late Night Thoughts That Don't Make Sense

Joys of a Lava Lamp

Life is constant change. Always rolling, turning chaos 

It’s hard to see the beauty when you’re falling, like a giant blob, right to the bottom of the tank. 

At the end of a long day; in a dark, smokey room; it’s a calming chaos. The colours, bubbles, random patterns. 

Constant ebb and flow. Movement. Life. Looking at it from the outside in, it’s beautiful. 

-Late night dark thoughts trying to see the light