rewatching dead poets society, as one does. i drove the mom of a family friend to a car dealership yesterday -- she had dropped it off to get serviced and i had just been at their house picking up keys and the car was ready so i drove her there. we exhausted the 'what are you up to' 'now that...
i find autumn to be a season of returning to myself, year upon year. the tides of last year washing over. a yearning for. where the messy room and day old cups on the nightstand provide comfort over chaos. wanting to curl up with a book, wanting to read for that matter. advance my education per se. i return to myself....
to live in this world / you must be able / to do three things: / to love what is mortal; / to hold it / against your bones knowing / your own life depends on it; / and, when the time comes to let it go, / to let it go.
- Mary Oliver
I want to write more. write just for the sake of writing, being able to have an outlet for my thoughts. create an archive of brain waves that happened to take the form of words. I've been reading some blog posts from some girls I look up to greatly, and I've been inspired. to come from a place of rawness...
a happy congrats to those of you who get the title reference. let's be friends and make playlists for one another.