Monthly Archives: October 2009

(via gatekeeper)

art has power

Oh Sweet Quebec, How I miss your green roofs.

she is the water

Reflections for Living Life Fully

by Brock Tully

something old

starsnatcher:

And I remember in that second telling myself to catch this moment and put it in my pocket along with the flowers and tiny blue eggs. Because soon it would be gone and I would only be writing about it, the careless, secretive wind, the hum of the conversing aspen trees, the mountains behind me and the valleys below me. Because soon everything is gone and everyone goes somewhere else, and new things grow and old things die and it’s all precious and painful and a little bit sacred. And while we’re all scared of change, we wither without it. It may not be obvious, but we rot, slowly and leisurely.

So trap your dear moments, put them somewhere with all your pressed flowers and treasured robin’s eggs so that when you move on, you can bring some beautiful things with you, if only to remind you in the dark places that once there was light, and there will be light again.

This speaks to my heart

Dreams

1) I dreamt that I was rolling down a hill, bright grassy hill and all was good. That was Tuesday night. The highlight of Wednesday was rolling down a grassy hill at club with Jane, It was actually really fun. Perfect steepness. Not too dizzy making.

2) Last night just as I fell asleep, in that half conscious state that is full unconscious until you’re jolted from it I dreamt that I was in a rainy car and I was a bit panicked but no one else was so it was okay. It was dark and everything was enclosed. It was sort of calm still. There was little, if any colour. There were gunshots and I was worried but no one else was, it was okay, this wasn’t real. I relaxed but a bullet hit the back window and glass flew at me, I saw a flash of white light and was violently jolted awake. Its a vivid memory, even though I fell back in to a deep sleep almost immediately. It was strange.

Love

I remember a story I heard once, or maybe read once, where a little girl woke up and felt sick in the middle of the night and her dad came in to see how she was and she started to throw up and he reached out and caught the puke in his hands. Thats what love really is, isn’t it?