The icy water soaked into my skin for hours upon hours under the hot melting sun. It dripped from the sky, coating my soul with the likes of pure gold. Goosebumps rested in little towns up and down my legs and arms, whispering cheery stories in my ears of soft rocks smoothed by the flowing river. They haven’t needed to hear the ways of the world, but have felt it over the course of their lives. Change is the root of it all, whisking away the contemporary view of security and replacing it with a fresh film, contemplative and peaceful, accepting the will of the world rather than fretting like our flesh and bones live for. These little goosebumps are apart of me- they rise and fall from the physical environment in any given place my vessel exposes them to, giving me truths and comforts every time they arise despite my uncomfortableness. It’s okay. I know, it’ll all be okay.
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"We do not remember days, we remember moments. The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten."
Cesare Pavese (via philphys)
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More time,
These little spheres of star dust cratered in my skull are burning like fresh lava, hardening and softening with little puffs of smoke between each transfiguration. I don’t know whether to close them and wish for some type of relief, or continue on writing through the searing pain.
The pain isn’t so bad when the thick syrup runs from my eyes and stains my cheeks different shades of orange and red, dripping light pinks and soft browns down my neck, drizzling copper tones lightly on my chest in the form of ash from the coals in my head. Painting myself with my pain just makes it more beautiful, and then I can rest soundly, knowing this burn didn’t crush my bones into a bitter pile of gore, crashing recklessly through the earths mantle, reaching the core and forever spitting out its hate to keep itself company. My love will keep these scars company, and the scars on other brave souls who chose to turn their scorching misery into a delicate portrait not masking the pain, but embracing it. This is what my eyes have taught me.
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Mindfulness Meditation
Sit comfortably, with a straight spine.
Breathe. Feel your belly move in and out.
If a thought arises let it go its own way. Don’t follow it further; like a cloud in the sky, let it float on.
Repeat.
Nothing else to it. If you get strange sensations, observe them but do not follow them. These are side effects, not the end result.
