things i'm obsessed with this week. my weekly emails of art, music, food, style, life, etc. are going over a little transformation!

coming soon via video to an art blog near you.

also.

vimeo vs. youtube--feedback anyone?

to search deep.

"Most people are like: oh this is nice, this is bad. No one wants to search deep. Sadness. You so would."

-m.a.

[i've never been so flattered in my life.]

you yourself are capable of both

go camping. fish for dinner. and sleep on the forest floor with me. 

"Adventure is a path. Real adventure - self-determined, self-motivated, often risky - forces you to have firsthand encounters with the world. The world the way it is, not the way you imagine it, Your body will collide with the earth and you will bear witness. In this way you will be compelled to grapple with the limitless kindness and bottomless cruelty of human kind - and perhaps realize that you yourself are capable of both. This will change you. Nothing will ever be black and white again."

-mark jenkins

the society of the sea

"If the coast guard did stop by, it was for a cup of coffee. We were part of a society: the society of the sea."

-Latts & Atts

from the first week i breathed life on this planet i became a member of the society of the sea. i have the seas in my veins. and i will promise you this friends, there is no better life than the one spent on the water.

"Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind
That our forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
Its a son of a gun of a chorus"

dear friends,

i must say, i truly enjoy reading your blogs. i enjoy reading about your dreams [sleeping or awake], your travels, your thoughts, your struggles, your triumphs, your lives, and your stories. i love being able to connect with you through your words. whether you are 2 blocks, 2 states, or 2,000 miles away. 

i love reading your words, listening to you wordsmith. listening to you wrap and weave words with the skill of wise craftsmen. and you all use them so differently. so beautifully. some of you use raw words. writing allows you to escape, to say what you want to say. for some of you, your writing is thought out, detailed. every word is carefully chosen, exchanged over and over and over until the right combination is found.

your words. i read them all [although perhaps a little too often]. i love your words. i value your words. so please. please. please. please. please. please. write. write a little. write a waterfall of words. but please, write. because if you don't, who will? who will tell the world of your dreams? who will tell the world of your travels? who will tell the world of your stories, your struggles, your anger, your beauty, your sorrows, your joy?

please continue writing friends. 

i like your words.

postscript

p.s.

many new photos up on my art blog: visual abundance

doesn't mean i'm lost

lately i've been loving the song "Lost" by Coldplay. its a song about losing, but not being lost. and there is something about the way that the notes fall into the riff and the way chris martin sings that speaks about redemption.

and i think that's kind of what its all about. i lose. everyday i lose. but i'm not lost. and thats the greatest irony in all of history; everyday we're losing, but at the end of the day, we're not lost. at the end of the day

we have redemption.

we have grace.

we have mercy.

we have restoration.

and that's the truly beautiful part. not just that we are given redemption, grace, but that then

we are restored.

we are made new.

we are brought into a new and better life.

this week has been a week of redemption. its been increasingly refreshing in a world of dry leaves, like small trees bursting through the rotting decay of the forest floor. and leaves opening up to warm, warm sunshine. i feel like i'm feeling the sunshine for the first time in so, so long. 

but its alright. because i feel like redemption is better. being brought back from wandering, from losing, from making a general mess of life is the best gift of all. 

"just because i'm losing

doesn't mean i'm lost."

-coldplay

nice things:

*cooking

*cleaning the boat with my father

*indoor bonfires

*lightening storms

*dresses

*longboarding

*bicycles

*fedoras

*coffee

*tea

*pesto

*guitars

*leftrightleftrightleft

*ray lamontagne cover of gnarls barkley's "crazy"

*the Lost theme song

*dogs

*people taking photographs with my camera

zoooooooo

new photographs up on my art blog. check out some visual abundance.

wedding dress

The raw, but very convicting words of Derek Webb:

If you could love me as a wife 
and for my wedding gift, your life 
Should that be all I'd ever need 
or is there more I'm looking for 

and should I read between the lines 
and look for blessings in disguise 
To make me handsome, rich, and wise 
Is that really what you want 

I am a whore I do confess 
But I put you on just like a wedding dress 
and I run down the aisle 
and I run down the aisle 
I'm a prodigal with no way home 
but I put you on just like a ring of gold 
and I run down the aisle to you 

So could you love this bastard child 
Though I don't trust you to provide 
With one hand in a pot of gold 
and with the other in your side 

I am so easily satisfied 
by the call of lovers so less wild 
That I would take a little cash 
Over your very flesh and blood 

Because money cannot buy 
a husband's jealous eye 
When you have knowingly deceived his wife