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Category: Eastern Europe

We Pay Attention to the Soul

December 25, 2017

A journey through Bratislava, Slovakia, from the historic Old Town, to stories of Communism-past, to delicious food and drinks with delightful company. One thing’s for sure, “We pay attention to the soul in Slovakia.” … More We Pay Attention to the Soul

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I always thought I was a night owl, and I still think it's true, but I've realized even more so, I live for transitions. The gentle awakening of a city as the sky burns in the early dawn hours is unrivaled. And maybe I'm a sucker for these transitory moments because I've learned to embrace the changes (as much as one can, at least). Either way, a quiet sunrise during periods of transformation are powerful and brimming with magic. I'd like to experience this one again with @trevorcobb96 🖤

I want nothing more than to be sitting on the edge of 700 foot cliffs, my feet dangling over the edge and the wind rushing up around me, carrying the unmistakable sea mist miles away. That kind of freedom is unrivaled.

On days like today, when I have been bed ridden from wisdom teeth removal since Friday with little sign of relief, my mind drifts to the magic of Venice, to the silent courtyards and muggy canals, where old women pull on their stockings and Oxfords and hobble to the local café, shooting the figurative breeze while the city air stays stagnant. I am excited for a time when my mouth no longer screams and my face is no longer that of a chinchilla. Until then, catch me in medicine induced imaginings of Italy.

It is hard to comprehend The quickness of time As it spreads through The heavy rocks of Resolute mountains, Down crescendos of rivers, Within the rough bark of Ancient trees in the forest. But it is easier to see time In the sprouting leaves Of every flower, And the deepening of wrinkles Underneath my mother's eyes, And the slow ache of my heart As I decide what the future Holds.

Thanks for a beautiful week, @bellacrowne 🖤🖤 Colorado has been fantastic, your family and friends are the best, and you're pretty okay. I'll see you again soon!

Puppers, mountains, and @bellacrowne make for a pretty fantastic day 😊 Southern Colorado is great (and full of aliens). 👽👽👽

Duck Lake, Home to hundreds of geese Descending upon still waters, A couple joggers Breathing the thin mountain air, A mother pushing a stroller Dreaming of her child's future, My cold hands Musing in this worn notebook, And not a duck in sight.

Just a lil reminder that's easy to forget in our busy lives. However, it should be noted that while some flowers require intensive maintenance, some simply need a little sunshine and water, and in the right circumstances, will blossom without even realizing it 🖤

I always manage to forget how lovely the sun is until it's been hiding behind storm clouds for weeks, when the ground is soggy and my shoes are lined up against the heater to dry out. It is those rare days in the winter months when the sun beats back the clouds and I face an unrelenting compulsion to drive with the windows down and the music up that I truly value the sunshine. It feels so prefect in Missouri that I don't even miss Italy today 😊

Some moments are strangely perfect, sublime, even, moments outside of reality. The sun somehow shoots through the vastness of space and filters through clouds at the perfect, most precise angles, falling gently across ancient rocks with the confidence of eons, softly caressing a precariously perched tree, light and warmth colliding with the earthy bark. These moments are beautiful breaths in a chaotic world. Maybe some things are meant to be. Whatever that means.

"You smell like old women and stardust." It's my aesthetic, guys 🖤

The dailyness of life that fades first in our memories are the ones we should keep closest to our hearts, for it is in the simplest of times that the best moments are forged. I love cold winter days with beautiful people and beautiful times. Laughter, love, and Pokemon abound. 🖤