Welcome to October, y’all. Darkness is upon us now. The days grow shorter, the wild nights grow longer. Magic + mystery hang like mist in the air. It’s the time of descent. It is…
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I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t go any longer without creating a playlist. It’s just in my bones. Now, I wasn’t really trying to not create any playlists. I just wasn’t putting any pressure on…
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it’s time to dive deep into our souls. and just dwell there for a moment. deep down it’s dark. and that is most often very frightening. but, it is also magical. there is much…
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generally being in-between things is not a good thing. or at least it doesn’t feel good. it’s unsettling and unfamiliar. and i think we tend to feel a bit paralyzed + freaked out by…
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when it’s dark, there are no details. no exacts or specifics. everything is formless. and in that formlessness lies the possibility of creation. what may be formed… well, that, my friends is a mystery. it’s the…
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“when i die, i’m alive. when i lose, i find my identity.” – the middle east the american in me loves october because of halloween. i mean, what’s not to love? costumes. candy. parties.…
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there are some things that make me who i am that i get from my dad. my love of photography + documenting life. my love of driving, especially long distances. go ahead: challenge us. 8 hours?…
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well i had no idea that my blog post from yesterday would be a self-fulfilling prophecy. but, whoa, was it ever! what an incredible day – filled with overwhelming moments of clarity and inspiration.…
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i started reading a book this morning. i just picked it up, randomly, from the bottom of the book pile beside my bed, and began devouring the words. i was immediately touched and inspired.…
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sometimes, something comes along at just the right moment. call it karma, providence, serendipity, luck, whatever. somehow it just happens… it’s a mystery. a sacred, secret, wonderful mystery how these things happen. but they…
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the most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. he to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause…