"[...] Then you wake up one day about 40 years old and you say, “My God, I’ve arrived. I’m there.” And you don’t feel very different from what you’ve always felt.
Look at the people who live to retire; to put those savings away. And then when they’re 65 they don’t have any energy left.
They’re more or less impotent. And they go and rot in some, old peoples, senior citizens community.
Because we simply cheated ourselves the whole way down the line.
We thought of life by analogy with a journey, with a pilgrimage, which had a serious purpose at that end, and the thing was to get to that thing at that end. Success, or whatever it is, or maybe heaven after you’re dead.
But we missed the point the whole way along.
It was a musical thing, and you were supposed to sing or to dance while the music was being played." - Alan Watts
I have this thing about power-mountain #bnw photos. It's like I can feel the core energy of the mountain flowing out; no frills, no fuss, no rainbow of colors. Just the raw, sheer power that can only come from the indomitable will to rise.
Sitting in a pull-off on the Continental Divide... with hot chocolate 'n Baileys... watching the sunset... Plz let me press restart on the weekend. 🤙🏼
Historic sites > history books, any day.
Last time I was camping: my hair was a foot and a half longer, I was in Utah, it was 2017. Better late than never, but stoked to spend some much needed time out in fresh air these next two weekends. 🤙🏼
Joy comes to us in ordinary moments. We risk missing out when we get too busy chasing down the extraordinary. - Brene Brown
I still am not sure why I love this... but everytime I look at it, I'm reminded of the big Utah skies and how insiginficant you really are when sized up against those canyon walls. So I guess I take that back, I do know why I love this - it puts things neatly back into perspective.
& the ocean taught her how to drown in all things bigger than herself. the ocean loved her and knew everything that made her. & every time she'd walk the shore, she'd smile at the ocean because the waves told her story. - r.m. drake
Perhaps we only leave
So we may once again arrive,
To get a bird's eye view
Of what it means to be alive.
For there is beauty in returning,
Oh how wonderful, how strange,
To see that everything is different,
But know it's only you who's changed.
I bought a new lens and I couldn't help but try it out around the house. So - this is Layla. My seven-year-old rescue from when I lived in Sacramento. She's made it through 6 apartments and two cross-country moves. Her favorite toys are her fries and mice; she loves angel food cake; and she screetches like a bat out of hell because she's a runt and remained high-pitched. She judges me constantly, but can still be found sleeping in the crook of my arm (almost) every night. •
Yup. That's her.
I really, really hate being on this side of the camera, but @denzerati knows that... so I always get my favorite candids from him. Thanks for the profesh headshots, brah. 🤙🏼 (Don't worry mom, I didn't use this one for LinkedIn).
"If you ever find yourself empty from something you cannot name, find a stretch of ocean, a field, or mountainside, or even clouds, or trees. Because there are 1,000 simple ways to fill your tired soul so you can remember how to be, how to see, and most importantly, how to breathe." - Victoria Erickson