may my heart always be open

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