All great things are simple, and many can be expressed in single words: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.


Sir Winston Churchill

Seth and Daisy May

Can I just say that I love love love the music that these two create. It's magical.
Take a listen. I would love to see them live someday. Even the neighbors in Thailand have heard their tunes in the streets. I'm obsessed.

http://www.sethandmay.com/

camera love

This evening I bought a new camera!!! I've been wanting to get a new/used camera for some time now. I got a great deal on it, and I think it will make me quite happy. I also bought a fixed 50mmf/1.8 II Camera Lens, which I'm thrilled about ^:^ Here she is...

If love was an ocean, or just lake michigan,
We'd better swim before we'd sink.

I miss your wit, your smile, and your love.

Maybe I sound like a loony, but honey I miss you.

You are fading, and this weight in my heart doesn't ease.

I want to take your hand, and start over.
We'd take our time.

Count your blessings while you can, and take your loved ones by the hand.

Lovely, sweet memories. The taste still lingers in my mouth. Letters of old, hold joy, truth, love, and dreams so decedent. Tucked away are they, treasured & stored. Can I tell you something? I'm afraid to read them again. I'm afraid because I don't want to hold one too tightly, or hope in ignorance. We must live this day, and be here now.

I fell hard for you. You were my first love.
I hope you get to where you are going.

i'm a processor, so what?

This blog, this year, is definitely a way to channel my thoughts and process much. I wonder what it will look like in a year, or two? I don't know of anyone who reads this, and I kind of like that. It has been an interesting last 6 months. Adjustments. Difficult. lonely. I just wonder why life happens the way it does, you know? Twists in ways you never thought it would twist.

Why am I so stubborn? I love my stubbornness. It's a good virtue.



Someone once wrote me this:

"Anita, every ounce of stubbornness in your head is matched one hundred fold by that of your priceless heart. You leave an indelible mark on everyone you meet, and all are better for it."

Maybe all I really wanted to say is that I miss you.

It's Sunday! A happy Sunday to all.

Aye aye aye aye aye


Salome



Aye aye aye aye aye!

i just want to DANCE...

i will love you until the stars fall out of the sky

Maybe I know you, maybe I don't. Maybe you're a friend, perhaps a stranger. But this is for you, and in the right time we will be.

As the autumn burst with color,

then withers into bleak and cold.

The cold will melt

Spring will bloom new life, and rain will soak the ground.

Summer will cast it's warmth and rays

And then color, reds, orange, yellow, blue, even blue! will peak again.

Whether in the desert, or in a village with dirt floors and a humble hut. By the river or by the sea. In an airplane, in the back of a taxi, on a bicycle, or by foot. In a large city with lots of charm, or glam. In a serene forest where I'm all alone, or surrounded by loved ones.

Still I will love you.

You see my love, I think we were created to be.

I will love you until the stars fall out of the sky.

I am so blessed. Happy to have been where I've been, and loved the people I've loved.

sandy beach

I want to go to the BEACH.....

hopefully. Maybe maybe maybe it will work out!

Last minute plans with the family that would just be fantastic. (by the way I love the word fantastic)

Here's to hoping I'm not scheduled a ton next week, and I can put up minuses or take some pluses. ( side note: I have a great job to be able to do that)

Miracles do happen.

I love me some beach anytime.

home

Lately I've been thinking about home. For me my home is many places. It's where I feel safe, safe, connected, and comfortable. It's in Michigan, India, and Thailand. With people I can be freely myself. It's all about people I guess. I am "home" right now, in the house I grew up in, on the street, in the town, but I'm not connected, and I'm not flourishing. This will always in a way be home, but I know it won't. My time here is only for a season.

I believe we can make, and create a home. I can't really define it, but I have this strong desire to create a home. Even if I would move from here to there, I want to create a home with someone. We would even have a tangible place that we call "home, can can come back home to. Does this make any sense? Probably not, and that is fine. I created this blog to write and process, not for tons of eyes to read and judge me.

I'm ready. In a way I'm tired of being flighty, and free.

In light of eternity, the earth is not our home. Beautiful when you really think about it. A longing for heaven, and our creator. Our time that we are entrusted with here is short.

Eternity is forever.

The truth is, I know my free-spirit will always drive me, and my stubbornness will always ground me.

chow

the answer is not to fly to tibet, or become a nun

even though i want to, often.

I want to be real.

You. I don't understand you. I really don't. What are you living for? I've tried, but I'm wanting to stop trying. I think it's too confusing, and it hurts my neck.

You see, when I look back, I remember only unending joy, love, the good times. But my heart aches in ways I've never known it could. Why? Does yours ache too? Or are you numb to life now. Maybe it's my time now to love, but love with restraint and patience. Patience?!

I went to this one place. It was lovely. But I saw you all over the city, like a dream that haunted me once I woke up.

I see your face around town, all the time. God, you're not perfect, but all I see is you. I walk into a pub in an airport, and see a baseball game being played between two particular cities. It seemed like every cafe I walked into played a song that you once sent me. Mundane pieces of life remind me of letters and conversations we shared. I see an old couple, and it grips my heart, and then tears well up in my eyes, because I could picture us.

I hope you're moving on.

Please forget me.

Why do I feel so much? Care so much. Think too much. Am I too much?

No, I'm a gem. I'm one of a kind. I will wait for someone out there who will be faithful, constant, and who will stand by their words. It's a shame, because I'm already gone.