true strength

Anyone can give up. It's the easiest thing in the world to do.  but to hold it together when everyone else would understand if you fell apart, now that's true strength. You got this Sis, I'm right here.

kinda like the tea cups

the only way to begin
is to let love in
from head to toe
love from your core
give all you've got
and then give more

love until your high on love
and butterflies live inside you
love until you feel drunk off love
and your head is spinning with emotion
love until you become lovesick
and you are unable to act normally


love until you feel like you are riding the tea cups
yeah...kinda like that.
because it is a phenomenon
to be able to feel that intensity.

Scratch That

Forever is a long time.

Forever can be a really really short time.
You gotta make the most of it.
Go to Paris.
Walk around in your underwear.
Dance in the rain.
Take chances.
Pick up a hitchhiker.
Laugh at yourself.
Search your soul.
Love God.

And this is what it feels like

And this is what it feels like
to be open to you,
open to feeling.
Open to experiencing all things new
by allowing opportunities to flood in.
Drowning the fear of uncertainty
and riding the wave of bliss
with each and every kiss.


It feels like I'm running blindfolded
as my heart takes the lead
with out stretched arms
and freedom blowing through my hair.

It feels free
with no barriers
or filters.
Just naked in truth.

It feels like the breeze from the Dollywood swings.
And the nerves from Adventure Mountain.
Walking on that stupid tiny rope.
Trying not to look down,
just right at you-
keeping my balance.

But I'm falling as fast as the meteors do
trusting that you are falling too
because that's really all that matters anyway.

Breaking Walls, Building Bridges

Dear Emotions,

well you did it. You made me ignore any logical sense last night. You got my heart to override my mind. You destroyed my nicely built walls protecting me from the glass "let's just be friends" splinters that dig themselves into my soul. You let secrets surface, now I'm vulnerable... and open with an unguarded heart.

And I want to thank you.

a longing desire

Hold on sis

an evening in august

Halfway between high noon and sunset.
Halfway between the listening and daydreaming.

She's looking for love...

The way she always does, laced up sneakers, drenched in Halloween, pretending to be occupied by paisley colored thoughts.

And there it is, that familiar feeling
sweaty palms, butterflies, undeniable attraction.

A splash of adrenaline quickly turns into a wave of clarity.
She was falling...for him...head over heels.

Just in time for the stars to watch.

help me find the strength

She needs you to be strong.

a song for you

The very first time I heard this song I thought of you. And still think of you every time I listen to it. You are my joy. Your soul really does light my day. You are so much stronger than you think.
Don't worry I'll help you find your strength. It's gonna get easier on you. I pinkie promise.

Don't fear the morning
It's okay, it's okay
Hurt weighs heavy
It's okay, it's okay
When your body's cold and shaking
I'll still you Darlin', still you
When your body's old and aging
I'll heal you Darlin', heal you

Your soul lights the day
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
When you're so filled with pain
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
And Maybe, Baby it's just me

Look out the window
Past the Pines
Through the rain
Oh skies will open, let sun shine
On your face
When your mind is old and fading
I'll heal you Darlin', heal you

Your soul lights the day
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
When you're so filled with pain
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
And Maybe, Baby it's just me

In a matter of, in a matter of days, we'll find love
In a matter of, in a matter of days, we'll find love
And Maybe, Baby that's just love
And Maybe, Baby it's just me

Your soul lights the day
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
When you're so filled with pain
I'm on my way, I'm on my way
And its gonna get easier on you
And its gonna get easier on you
And its gonna get easier on you
Now it's got to get easier on your soul

Soul, soul, soul
Your soul lights the way, lights the way
I'm on my way
And Maybe, Baby it's just me

assignments

It is now clear to me that I like assigments that are so vibrant and wonderfully easy like living and loving. Just leaving simple notes to encourage others and maybe give them lost hope. Crossing my fingers for a ripple effect. Having faith that they too will want to pay it forward, taking the assignment in thier own hands to give others hope, a smile, some light.
Spreading joy to the world by creating breathtaking things in assignments.

In the same way the ocean gives the assignment of breathing deeply, kissing instructs us to stop thinking.

It feels good to be with you

"I'm glad you're in my life."- Stacey

Nature as a great teacher

Living close to the natural world can promote spiritual understanding, a harmonious life, and a greater sense of purpose, meaning and well-being.

Not sure where I read that fact but I definitely agree with it. I believe that spending time in the mountains brings me closer to God. I am so appreciative of his handiwork. Everyday I look at the sky and admire his talented painting. I like to think of God as an artist. The mountains molded with his own hands like clay and the sky is just his giant canvas.

"The heavens declare the glory of God and the firmament shows his handiwork." -Psalm 19:1

Stacey

outdoor lover, art partner, english tea, cheese and apples, spontaneous, young at heart, thoughtful, road biker, snow boarder, charming, South African, go with the flow kinda guy, mumford and sons, sticker fanatic, gentleman, hilarious, ambitious, loving beyond belief, mine.

one line

It can be very dangerous to see things from someone else's point of view without the proper training.

Don't panic, God is in control.

"All Nature is but Art unknown to thee;
All Chance, Direction, which thou canst not see;
All Discard, Harmony not understood;
All partial Evil, universal good:
And spit of Pride, in erring Reson's spite,
One truth is clear: WHATEVER IS, IS RIGHT."

From The Rape of a Lock by Alexander Pope