I choose every day to seek out beauty. To seek out peace. To seek out light. To find beauty in the dark. To soak it up in those tiny temporary moments, to carry it with me so I can be sustained when things feel scary or cruel. I started doing this consciously at work when I was fresh out of college. My job involves other people’s trauma. If you can’t recharge in between shifts you burn out and crash. But these are good skills regardless, for people who drain you, ailments that maim you, times of loss or mourning. It’s a practice, and sometimes I’m pulled away from it, I get weighed down with the anxious swirl of thoughts, the never ending babble in my head, the critical voice that nips at my heels. The pain. 
Certain moments make it feel easy though; sunsets, crescendos, colours so rich you want to put them in your mouth, kisses that take your breath away, the musical sound of little laughter, genuine and unabashed. 
Seek them out, even if just for fleeting seconds in a neighbours garden, chasing down the ice cream truck, someone driving by blaring the perfect song from the windows. Maybe the rest of the day was utter desperate shit, but that split second he paused before he kissed you the last time and you could smell your past and your future and his cologne… Lean into those moments, smile so big your cheeks hurt, make a joyful sound, breathe deeply and fill yourself up. 

I choose every day to seek out beauty. To seek out peace. To seek out light. To find beauty in the dark. To soak it up in those tiny temporary moments, to carry it with me so I can be sustained when things feel scary or cruel. I started doing this consciously at work when I was fresh out of college. My job involves other people’s trauma. If you can’t recharge in between shifts you burn out and crash. But these are good skills regardless, for people who drain you, ailments that maim you, times of loss or mourning. It’s a practice, and sometimes I’m pulled away from it, I get weighed down with the anxious swirl of thoughts, the never ending babble in my head, the critical voice that nips at my heels. The pain. 

Certain moments make it feel easy though; sunsets, crescendos, colours so rich you want to put them in your mouth, kisses that take your breath away, the musical sound of little laughter, genuine and unabashed. 

Seek them out, even if just for fleeting seconds in a neighbours garden, chasing down the ice cream truck, someone driving by blaring the perfect song from the windows. Maybe the rest of the day was utter desperate shit, but that split second he paused before he kissed you the last time and you could smell your past and your future and his cologne… Lean into those moments, smile so big your cheeks hurt, make a joyful sound, breathe deeply and fill yourself up. 

(Source: dnlhdt)

All I can do is sit with you,
stand strong beside you
in the midst of this disaster.
My hands can not fix this.
No prayers can un-do it.
This is now your story,
and mine. 

Image: Violet Rose by Stasia Burrington

All I can do is sit with you,

stand strong beside you

in the midst of this disaster.

My hands can not fix this.

No prayers can un-do it.

This is now your story,

and mine. 

Image: Violet Rose by Stasia Burrington

(Source: stasiaburrington.com)

Do you remember what summer feels like?
Do you remember the last time I wore this dress?

Do you remember what summer feels like?

Do you remember the last time I wore this dress?

Please note:
Heart’s Holiday Guide, my suggestions for thoughtful holiday gifts for your lover(s), is complete. 
Circus is addictive. I had a dream about aerial class last night; that quiet moment of contemplation right before you make the first move, when you centre yourself and build your courage. I want to learn more tricksssssss! (Pictures from this weeks class here and here.)
Socks and a carebears shirt is one of the best outfits ever.
Today has been a long boring day of domestic chores. Now I am running away to a yoga workshop. So there.

Please note:

  • Heart’s Holiday Guide, my suggestions for thoughtful holiday gifts for your lover(s), is complete. 
  • Circus is addictive. I had a dream about aerial class last night; that quiet moment of contemplation right before you make the first move, when you centre yourself and build your courage. I want to learn more tricksssssss! (Pictures from this weeks class here and here.)
  • Socks and a carebears shirt is one of the best outfits ever.
  • Today has been a long boring day of domestic chores. Now I am running away to a yoga workshop. So there.
Sometimes it seems unbelievable, like it never happened. Like a dream.

Sometimes it seems unbelievable, like it never happened. Like a dream.

"Are you sure you’re not gonna buy the tutu baby?”

"Are you sure you’re not gonna buy the tutu baby?”

Purple: Back view
(My husband says I should title this shot “BOOM!”)

Purple: Back view

(My husband says I should title this shot “BOOM!”)

Purple: Front view
(You are correct in assuming the back view will follow.)
(Points for matching my panties to my sundress, n’est pas?)

Purple: Front view

(You are correct in assuming the back view will follow.)

(Points for matching my panties to my sundress, n’est pas?)

Cute and Little Stoya is Cute and Little.

Cute and Little Stoya is Cute and Little.

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