actually may is nearly half over. wow. yeah. i'm not really sure how that happened, except to say that we've been busy. like super busy. like trying to figure out how to make a whole new life in a whole new state halfway across the country work. how do you do that and also spend time with people you are going to miss so much it makes you want to spit? i don't have any good answers for any of this. none whatsoever. what i can say is this. yesterday as i was driving to work i was listening to this story about a family in india who has been playing traditional music for six generations. and now the last member of the family who has learned how to play the music is a 14 year old boy who wants to go to college someday. if and when he does, the music might stop with him. they asked his 81 year old uncle what he thought about that, and his response was "we can't know about that right now".
we can't know about that right now. it's so true. i've heard this before, but it has never hit me like it did yesterday. there are so many things, so very many things in my life that i just can't know about right now. hopefully i'll know about them later, and maybe even forget about them as unimportant. but for now, i just have to be at peace with not knowing. until the time comes to know.
that is a lesson that's flared up at least 10 times in the past year for me. i wonder when i'm going to learn (or remember i learned...) thanks for posting this. i needed to hear it.
Choose friends, at every bend. Even when the moving truck's parked outside your door and you have one-way tix in hand for the next day, hang it all and party with the ones you dig. The crazy-mad moving chaos has all but faded for me, but not those swell last hours, right before we skipped town. Pretty awesome, those. Best to you.
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that is a lesson that's flared up at least 10 times in the past year for me. i wonder when i'm going to learn (or remember i learned...) thanks for posting this. i needed to hear it.
Great picture!
I love that it looks like you're falling into the mirror.
Those polas are awesome! i specially like the second one
wow. love these shots!
these photos are beautiful.
good luck with the big move. what you wrote really resonates with me.
it makes me giggle to think of you actually spitting over how much you will miss people.
i miss you so much...*spit*
you know, i'm always missing someone. many people. that's what packages of salted caramels are for.
i like the first photo with the feather..
Wow I love the vibe of your blog, very inspiring.. thank you.
you are a smart lady.
Thanks for the link to the story; it was fascinating.
I am always intrigued by the people who continue to make art amidst war going on at their feet.
Virgina Woolf was haunted by the sounds of bombs off in the distance.
I wish you well during this transition.
Choose friends, at every bend. Even when the moving truck's parked outside your door and you have one-way tix in hand for the next day, hang it all and party with the ones you dig. The crazy-mad moving chaos has all but faded for me, but not those swell last hours, right before we skipped town. Pretty awesome, those. Best to you.
This was an excellent read. I am embarking on several new things: one is s a career change and the other is time off, the third focusing on art.
My future career wise and in general is unknown. It's interesting to see how all this will unfold.
I will remember this post when I find myself frustrated with the process!
Love your photos.You have a great sense of lighting.
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