what's so amazing that keeps us stargazing

She would stare up at the stars each night before bed.  Examine each one closely, looking for the unique twinkle, the strange sparkle, the magic that was different for each.

Then she would close her eyes. 

Listen to the silence. 

To the sound of the universe ripping apart and the sound of the bees humming around, trying to keep the order.

Einstein had said that if bees were to go extinct, humans would follow in four years.

That's high school.

That's a few breaths, a few twitches of the eye, nothing more.

That's how connected we are.

She thought of her yoga teacher, the sound of the room breathing energy, creating light.

She thought about the first sound in the universe, the electric calm that filled the space.

Omm..Omm..Omm..

The sound of the honey bees.

you are the world

(a secret about me:

i love stacking rocks like in the first picture-

it is my favorite meditation.

the beauty is in the destruction as well,

watching the waves destroy in a single blow

what you've built up for hours. 

it's truly healing.)

Yes Yes Yes

I want to live more. I crave a world that is spinning faster, that gives me more to be a part of. I want to be a part of an artistic community, to feel like I am living a revolution. 1830s french bohemia, the lost generation, the beats of the 50s, the factory scene and protests of the 60s...I want to live wildly and madly and loudly. I feel like I have to create that world I want to live in, create that place of art and madness and beauty and pain and laughter and dreamers. So I guess I will. Because that's how it all has to begin, isn't it? With a feeling, a hope, a dream.

Breathing

She decided to run without looking back

It's interesting, she thought, how breathing teaches us that loss is a relief

something neccessary before you start the process over.