There is an ocean So Vast and wide That the Milky Way swims In its churning waters And comets dive To its darkened depths And you You float on the ocean Although it is so big That sometimes you don’t know it’s there Nestled in a little paper sailboat You drift here and there Sometimes feeling very alone On this great big sea That feels as though It takes you this way And that way And not in any of the ways you want to go And so one day you lie down in your boat Through with trying Through with not going where you want And that paper boat begins to dissolve Panicked at first, you try to patch it With the things you know about boats Which isn’t much But eventually you let go And as the boat dissolves You find that you aren’t swallowed up by the ocean You don’t drown in the endless current You don’t gasp in frigid waters Because you are the ocean And so you shrug and roll on Chasing sunrise with your waves And simply deciding where you want the tide to take you next. 📷 by @mitchpittman
I found this sunrise Waiting for me As if you say I knew you’d be here With a song And so we are giving you This orange And pink And creamy sky As a gift For remembering to come Because a sunrise Isn’t a sunrise Unless you’re here To rise with it. ❤️🎻
I just felt like sharing this one because it makes me happy. We carried all of our backpacking gear + instruments and didn’t see one other person on the entire trip.
I had to dig through my email box, but I found it...an email I had sent to a coach at a time when I felt very stuck in my life. A friend had mentioned this coach to me, and in that moment I felt an uncontrollable impulse to call her - even though hiring a coach is something that I would have previously deemed completely idiotic and frivolous. My message said: “ Hi! I am friends with @dianainseattle. Just inquiring about coaching and seeing if it is right for my particular situation which revolves mostly around being unhappy in my particular line of work and wanting to become self-employed but not quite sure how yet. I do have a blog ... Thanks for your time!” I had NO IDEA how anybody could possibly go from burnt out police officer to anything else. I thought I was stuck and broken. I was wrong. It isn’t a bunch of big plays... it’s a bunch of little tiny steps and just listening to your heart and really truly starting to allow yourself to dream, for the very first time. I want to say thank you for all of the friends and the people in my life who fill me with so much joy and inspire me and encourage me everyday. I knew you would be here. I have been dreaming about you for a long, long time. Every time I see you, I am reminded of the gift that you are to me. To my company, @kulacloth ... thank you for coming to life. Thank you for teaching me that it is ok not to know anything at all, and that the answers will come find you. Thank you for being a conduit to the most beautiful relationships. Thank you for allowing me to be a tiny part of the lives of others in a way that matters to them. Thank you for teaching me that abundance flows to me easily and effortlessly, always. Thank you for reminding me that there is no limit to what is possible. To my husband, @theres.no.aaron.space, thank you for allowing me to be me and not asking me to be different than I am. Thank you for growing together with me as we both find our own unique paths. To me. To the inner part of my soul that has been guiding me all along. Thank you doesn’t seem like enough. You have shown me that I can paint my life into anything that I want it to be. (Contd) 📷 @missroselouise
GHOST STORY WARNING. 😜 I was inspired by @rayechelly84 to share some unexplained stories from my past. As some of you might know, I got my start in parks as a volunteer at Hopewell Furnace National Historic Site in Elverson, PA (swipe to see photos of me in living history attire). In this role, I portrayed a girl named ‘Adoline’ - who was loosely based on a real girl that had lived as a servant in the Iron Master’s Mansion at Hopewell. During the summers, my sister and I would serve as docents - baking bread in historic bake ovens and giving tours of the iron moulder’s kitchen. They were, quite possibly, the happiest summers of my life. One October, we returned to Hopewell to share it with some friends and as I walked down the main road in the village, I was shocked to see somebody in a dress, cape and bonnet walking towards the service road at the end of the village. Since I knew all the volunteers, I hurried ahead to say hello and see who it was. The person turned into a small thicket of trees, which ended in a huge meadow. By the time I made it to the trees and looked out across the meadow, the person was gone. I was stunned - there was no way that they could have sprinted across the meadow in the mere 30 seconds it took me to get there. Later, I asked the rangers who was volunteering that day - I thought it was odd to see a volunteer in October anyway, since we usually only did the living history programs in the summer. “Nobody is volunteering today,” was the somewhat surprised response to my question. To this day, I’ve never been able to explain what happened that afternoon, except that I know what I saw. I love magical feeling experiences like that - blurring the lines between past and present and future. Did I see a ghost? I’m not sure... but it is definitely a moment I’ll never forget!
A few years ago, I decided that I wanted to write a poetry book. I had written poetry for most of my life, but had hidden away most of it for fear of looking stupid. About a year ago, I met my friend @koicatcreative and somehow the conversation of collaborating on an illustrated poetry book started to take shape. I wanted to write nature-inspired poetry that speaks to the creation of one’s own path in life. Amanda and I both wanted this book to feel as though it might be something that you discovered in a fire lookout or a trail - a secret journal of self discovery through the wilderness. Watching this book take shape has been one of the most enjoyable experiences of my life. We aren’t rushing it - I write my poems inspired by experiences in nature, and I weave in ‘hints and clues’ about the process of awakening to who you were meant to be. The book will have space in the back for you to write your own poetry or notes or draw sketches. We want it to inspire you to pursue all of the dreams you’ve ever had - just as we are with the creation of this beautiful book. We don’t have a release date yet (or a publisher)... we are navigating the waters of self-publishing and know that everything will fall into place. We are already starting to dream about book release parties with live music and art. We are hoping to announce those sometime next year when the book is finished. I keep adding poems, and I trust that the book will simply tell us when it’s ready. We are so thrilled to share with you this little work of art - Amanda’s paintings make my poems come to life and I am just so excited to share more soon! I know I probably seem like I have a lot going on some days, but music and poetry are the things that fuel the rest of my life and help me stay focused on the infinite love and joy that exists for all of us. Thank you for reading some of my poetry and for supporting our project together! ❤️🎨