Letting in the magic and beauty and sweetness of Bali. Feeling grateful to be here and deeply engaged in creation. The only time life makes any sense at all is when I am creating. It’s good to be aware of this. Now I know what to do as long as I am alive — create. It doesn’t even matter that much what. As soon as I stop I am completely lost. I will post what I am creating ay some point as it takes shape. :-) sending sweet goodnight kisses from southeast Asia… Xo
Flying on my own into the abyss again. I must find Yes in this as I keep doing it over and over. I think I would like to try with someone else next time though…. the right one with strong wings to cuddle up with in a nest together at night while we regain our strength together for the next flight.
One of my photos is taking a journey around bloggerland and I have acquired a few new followers as a result! Yay and thank you!
I’m on a journey in Bali now and have tumbled out of Tumblr for the time being. I’ll be back in full Tumblr distraction mode when I’m back in New York at the end of August! I’m telling my story to friends and family here: http://www.backinbali.tumblr.com
You are welcome to stop by!
:-) xo!
What’s it like to be a human the bird asked I myself don’t know it’s being held prisoner by your skin while reaching infinity being a captive of your scrap of time while touching eternity being hopelessly uncertain and helplessly hopeful being a needle of frost and a handful of heat breathing in the air and choking wordlessly it’s being on fire with a nest made of ashes eating bread while filling up on hunger it’s dying without love it’s loving through death That’s funny said the bird and flew effortlessly up into the air (Translated by Stanislaw Baranczak and Claire Cavanagh)
