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7 Days, 7 Photos – Day 5
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
7 Days, 7 Photos – Day 4
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
7 Days, 7 Photos – Day 3
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
7 Days, 7 Photos – Day 2
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
7 Days, 7 Photos – Day 1
Although my blog doesn’t include photos. I thought, what the hell, I’ll do this one (again).
No people. No explanations. Only black and white.
(Even though if I’m honest, which I am, I’ll happily answer questions.)
Life with OCD (Video Share)
Normally I don’t reshare or reblog but I felt compelled to share this poetry slam from five years ago by Neil Hilborn. Listen, this is a real thing. You can’t just say, “move on” or “stop overthinking this”. That’s just not a viable reality for all of us. But maybe we’re still trying…
Please take three minutes and watch this.
60 Second Pluviophile
Pluviophile: (n) a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
One minute. Just one minute of a gentle spring rain. Spring birds calling. I think you can hear the neighbor’s goats a couple times. You can’t see it yet, but fresh green growing things are coming up under last year’s grass. Although I will miss the snow while it’s gone, the rain more than makes up for the loss. Plus, the nearly 18 hours of daylight help too… Peace seeps in to my soul. This is why I live here. Peace. Quiet. Calm. This is my home. My land. My happy place. What brings you peace and happiness today?
PS: watch with the sound on. The video isn’t special. It’s the sound that is. ~tara
Spring Day(dreaming)
The sun is shining. Two of the volcanoes are smoking and my beach is nearly deserted. Where I live, we get 15 hours of daylight today, as the sun will set in about three hours at 21:35. It’s incredibly peaceful as I alternate between staring at the view and texting with a friend who lives far, far away from me. The waves rolling on the shore. The cries of a flock of seagulls hanging out down the beach a piece. Yep. With all the shit that comes and goes in life and overwhelming grief that rises and falls: still, I am oh so grateful I live here. That is all.
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