The past little while has felt like a strange downward spiral, or small circles at best. I've often wondered if I really ever make any progress, or if I'll just vacilate forever and ever. Then there are days like today, when you wake up and the world is beautiful again.
I started off with some with e.e. cummings and this one opening line shaped my whole day:
may my heart always be open to little
birds who are the secrets of living
I just about broke into tears when I read this. It busted everything open and I immediately felt so inspired by the leaves and the sunshine and Salt Lake in general. So naturally, I went on a little photo adventure and it fed my soul like nothing else could have. But first. . .coffee of course.
{morning had broken}
{the view}
{first color turn}
I just remembered a poem I wrote, long ago. It was inspired by an afternoon on campus, and that unmistakable autumn-only kind of heartache. . .
fall again
This is the season.
Pumpkin smashing, and my head
beginning to hurt again
with floundering thoughts of you
while I consider the person I was,
am now,
and will be someday
when my dreams are re-colored
and formed by
my own two hands instead of someone else's.
Leaves keep falling and they
ring in the truth of me,
although it’s a truth
I can't find.
Can't quite catch
as it falls.
Tired of being told to stay the same,
I change.
Such vibrant memories : )
There are several more posts coming + more photos. So much to share in this here little blog world!
night, night
xoxox
