for the first time yesterday i saw birthdays for what they really are: not just a chance to throw a party and sing songs and eat cake, but a chance to celebrate somebody’s being alive, and their presence in your life. i am so blessed to know you, T.
IT is a lot of work. You have to be organized and able to improvise on your feet. But, frankly, it’s awesome. Before we embarked on this Waldenesque life, the only thing I had ever used my hands for was picking up a book or typing on my keyboard; today, my family and I are living our own scrappy take on President Obama’s promise of “Yes, we can!”
Even if things turn around financially, I don’t think I could stomach going to Whole Foods (except maybe for olive oil) because my biggest revelation in terms of self-sufficiency is this: It is no big deal. You can tell yourself anything is too difficult, or you can just do it. And you do not need to reconstruct your worldview or take issue with others.
You just need to be hungry.” —
snap this makes me wanna build a bridge and get over my irrational fear of snails and worms. and start makin mahself some GREEN(s).
(with all my heart)
You bring me your music and it’s something I’ve been dying to hear all week.
“The moon hasn’t been far above our heads lately. Maybe it’s gained a few pounds, or maybe we just got a bit more attractive. But whatever it is, I’m not complaining. Driving home at night while passing the canola fields, with the moon staring at you right in the face, makes you feel like the night has a story to tell. I want to hear all about it..”