all source, no filter
the unpredictable nature of nature is so beautiful to me, but i’d be lying if i said i handle all natural states well. change — the moment, the idea of different — is fine. i can do that. it’s the transition — the process of getting from change to change — that’s the killer. unfortunately, life has been a series of dumpsterfire fuckshit transitions from the frying pan into the fire as of late. no chance to solve an issue or catch a breath before the next pops up.
i was feeling a bit restless this afternoon, so i decided to sit outside and brought the camera just to see what would happen. taking the time to be amongst things that have existed long before me is a balm. a conversation last night touched on the varied ways in which we communicated with. this is my favorite way to commune with the energies outside.
have you ever eavesdropped on bird conversations? closed your eyes and paid attention to the overlapping messages? had your skin wrapped in the wind’s whispers? i found myself wondering if the insect calls and the leaves rustling were understood by one another. if the bumblebee circling me was a bodyguard, a guide, or simply wanting me to move out of the way.
i don’t know what was being communicated today, but i was all in. open, feeling, and willing. the assurance that, despite change and destruction, it’s here. gon’ be here. even when we’re not. even if it has to take us out.
there’s a rumble in the air.
